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bucketsofmonsters · 1 year ago

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On The Altar

cw: kidnapping, size difference, attempted human sacrifice, indoctrination, culty vibes, blood, hunting animals for food, self-loathing, allusions to drowning, heights, non-human genitalia, voyeurism, oral sex, threesome, unprotected sex, everyone in this is having a rough time

male dragon x male knight x fem reader

word count: 12k

Your breath caught as you stared at yourself in the mirror and a sort of disappointment washed over you. The white ceremonial dress draped across your form, fitted perfectly to you.

You were supposed to look better than you ever had. Your heart sank a little when realized you didn’t think you did.

Your birthday a few months ago. You thought you looked better then.

You should have toned it down, not given yourself such a high bar to clear. It was your own fault, really.

It had just been your last one. You'd wanted to make it count

Your head felt heavy with the ceremonial braids in your hair and the golden crown atop your head. It matched the rest of your accessories. Golden bracelets and necklaces and cuffs that circled your biceps.

You wondered if it was real gold. Of course, everyone said it was but it seemed like a difficult thing to manage, a whole set of new golden adornments made every year just for it to be lost. A Sisyphean task.

You didn’t have to worry about that. Your responsibility was far from that of the clothing and jewelry makers. You didn’t have to do any work at all, a crowd of women ensuring you didn’t so much as lift a finger on your day, bathing you and dressing you in unfamiliar clothes.

You’d spent the whole day preparing. This was the first time you’d had a chance to breathe.

Excitement and nerves all swelled inside of you, neither able to snuff the other out.

Time was flying by and you weren’t sure whether you wanted it to slow or speed up. Part of you wanted to cherish these last few moments but it was almost here. It was almost your time.

They tied you up. Not that they had to. You weren’t going anywhere. It was just tradition.

You forgot to treasure your last moments of sight before someone behind you pulled a blindfold over your eyes.

All you were left to do was imagine it. Being pulled from where you stood on the shore, being dragged under the water, the air leaving you as you fulfilled your duty.

And the town saved.

They’d do it again next year and again the next, just like they had for decades. But this year was yours. You would save them.

What a privilege it was to die for them.

You wondered if the ropes ruined the lines of your dress. You supposed you’d never find out.

Something hooked around your shoulders and you couldn’t help but flinch. You took in a big gulp of air instinctually, knowing what was coming.

You braced yourself to be dragged forwards and instead slipped backward as you were lifted in the wrong direction. The ground disappeared from under you before you could fall.

Your legs kicked, searching for anything below you, but you found nothing. The wind rushed up around you and despite your lack of vision, you could feel that you were rising up and up and up.

You were meant to be dragged down to the depths and yet here you were, being hoisted into the sky. Claws dug into your skin and you were still blind and disoriented. Fear overtook you.

You reached up and felt at whatever was carrying you, finding scaly skin connected to the strong talons digging into your shoulders.

And then, as quickly as you’d been scooped up, you were being dropped. Rocks scraped your skin as you tumbled onto a hard stone floor. The bindings had come undone during the fall and you scrambled for your blindfold, squinting when the harsh light reached your eyes.

As your vision began to adjust, you saw an enormous figure in front of you. At first, all you could see was a silhouette. Massive wings curled into the figure and the dragon that was slowly coming into focus in front of you stared right back at you.

It was retreating into mounds of shiny things, gold and silver, old pieces of armour and crowns and candelabras piled into the cave you’d been thrown into.

It stood out amongst the collection, a hulking creature with scales that shone a dark bronze that matched little of his horde. It was probably 20 feet long, its head cocked to the side as it watched you.

Your instincts screamed at you to run, to get as far away from the creature as possible.

You took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself. If you tried to run it could just scoop you up again. Besides, the last thing you wanted to do was activate a hunting instinct. Maybe right now, covered in gold jewelry, he saw you as something for his horde. It was certainly preferable to the alternative.

He didn’t seem to be eating you, which you took as a good sign. Maybe if you removed the gold from yourself, it would lose interest in you and you could sneak out. If you rushed and were lucky, maybe you could even make it back in time. A sacrifice without the ceremonial adornments wasn’t ideal but it would certainly be better than nothing.

You slowly lifted your hand to the golden cuff on your bicep, praying it wouldn’t think you were trying to take it. You tried to rip it from the white fabric of your dress, wanting to return home with at least some of your dignity, and your clothes, intact.

Its head tilted further to the side and then a voice sounded, echoing off the walls. “What are you doing? Why would you ruin such a lovely dress?”

You froze at the noise, looking up wide-eyed at the creature. It couldn’t have. That wasn’t possible. Dragons were forces of chaos. Mindless beasts, nothing more.

You blinked slowly, wondering if maybe you hadn’t woken up this morning quite yet. Or perhaps you’d been pulled underwater too quickly to notice and this was the oxygen deprivation messing with your mind.

“Hello,” you responded.

Its jaw opened to reveal layers of teeth in a ghoulish imitation of a smile. “Hello!”

You felt your heart stutter in your chest. “What… why did you take me?” You tried your best to keep your voice steady. The last thing you wanted was to upset the creature.

“You were out there to be taken, yes?”

Oh. You supposed you were. Perhaps you’d been sending mixed messages to the monsters of the world.

You wondered if maybe some town made sacrifices just like you to dragons.

“I was,” you said cautiously. “But not for you. For the creatures of the deep. Fishing is our life, it’s how we survive. We need the waters to be safe.”

“Not… what? You’re… but I thought. So you weren’t out there for me?” He sounded heartbroken.

“It’s fine,” you said, keeping your voice level. “Misunderstandings happen. Just take me back and everything will be fine.”

“No, it doesn’t make sense. You’re covered in gold. You can’t just cover someone in gold and not expect a dragon to come snatch them up. You must have known. You must be for me.”

“Well, I’m not. And I would love to go home now.”

“What do they even want with you?” it asked, avoiding any discussion of bringing you back. “I don’t know much about humans but I know you aren’t water creatures. They couldn’t even take you anywhere, they’d have to come all the way up to visit you every day.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “What?”

You’d assumed he’d taken you for the same reasons as the creatures you sacrificed maidens to every year. To take and consume, to feel worshiped. But it sounded like this dragon had entirely different ideas as to why a monster would want a sacrifice.

“I wouldn’t have to just visit you,” he said. “I could be with you all the time. Take good care of you. No water involved. I’d keep you warm and fed and completely dry.”

“I’m not given to be a pet,” you snapped.

The creature reeled back and began backpedaling instantly. “I didn’t mean you’re like a pet, I just meant…”

“They were going to kill me,” you said. “I’m a sacrifice. They need to kill me. It’s the only way.”

It took him a minute to understand what you could possibly mean by that. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to understand.

You didn’t have time for this. “Just take me back,” you pleaded with him.

He paused. “They’re going to kill you?”

“It’s none of your concern what they’re going to do.”

He dropped his head low, resting it on his tail with a huff. “Then I’m not taking you anywhere.”

Your heart sank. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I can’t let them hurt you.”

You let out an exasperated groan, burying your head in your hands. “It has to happen, without it so many more will perish.

“What if I start terrorizing your village!” the dragon said, with the intonation of someone who’d just had a great idea but none of the content. “Or say I would if I didn’t have you. Then your sacrifice won’t have been for nothing.”

Reasoning with him was starting to seem pointless. “Please don’t.”

“Well, either way, I’m not letting you go back. If I let you go, it would be like I hurt you. No, you can stay here.”

You could not do this, couldn’t argue with this strange creature who was incapable of understanding how vital it was that you returned so your town had its proper sacrifice.

You stormed over to the corner of the cave, leaning against the cold stone wall with a huff.

He just stared at you, neverendingly, undeterred by your attitude.

“It can’t be comfortable over there,” he called out to you.

“Leave me alone!” you shouted back, curling in further on yourself.

He wanted to approach you, you could tell that much. His hesitation was evident and he took small steps forwards before pulling himself back, repeating the gesture over and over until he seemed to come to a conclusion.

“Alright. I can go for a while. Don’t hurt yourself.”

With that, he gave you a final once-over and flew out of the cave.

He was hard to read. The way a dragon worked was unfamiliar to you. The most you could do was take guesses and try your best. Hopefully, you wouldn’t be around long enough to figure out the intricacies of dragon body language.

You should run. If you were going to have a chance to escape, this would be it.

As you edged out of the cave, your dreams of making it down the mountain were crushed. There was, technically, a sort of path down the mountain. It was barely a few feet wide with a sheer cliff at the edge of it.

You hadn’t eaten since this morning. You were scared and exhausted and there was a slight tremor in your hands you couldn’t quite seem to rid yourself of. There was no way you could safely traverse that path.

You went back into the cave with a huff, waiting for your captor to return.

Eventually, he did, blood dripping down his face as he dropped an animal in front of you. It was hard to tell what it was with the way it was mangled. It was clearly a fresh kill.

You stared blankly at him, edging further away and into the cave wall.

At your lack of reaction, he nudged the creature towards you. “You should eat,” he said.

“I can’t eat that.”

You prayed he wouldn’t try and force you.

“Why don’t you just eat me?” you spat at him. “At least it would be better than this.”

At least then you wouldn’t have to live with the knowledge that you’d failed, and your village would pay the price.

He tilted his head once more. “Why would I do that? I’ve wanted to meet a human for a very very long time. I’ve got another friend too, come look.”

He started to wander back into the cave, behind piles of gold and you hesitantly followed him on shaky legs.

When you reached the back of the dark cave, you found a single, frightened sheep sitting atop a massive patch of grass that seemed to have been uprooted from the ground.

“I took him from a field. I couldn’t eat him, he had sad eyes.”

“Do I have sad eyes?” you asked. Maybe that was why he insisted on keeping you, refusing to let you go back home.

He looked at you and as hard as it was to read the facial expressions of a dragon, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Is it that bad?” you asked as you looked away.

“Not bad. You just look like you're hurting.”

If you were it was because of him. This was supposed to be the best day of your life, the only day that mattered. And instead, you were here, looking at a poor terrorized sheep who was in the same position you were in.

“So, what can you eat?” the dragon asked. Before you could give an answer, it said, “Nevermind, I’ve got an idea.”

You didn’t get the chance to ask him what it was. He was off again, moving through the cave until you heard the telltale flapping noise that meant you were alone once more.

You looked down at the sheep again.

Maybe not entirely alone.

He returned swiftly with a whole market cart in tow. It had piles of bread in it, although they were a little worse for wear from the flight. You had no doubt that some unsuspecting farmers had found it raining loaves of bread as he made his way back.

You were too hungry to worry about scolding him for the thievery. You grabbed the first piece you could get your hands on and took the biggest bite you were capable of.

Your dragon watched, seemingly entranced by the sight.

As you chewed your first bite of freshly baked bread he asked, “I did alright this time?”

You nodded, unable to speak through the mouthful of food.

As you finished scarfing down your bread, you sat in the grass with your new sheep companion and asked your captor, “Do you have a name?”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “No. No one has ever needed to call me anything.”

“Oh. I thought dragons would have names.”

“They do. Just not me.”

You looked up at him, brow furrowed. “What, just you?”

He hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations from the noise cascading through the stone under you. “Didn’t bother to give me one. I was the runt so you know how it is. Or maybe you don’t. I don’t really know how people work. With dragons, the littlest one always has to go. That’s the way it is.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I get a little lonely but now you’re here!”

You rolled your eyes, collapsing back into the grass. If you closed your eyes you could pretend you were outside your village lying in a field instead of trapped in a dark cave on a cold mountain. “Yeah, now I’m here.”

The moment couldn’t last. It was too cold, there was no wind. The air smelled different.

“You know,” you said. “We had stories about dragons. Big terrifying ones that wanted to hurt people. My mother used to tell me stories of Pytho. I was so scared of him when I was little.”

“Oh.” You heard his wings rustle and opened one of your eyes to peek over at him, shuffling uncomfortably in place.

“I could call you Pytho,” you added. “It’s the only dragon name I know.”

“If you think it fits, I suppose. I thought you said he was big and scary?”

You laughed. “Well, from my perspective, you’re pretty big and scary.”

Instead of being pleased at your words, he reeled back. “Are you scared of me?”

You shrugged. “I was. Not so much anymore. Honestly, I think on any other day, I would’ve liked you”

“But not today?”

You shook your head. “Not today.”

“Well then,” he said as he began to curl up into a ball, “Maybe tomorrow.”

You backed up, leaning against the cold wall, and tried to suppress your tears at the thought that there would be a tomorrow for you at all.

When you woke up, it was all still real. A dragon snored beside you as a sheep stared at you with the saddest gaze you’d ever seen.

Maybe, as you looked at it, it thought the same thing about you.

Pytho stirred from his slumber, immediately turning to check on you.

When you felt his warm breath directed at you, you realized just how cold you were. Not that you were going to do anything about it. Your only source of warmth was the dragon in front of you and you were going to go nowhere near him.

You clench your fists, doing your best to stop the shivering.

He didn’t seem to notice. With the warmth that he radiated, you were sure that the concept of being cold was something that was foreign to him.

You turned away from the creature. If he wouldn’t take you back, the least you could do was deprive him of your attention.

It wasn’t much but it was all you had.

The day passed slowly but still, it passed. You spent it wallowing in the corner.

Pytho left you alone after the first few outbursts. He seemed to understand that you needed your space. You could appreciate him for at least that much.

As the sun began to set once more, you began to realize just how much warmth and light the day had brought to this miserable cave.

You curled in on yourself, not far from how Pytho slept.

You watched him begin to settle in for the night and saw a moment of hope where he tried to move closer to you. You glared at him and he stopped in his tracks.

“You’re still upset with me,” he noted.

“Of course I am. There’s nothing for me now. It was supposed to be over and now it’s not. You took that from me.”

“I took your ending,” he said, and you knew he understood.

“You did.”

“You’ll find a new ending someday.”

“But that one was mine. It mattered,” you said, frustrated that he couldn’t seem to get it.

“You matter.”

You scoffed. “I did.”

“You do.”

You turned away from him with a huff. “You don’t understand. You can’t.”

“Goodnight, little human.”

You fell into a fitful sleep against the cold stone of the cave. When you woke, however, you felt warm and safe.

You opened your eyes to find Pytho standing over you, his body heat covering you in waves of warmth, even when he wasn’t touching you.

“You were shivering,” he said, like it was that simple. You were cold, he was warm. There wasn’t anything else to be done. You hadn’t even known he understood what shivering was.

You slid away from him, back into the cold.

He watched you. That’s all he ever seemed to do. Watch you. “You’re mad at me but you’re punishing yourself.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response. “Let me go back.”

“I will not.”

You tried to sleep again but the cold felt harsher now, crueler. It was your turn to watch him, remember the waves of heat across your skin.

You waited until his breathing leveled out, the rise and fall of his chest becoming uniform. You couldn’t handle a smug look or excitement. You just needed to sleep.

You took the few steps between you slowly and gently leaned against his side.

Almost instantly, without thinking, he curled around you, bundling you up in a nest of warm scales. His breathing was steady against your side.

You’d never slept better.

You woke to find his head a few inches from yours, propped up on his tail and staring at you with a soft gaze.

“Good morning,” he said.

You gave him a hum of acknowledgment back.

You were wracked with guilt. How could you be enjoying this, allowing yourself even these minor comforts? It wasn’t right. None of this was right.

You pulled away from him, feeling sick.

Traitor. You’d betrayed them after they’d put so much trust in you. Who knew what was happening to them now, while you slept feeling warm and comfortable.

“You still want to go?” he asked in hushed tones as you backed away, clearly afraid of the answer.

You nodded. “I’m always going to want to go. I have to make this right.”

He let out a pained whine and moved towards you slowly, giving you the chance to stop him.

You didn’t.

“You could be happy here,” he insisted. “Why won’t you just be happy here?”

“It just wasn’t meant to be."

“Don’t want you to get hurt,” he whined out.

You pressed your forehead to his. “Does it not matter what I want?”

He let out a huff and hot air cascaded over your face. He was always so warm.

You pressed a kiss to his scaly nose. “I know you want to help, but I have to do this. Please let me do this.”

And he stared. Just stared at you, like he was drinking it in, trying to memorize you.

Finally, his face fell and you knew exactly what it meant.

“If you change your mind…” he said. “If you ever get the chance, come back to me. You’ll always have a safe place here.”

You nodded, still holding his head in your hands. You knew you never would, but it was nice to imagine returning someday.

You looked down at your dress, dirty and torn, and you finished ripping off the golden cuff you’d started to tear days ago.

“You can have this if you want. For what could have been.”

His eyes were glassy. You didn’t know dragons could cry. He grasped the golden cuff in his talons, tucking it away far from the rest of the gold, instead next to his beloved sheep. “For what could have been.”

A forlorn laugh escaped you as you looked at him. All three of you had sad eyes now.

Before either of you had the chance to rethink it, he moved towards the mouth of the cave and you followed.

Familiar talons grasped your shoulders and you were off again.

This time, there was no blindfold. An entire landscape unfolded below you and you watched towns and rivers and forests pass you by at incredible speeds.

Your hands reached up to grab Pytho’s legs, the seer distance to the ground making you dizzy.

The flight was shorter than you remembered. You wished it wasn’t but as your feet touched grass, real grass rooted in the real ground, you knew there was nothing to be done.

He dropped you off near the village but still outside of it. It was for the best, you couldn’t imagine anyone inside the town would be particularly pleased to see him. Worst case scenario, they might even try and hurt him.

As soon as you’d properly landed he flew off, leaving you behind. No parting words, no last look. Before you knew it he was gone, a distant silhouette on a blue sky.

Good. You didn’t want him to see what might happen here anyways.

The walk back was too quiet. You could hear the birds and the wind but none of it was enough to drown out the blood rushing in your ears.

You didn’t know why your heart was pounding so loudly. This was what you wanted. You were back, ready to repent for the crime of being stolen.

The first person who saw you was a boy. He couldn’t have been more than ten. He wandered on the outskirts of the village but as soon as he saw you he turned and ran back into the town, probably telling tales of your miraculous homecoming.

You’d been so caught up in your return you had managed to think of little else but now, as you neared society once more, you realized what a mess you’d become. Your sacrificial dress was brown with now much dirt it had collected, ripped and shredded and hanging off of you in tatters. You were sure your face and hair were just as dirty.

You walked further and further into town, unsure of what to do with yourself. You’d assumed someone else would tell you what to do but instead, they grouped together and stared, whispering and pointing as you trudged your way through the village.

As you reached the center of town, you found a gathering waiting for you.

You stopped in front of them, waiting as they inspected you. The same people who’d helped ready you and told you how vital you were to the town now looked down at you with thinly veiled disdain plastered across their faces.

“I came back as soon as I could,” you said, your voice sounding small and weak.

The man at the front of the group, the one who chose the sacrifices, made speeches about its vitalness every year, spoke. His voice boomed across the gathering. It didn’t feel fair. He was accustomed to speaking to crowds like this. You weren’t meant for this, of course you sounded small. “We chose another,” he said, and his words echoed in your ears.

Your heart sank in your chest. Of course they did. What else would they have done? At least it meant the town was safe. So why did it sting so badly?

“I can do it next year,” you said. “Please, let me do it next year. I’m here now.”

The man turned up his nose at you. “You abandoned your post.”

You could feel yourself getting more and more frantic as he spoke. “No, I was taken. I came back as soon as I could, I promise! Please.”

“An example must be made.”

You nodded, searching for a way out, any way you could still be useful. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”

The women who’d helped you bathe and get dressed a few days prior surged forwards, grasping at your arms. They held you in place as you refused to struggle.

“This is what happens to deserters,” he called out over the crowd.

You could barely think, barely hear his words.

The fact that you’d been replaced kept running through your mind. You’d been raised for this. It was all you’d ever wanted. You’d dreamed of it.

You weren’t so sure you wanted it anymore.

It didn’t matter anyways. It was too late. You’d left.

The man chanting to the crowd pulled out a knife.

It felt like what you deserved. Your chest tightened with guilt and fear. Now it wouldn’t even be for anything. Just an example, nothing more.

Maybe it was saving them, in a way. Saving them from an epidemic of girls who thought they could escape it and damn the town in the meantime. Maybe you still could die for something.

A thudding sound echoes in your ears, slightly out of time with your heartbeat. It felt almost grounding, helped you ignore the chants of deserter and heathen. You didn’t have the strength to try and defend yourself, to insist that no, you’d fought to come back. You weren’t even sure you believed that anymore. You latched onto the thudding, anything to get those words out of your head.

And then the arms that had held you down were being ripped away and instead you found yourself being lifted. This was not the endless upwards motion of your dragon. Instead, you found yourself hoisted onto the back of a horse.

Hard metal dug into your side and you looked up to see a knight in full armour, his face hidden by his helm and his arm hooked around your waist.

You pounded your fists against him, fighting to be let go. “No!” you shouted. “I need to do this. I need to be forgiven.”

The knight's grip on you tightened and the horse you were both on sped up. Neither seemed to find your fighting anything more than mildly inconvenient.

Before long, your struggle slowed. You were becoming very used to the intense frustration that accompanied being trapped, being taken away with no regard for what you wanted.

You lost track of time as you rode. You’d just been trying to make things right, even if you couldn’t do what you were meant to do. The universe seemed intent on stopping you.

Maybe you’d done something wrong, offended the cosmos so severely you were no longer permitted to do what you were meant for.

As the horse slowed, the knight's grip on you loosened.

He set you gently on the ground in the midst of this unfamiliar forest and you glared up at him.

“Can I go now?” you hissed. “Or am I still being kidnapped?”

“There were going to kill you,” he said as he dismounted his horse.

“You don’t know what was going on,” you insisted. “Maybe I deserved it.”

He rummaged around in his saddlebag. “Maybe.”

You reeled back a little, not expecting him to agree with you. “Oh. Can I go back then?”

“No. Here, eat this.” He held out some dried meat in your direction.

You refused it. It would be a waste anyways.

“Why can’t I go?” you asked. If he didn’t even know if you were in the right, what reason could he possibly have for taking you?

“I’ve heard about your village, you know. I was worried I was too late. They’ve messed with your mind. It’s not your fault but you’re not making good choices right now.”

“My choices are fine,” you shouted. “Who are you to decide that? You don’t even know what I did.”

“What did you do?”

“I shirked my duty. I should have been there.”

“For what?”

“To be their sacrifice.”

“You didn’t deserve that.”

You did, but he couldn’t know that. It was beyond him.

It was hard to remember where you were. It didn’t make sense. Why weren’t you home? Or were you? You knew that you should be. Why wouldn’t you be?

You saw your dress, dirty and crumpled and ripped. You’d ruined it. How would you go through with the ritual now?

Something in you always knew you’d ruin it somehow. And now things were all wrong. Who else’s fault could it be?

The knight pushed some food at you and once again you were in a forest far from home.

You threw it back at him. “I said I don’t want it. Aren’t you going to eat?”

That damn helmet stared back at you for a moment before he said, “Maybe later.”

“Do you have a name?” you asked, desperate to get anything from him.

“Phillip.”

You missed your dragon. At least you could see his face and try to figure out what he was thinking.

He got up without warning, and you jumped a little at the sudden movement.

He froze for a second as you did, staring down at you before continuing on, trudging through the nearby bushes.

He returned in a few moments.

“There’s a pond back there,” he said, gesturing towards the foliage. “It’s not too cold, you should be fine.” He started to move back towards his horse before pausing for a moment and adding, “It might make you feel better.”

You went to inspect this pond as he tended to his horse.

It was a small pond, the trees around it curling over the top of it, mostly blocking out the sun. You dipped your foot into the water and found that the knight was technically right, it wasn’t cold enough to hurt you. It still wasn’t a pleasant temperature but right now it was the best you were going to get.

As you tested out the water, you watched from behind the bushes as he mounted his horse and started to ride away.

It made sense. You wouldn’t want to keep you around either. At this point, you were just ungrateful dead weight.

You considered taking off your dress and attempting to keep it dry but at this point, it consisted more of rips and dirt than anything. Dousing it in water might do it some good.

You sunk into the cold water, doing your best to get the dirt out of your hair. As long as you were in here, you might as well attempt to get clean.

You wondered if you could find your way back to Pytho’s cave. If you could manage to get close you were sure he’d be able to find you. At least you hoped he would. It was the only place you had left to go.

You had no real desire to prolong the bath in the cold water. You just didn’t know what came next. After this, where could you even go?

Your fingers began to prune and you know you couldn’t do this forever.

As you exited the pool in your sopping wet, muddy, ripped ceremonial dress, you decided you needed to go. You weren’t sure if you were trying to find your village or Pytho but it didn’t really matter, you had no sense of what direction either was in. You just needed to be headed somewhere.

You made it half a dozen steps before you collapsed.

You didn’t even notice he’d returned until he was right in front of you, staring down at you collapsed in the dirt in your soaking-wet dress.

You watched his helmet as he looks you up and down, lingering a second too long on your chest before snapping his head back up towards your face.

He cleared his throat and you would have bet money that his face was bright red beneath his helm.

“Apologies, my lady. I thought you might want some fresh clothes.”

He held out some folded clothes with a pair of leather boots balanced atop them.

No. It wasn’t right. This was supposed to be the last outfit you ever wore. It felt like a betrayal to take it off.

“No thank you,” you said from your spot on the ground. “I’ll stick with what I have.”

“I know they’re not much but they’ll fit.”

You shook your head again.

You heard a quiet, muffled sigh escape him. “The sun is setting, you’ll freeze to death if you wear those. You can change back in the morning if you really want to.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “Promise?”

He nodded. “Promise.”

You took the clothes with a sigh. “Fine. Turn around.”

You’d never seen him move so fast. It was like he was afraid you’d start stripping the second you decided to change.

A giggle escaped you and you watched his shoulders tense up at the noise. It seemed like the two of you were having entirely different kinds of crises.

You got dressed as quickly as you could, a chill starting to set deep in your bones. He’d found you a faded red tunic that hung midway down your thighs and some pants that miraculously fit pretty well.

The boots had thick woolen socks inside and putting them on felt like heaven. You swore you’d never wear pretty shoes again as long as these were an option.

You didn’t bother telling Phillip he could turn around. He’d figure it out in his own time. Or he wouldn’t. It wasn’t really your problem.

As you got ready to sleep, you watched him, keeping track of time as best you could. It took him about twenty minutes before he finally peeked over his shoulder, finding you sitting with your back against a tree.

You gave him a halfhearted smile and he cleared his throat. “You should rest now,” he said. “We have to leave at dawn.”

“And when are you going to stop dragging me around with you?”

“Whenever you’d like. I can drop you off at a town tomorrow. I just have something I need to attend to first”

You knew by now not to get hopeful. “Can you drop me off at my town?” You kept asking but you didn’t know what the point of it was. There was nothing for you there anymore. The most you could do was repent. Pay for what you’d done. But for what?

“I can drop you off at any other town.”

You slid down the tree, basically lying on the ground. “Alright.

He spent the rest of the night in full armour and you wondered if maybe part of him thought you might attack him. Either that or these woods were more dangerous than you knew.

He awoke you the second the sun began to peek over the horizon and you groaned, trying to kick him away from you.

He would not be deterred, coaxing you up and onto the back of his horse. You got on behind him and wrapped your arms around him for stability with minimal protest. You didn’t have the energy to fight him on it.

It took you too long to realize you'd left your dress behind, discarded in the mud.

The ride was much more comfortable when you weren’t being held captive.

Forests and plains and mountains passed, all foreign and strange. You’d never left your town before, never seen anything like this. Even in your bad mood, it was hard not to admire it.

Your heart stopped as you noticed one of the mountains that the two of you were fast approaching seemed familiar.

It had taken you too long to recognize it but in your defense, you were used to seeing it from a cave right at the peak.

You shut your eyes and prayed to anyone that might be listening that you’d ride right by it.

If the gods were listening, they had a special hatred for you. You weren’t sure you could blame them.

Phillip lead the horse along the precarious path you’d deemed too dangerous only days ago.

You needed to figure out a plan but you had nothing.

With only a few minutes left before you reached the peak, Phillip dismounted, holding out his hand to help you down. You half considered trying to take his horse to go warn Pytho but you had no real idea how to ride one on your own and you couldn’t shake the feeling you’d ride the pair of you right off the cliff edge. The poor creature didn’t deserve that.

You dismounted and Phillip nodded, getting right back on the horse. “You stay here, I won’t be long.”

“No,” you yelled, a little louder than was necessary. Phillip flinched, probably worried it had echoed up the mountain and warned the dragon at the top of his presence. You hoped it had. “I want to come.”

“These are dangerous lands, m’lady. I will not let you get hurt.”

You scowled at him. “You know, people won’t stop saying that to me.”

The helm stared down at you, unwavering, before he gave his horse a swift kick in the side and it rode up the narrow path.

You took off in a dead sprint after him.

You neared the top of the path, panting, just in time to see Phillip creeping into the cave, sword drawn and at the ready.

You had no idea what to do. You couldn’t just stand here and do nothing but you felt frozen in place.

The problem was, you’d rather neither of them were hurt. It felt like an impossible situation.

Pytho needed to be warned but as gentle as he’d been with you, he could decimate Phillip in a second. That much you were certain of, no matter how competent of a knight Phillip might be.

You finally willed yourself to move, darting into the cave to see Pytho standing over Phillip, who had his sword positioned right at the dragon’s neck.

Before you could even think, you shouted, “Don’t hurt him!”

You had no real idea which of them you were talking to but both stopped in their tracks, heads spinning towards you.

For one moment you were terrified one would take advantage of the distraction to harm the other and then their blood would be on your hands. Before the worry had time to settle, Pytho swung his tail around, hitting Phillip over the head with it.

He instantly collapsed to the ground, going limp.

You rummaged around in the saddlebag as Pytho stared at you. When you finally found rope you raised it triumphantly.

Pytho’s gaze followed it up. “What is that?” he asked as you rushed towards the knight.

“It’s rope,” you informed him as you tried and failed to drag him across the floor. As soon as Pytho realized what you were doing, he swept him effortlessly into the corner for you.

You bound his hands behind his back, tethering him to some heavy golden chair that would at least slow any escape he tried to make.

“You’re back,” Pytho said behind you, his voice airy and incredulous and so very grateful.

You turned from binding the knight with a big smile. “I am. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to make it back but this guy led me right here,” he said, nudging at him with your foot.

He didn’t seem to hear any of it. “I can’t believe you’re back.” His eyes were wide, refusing to leave you.

You nodded, grabbing Phillip’s abandoned sword and throwing it right off the mountain, listening to the clanging noises as it bounced all the way down. You glanced nervously at Phillip as you returned, leading his horse over by the sheep. “I am. This is so rude but can you please go for a couple minutes? If you’re still here when he wakes I’m afraid he might perish from fright.”

He nodded. “If that’s what you want. I will be back.”

He bumped his head lightly into you before heading out, flying off somewhere.

And not a moment too soon.

The knight stirred from his slumber. The only way you could tell was by how his helm slowly moved up, rising to meet your gaze.

The second he did he tried to move before realizing he was bound. “Why?” he asked you. “I don’t understand, you… Was this all a trap?” His voice cracked and he sounded genuinely hurt by the betrayal.

You felt a pang of sympathy in your chest as he struggled against his bindings. Quiet fearful noises escaped him as he glanced between you and Pytho’s horde.

You shushed him, your hands up in a quiet surrender. “We’re not going to hurt you. You’ll be just fine.”

“We? You’re in cahoots with this monster?”

You bristled at the harsh langue but did your best to be forgiving to the frightened man.

“He’s not a monster. He helped me. Why are you even here? He hasn’t hurt anyone.”

“That’s not what I heard. From what I’ve heard he’s been snatching up women.”

You groaned, rubbing at your temples. As you did, the knight leaned forward as much as he could and even through the stoic armour, you could tell exactly when he realized.

“No. But… but you….”

“I just wanted to help my people. I don’t know why every creature within a thousand miles is trying to stop me.”

“If he took you, how did you escape?”

“I didn’t. I asked him to let me go, to be able to make my own choices, and he did. Because he respects me and didn’t kidnap me on the back of a horse!” You tactfully decided to omit the original kidnapping. At least for now. You had a feeling it wouldn’t help your case.

“Please, it’s a dragon, it…”

“He! He’s a dragon! And at least he’s allowed me to make decisions.”

He reeled back. “I… you were going to get yourself killed. I couldn’t just let you get yourself killed. It isn’t right.”

“And it’s not your choice to make.”

He hung his head, helmet clanging against his chest plate.

Pytho chose then to return, his tail swishing happily as he walked. He rubbed up against your side, letting out a happy rumble as he did.

“So they let you go?” Pytho asked, ignoring the man on the floor.

“Not exactly. They were going to kill me. They wanted to make an example of me.” You couldn’t help but smile. “I can’t imagine that the example they wanted to set was getting rescued by a knight but I suppose that’s the hand they were dealt.

Pytho turned his gaze to Phillip. “You saved her?”

He nodded hesitantly.

Another pleased noise escaped Pytho. “He’s a good one. I’m glad you didn’t let me kill him.”

“About that,” you said and you watched Phillip freeze up, all of his limbs locking. You glanced at him, adding, “I said we weren’t going to hurt you, calm down. I was just going to say, Pytho, you should let him go.”

The dragon tilted his head. “Why? I like him, he’s shiny.”

You suppressed a laugh. “He’s not shiny, his armour is. It’s like clothing.”

“Oh. Why do you creatures insist on that stuff? Seems awfully restrictive.”

Phillip cut into your conversation, saying, “I can’t leave.”

You looked over at him, a wave of irritation rushing through you. “Why not?”

“I can’t leave you here with this beast.”

You had half a mind to throw something at him. “Get this through your head, I don’t need you to save me.”

“It wouldn’t be right,” he continued, undeterred.

“Fine. But I’m not untying you and risking you hurting him.”

“Fine.”

Pytho’s head swiveled between the two of you as you bickered. As the argument finally finished, he asked in a hushed tone, although still lough enough that Phillip could hear, “Does that mean we get to keep him.”

You snorted. “Guess so. It’s your lucky day.”

“It really is,” he said, voice as genuine as it could be.

The sunlight was fast fading and you knew how cold it could get in here. You had no intention of sleeping alone but you glanced at your mostly willing captive.

“Pytho?” you called out.

He turned to you immediately. “Yes? Do you need something?”

“Could you go get some wood?”

“Of course I can,” he said, already speeding off.

When he returned, he had a whole tree in his mouth and another in his talons, dirt still clinging to their roots.

You bent over laughing as he dropped them both in front of you, tail swishing behind him. They’d barely fit through the mouth of the cave, filling up a significant amount of the room and knocking over at least one pile of gold in the meantime.

You got to work snapping off some of the more reasonably sized branches, having Pytho move the trees back outside as you finished.

You set them up a few feet away from Phillip, far enough away that he’d be safe but could still feel the warmth.

“You can breathe fire right?” you called back to Pytho. It would be unfortunate if he couldn’t because you did not have the proper tools to start one here.

He nodded, visibly eager. “Do you need one?”

“Just on the sticks here. Make sure not to burn anyone,” you said, nearing Phillip to ensure that he didn’t forget there was a person inside of the shiny armour and cook him.

With a quick and surprisingly controlled burst of flame, the pile of sticks turned into a quaint little fire.

You gave Phillip a pat on the shoulder as you headed over to Pytho. “Goodnight. Have fun sleeping in full armour.”

He didn’t respond.

You left the fire behind to go curl up with Pytho. No fire could compare to his warm scales, of that you were certain.

A happy rumble escaped him and ran through you as you leaned against him.

He spoke in hushed tones, face right in front of yours as his tail curled around you. “I can’t believe you came back.”

“I shouldn’t have,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on his snout. “But I think I realized I didn’t really want to be anywhere else.”

His head leaned into your touch immediately, a wistful look in his eyes.

“I wish I could do that.”

“What, kiss me?” you asked with a laugh. “Well, how do dragons kiss?”

Without another word he licked a long stripe up the side of your face, leaving a sticky residue behind.

You giggled as you felt his spit on your cheek. “Well, my way is definitely less messy.”

He let out a noise that sounded almost like a purr, resting his head in your lap. “I like it your way.”

You hummed quietly and you wished he could feel it reverberating through his body the way you did for him. You curled happily into warm scales, surrounded by an overwhelming sense of safety, and fell asleep in your new home.

The next morning, you realized you had no idea how to tell if Phillip was awake or not. He could have escaped and left only his empty armour behind and it would be impossible to tell.

What you did know was that he hadn’t eaten.

Pytho still had some slightly stale bread from your last stay here and you’d brought in all of Phillip’s supplies. You grabbed some dried meat and the freshest of the bread that you could find, heading over to him.

“Good morning,” you said, hoping he could hear you.

He shifted, just barely, to turn to you. It seemed like the most positive reaction you could hope for.

“Okay, you need to eat. Here, just let me.” You went to lift his helm but paused as he flinched away from your hand.

“Please don’t.” His voice was low and shaky.

You backed off, keeping your hands up and away from him. “Okay,” you said, “But you do need to eat.”

There wasn’t any other way to do it. You reached behind him, pressed close to him as you untied his hands. As you struggled with the knots, you felt his breath hitch in his chest.

After a few moments, you pulled away from the newly freed knight, rope in hand. “Tada.”

He froze once more, something you were getting used to, and just stared down at the rope for a minute, flexing his hands by his sides.

With no warning, he grabbed the food you’d gathered for him and stood on shaky legs, giving you a small nod before he headed out toward the mouth of the cave. It was near where the animals were being kept, tied up to some golden pillar near the front. If he wanted to, he could leave here and now.

You waited patiently for him, avoiding looking in his direction, even if you were sure he’d gone far enough that you wouldn’t be able to see him.

He quickly returned, fast enough that he must have scarfed down his food.

He presented his hands to you and it took a second to realize he was waiting to be tied up again.

You scoffed, looking at him dubiously. “Is that really necessary?” It seemed silly to tie him up again after that.

His hands stayed out and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed the rope.

You tied them in front of him this time, taking much less care with the knots as you did.

“Where are you a knight of?” you asked as you pulled the knot taut. “I see no insignias anywhere on you. That doesn’t seem normal.”

“My kingdom is long gone, m’lady.”

“Still so respectful, even after everything I’ve put you through. Well, sir knight, how can you be a knight with no kingdom to serve?”

His head cocked to the side as if baffled by the question. “I know nothing else.”

You paused a moment before asking. “How long have you been doing this?”

He remained ever impossible to read, although that never stopped you from trying. After a long, stoic pause, he simply shrugged and said, “I’ve lost track of the years.”

“And so what? No kingdom to speak of, you just keep fighting?”

“I do what I’ve always done.” Like it was as simple as that.

“Don’t you get tired?”

“I never have the time.”

“Well, sir knight, I think you were just about due for some rest anyways.”

He didn’t respond, the helmet following you as you left him.

He was so stoic. You weren’t sure how it was easier to get a read on a dragon than a man but somehow he’d managed it.

Anything other than silent staring began to feel out of place.

“M’lady,” Phillip called out. You turned, confused. It wasn’t like him to start a conversation.

“Yeah?”

“Where is my sword?” he asked.

You’d forgotten he was unconscious for that. “Oh. I threw it off the mountain.”

“You what? Why?”

Pytho chimed in immediately. “I can get it.”

You shifted between him and the entrance to the cave as quickly as you could. “No, you will not.”

“Why?” asked Phillip.

“What do you mean why? You tried to kill him.”

“I won’t attack him unprovoked.”

“You already did attack him unprovoked.”

“I didn’t have all the information. For that, I am truly sorry, sir.”

Pytho’s chest puffed up at the title. “You are forgiven. And I am sorry that I almost destroyed you.”

That caused Phillip to reel back a little. “You did not. I can best a dragon easily, I almost slit your throat.”

Pytho huffed and you smelled a bit of smoke on his breath. “You did not.”

“Okay,” you said, cutting in. “You’re both very dangerous. I’d still love it if we could keep the sword where it is.”

Phillip nodded. “I understand your hesitancy.”

He said it tied up on the floor. Despite not having a weapon, despite his promise not to try and hurt Pytho, despite the fact that you'd already untied him so he could eat.

“This is stupid,” you said, pacing up to him and immediately setting to work on the knots and ignoring his quiet noises in protest.

It didn’t take long to undo them, you’d put barely any effort into tying them in the first place.

“We have to free you so you can eat anyway, I don’t understand your obsession with this little performance.”

Phillip froze, still holding his hands together despite the lack of rope.

“What should I do?” he asked you quietly.

You threw the rope to the side. “That’s up to you.”

It took him hours before he was even willing to stand from his spot on the floor.

His movements were all colored by hesitation. You understood. The freedom made staying a choice. And even when he managed to stand, to move from his corner, he stayed.

He stuck to his corner as often as he could, but nonetheless, he stayed. Watching him sleep alone in the cold, you were certain that this was how Pytho had felt every night when you froze your ass off far away from him.

You both lit the fire for him every night. Pytho has started running off to get wood without you even asking, even if the trees that remained outside left you with enough wood to last years.

His armour got lighter as time passed, forgoing pieces from time to time. No matter what, the helmet stayed. It felt like a part of him, like you could imagine there possibly being a man under there.

He was adjusting to the newfound freedom about as well as you’d expected.

With every small sign of growing comfort, something else went wrong.

A few days after his freeing, while Pytho was out gathering more food for the two of you to eat, you heard him muttering in the corner.

You drifted closer and he paid you no mind. You couldn’t make out any words but you could tell it was frantic.

“Phillip,” you said softly, doing your best not to startle him. “Are you alright?”

You had no idea if you’d frightened him, he remained entirely unreadable. All except for his hands. He had foregone his gloves and much of the armour on his arms and you watched as he nervously fidgeted, threatening his fingers together, cracking his knuckles absentmindedly, his hands never staying still for more than a moment.

“I’m wasting time here,” he said. “I have things to do. I have a duty to this land.”

You knew it was near impossible to get through to him but you couldn’t help the urge to try. “It’s a waste to rest?”

“It is. I need to go, need to continue on.”

You sat beside him, as close as you could get without touching. “You should take me back home on your way. I’ve got a duty too, you know.”

His head fell back. Metal against stone sent a clanging noise echoing across the walls. “That’s different. You were brainwashed.”

“I wasn’t. The monsters are real you know. I’ve seen them. We all do, every year. I really would have been saving them. Whatever girl they chose instead of me really did save them. Maybe you don’t think it’s right. That’s fine. It’s an important duty nonetheless.”

“It’s not the same. I’m not being marched to my death.”

“People will still need saving in a week, in a year, in a century. There’s no real, final end to it. There has to be ends to it for you. Little ones. There just has to be.”

His head was turned towards you and you squirmed, feeling like you were being studied.

Finally, he said, “It upsets you.”

“What?”

“That I never stop. That upsets you?”

You nodded. “It does.”

“I can stand tiny ends to it. To ease your mind.”

A sad laugh escaped you. “I’d rather you did it for you.”

“That’s the best I can do right now. You’re the same, aren’t you?”

And you supposed you were. “I can’t go back. I can’t do that to him. Or to you, I guess.”

A small laugh escaped him, a noise you weren’t sure you’d ever heard from him before. “You guess. I’ll take it.”

Pytho returned, entering the cave a little too quickly and knocking one of his piles of treasure over. He dropped a cart in front of you, this one with boxes of pastries covering it.

“The humans seemed to love this one,” he said with his disarming, open-mouthed grin.

“Who are you taking those from?” Phillip asked incredulously, and you were almost certain you could hear a smile in his voice.

You grabbed something that looked chocolatey and when you felt that it was still warm you almost sobbed. “I don’t care who he’s taking it from,” you said, taking a massive bite of it. “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

You scarfed down three pastries, offering a small piece to Pytho, just so he could taste it. He spat it back out, questioning how you could ever eat something like that.

And then you remembered your stoic knight, still sitting beside you, just watching you eat, and a sense of guilt overtook you.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he perked up as you addressed him. “You know, I could turn around or we could close our eyes. We wouldn’t have to see anything. So we could eat together.”

You didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t wait for him to politely refuse, instead turning around and signaling for Pytho to do the same. You shut your eyes, just for good measure, as you leaned against the dragon.

The quiet thud of the helmet being set on the floor made your heart swell.

As you took another bite of a pastry, this one filled with a beautiful lemon cream, he slid his hand into your open one and ate behind you, slower than he’d ever eaten before.

Even if it was for you, you hoped he enjoyed it.

And still, no matter how much progress you made, every night he still slept in that goddamn corner.

You were glad Pytho curled up around you at night because then at least you couldn't see him, sad and alone next to his fire, away from the two of you.

You knew Pytho could tell it bothered you. He always did his best to distract you, pull all of your attention to him. He’d gotten pretty good at it.

He was nuzzling into your side, pulling giggles from you as he gave you a big, slobbery kiss on your face.

“What are dragon kisses for?” you asked.

“What?”

“I’m just curious. Humans kiss their kids, their partners, their parents, all sorts of people they love. Dragon kisses don’t feel like something you can do as casually as a kiss on the cheek.”

Pytho perked up immediately. “You love me?”

You pressed a kiss into his cheek. “Of course I do.”

He purred at you as he answered your question. “Well, dragon kisses are just for mates. We aren’t an overly affectionate species.”

“Could’ve fooled me. You know, maybe you can’t kiss like a human but I could kiss like a dragon.”

He tilted his head and you decided to take the gesture as a challenge.

You opened your mouth and licked a broad stripe up the side of his face. His scales tasted ashy and were incredibly smooth against your tongue.

A wave of heat passed through him as you did, a deep guttural sound escaping him.

You pulled back, trying to get a better look at him.

“What was that?” you asked quietly.

He ducked his head down in a poor attempt to hide from you. “Nothing. It was nothing.”

Something clicked in your head. “Hold on. You said dragons only kiss their mates.”

He nodded hesitantly.

“You kiss me all the time though.”

He whined again, his tail moving away from you and curling in front of him. “I’m sorry. I know it’s strange, I know you’re human, I can't help it. You're so soft and nice and I love you so much…”

As his words got more frantic you kissed his snout again, shushing him. “You should’ve told me. If I’d known my big, strong dragon wanted me maybe I could’ve done something about it sooner.”

You practically watched his eyes glaze over, head tucking into your chest as he purred more.

You gave him all the kisses you could, peppering them along his head wherever you could reach. After about a dozen, you decided to try another dragon one, licking along his jaw.

You were flipped and pinned under him in a second, looking up at a ravenous face. His wings were folded over the two of you, blocking you from the outside world. In here, it was just the two of you.

You couldn’t be happier.

“Please, let me see you,” he hissed and you struggled to get your clothes off as quickly as you could. You kicked your pants off and they got caught on your ankles, spurring on a minor giggling fit, feeling absolutely giddy.

And he just watched, perfectly content to stare down at you as you waged a minor battle against your clothes, desperate to get your bare skin against his.

As you lay below him, finally fully naked, you didn’t feel shy or self-conscious. It felt right, the two of you, like this.

“I will never understand clothes,” he informed you. “Why would you ever cover this up?”

His head shifted around, looking at every part of you he’d never gotten to see before.

As his head moved downwards, you could tell exactly when he noticed how wet you were. He stopped moving entirely, nostrils flaring and eyes locked on you.

He nosed at you and you opened your legs for him, spreading them as wide as they could go.

His tongue snaked out instantly, licking a hot stripe through your folds. Whatever he found there seemed to interest him because the next thing you knew his thick tongue was snaking deep inside of you, your walls stretching around him.

You let out a strangled cry, fighting to not snap your legs closed at how overwhelming the sensation was.

His content vibrations ran through you, causing a spark of pleasure to run up your spine.

His tongue found a spot deep inside of you that’d didn’t quite feel like the rest, rubbing against it experimentally and you slapped your hand over your mouth, trying not to scream.

It was too much. You’d never felt anything like this before.

His jaw was cracked open over your stomach, his impossibly long tongue reaching as far into you as it could go.

His tongue slowly withdrew from you and you didn’t know whether to beg for him to keep going or take your reprieve from the overwhelming sensation while you could.

You noticed his hips shifting and glanced down. Your heart skipped a beat.

He was massive, probably a foot long.

“That’s not going to fit,” you whispered.

The dragon shook his head. “No, I would never try. You’re too small, it would break you. I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“What about you?” you asked, feeling bad you couldn’t reciprocate.

“I have everything I need,” he said, nuzzling into your chest once more. “But if you want someone your size, we could always ask for help.”

Your face heated as you realized what he was implying. To be honest, you’d entirely forgotten Phillip was there, too caught up in what you were doing. Oh god, he’d probably heard everything.

Pytho lifted his wings as you looked at Phillip, who had turned to face the wall.

“I am so sorry,” you called out, embarrassment washing over you.

He turned to you slowly and you prepared to get yelled at.

Instead, his voice came out breathy and strained. “Do you want me to help?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared back at him. “I do.

He moved towards the pair of you. “I live to serve”

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted so badly to kiss him and you just couldn’t.

So instead you made do, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards you. He fell next to you, both of you leaning against Pytho.

He froze a little as your hands neared his helmet and you whispered, “Trust me.”

He untensed, although you could sense his anxiety.

You grasped the side of his helmet slowly, tilting it gently to the side to reveal a sliver of his neck. You moved towards it, taking all the self-control you had to go slowly.

He shivered as you neared him, your breath ghosting over his skin.

You started gently, pressing soft kisses into his skin.

Before long you wanted more, nipping at his neck and sucking marks into it as he let out little whines. You could feel his throat move as he swallowed, could feel his muscles tense as you moved.

Eventually, he pulled you away from him and you looked up at him, wide-eyed.

“Um…” he said, his voice shaky and high. “If you do want me to… to help. You need to stop doing that.

You smiled, resting your forehead on his helm. “If you insist.”

The way you’d pulled at his clothes, shifting his shirt out of the way, meant you could see as he gulped.

His hand hovered inches over your hip, as if afraid to touch you. You covered it with your own, pressing it onto bare skin.

You didn’t mind his staring so much now. You could feel the waves of awe coming off of him as his hands gently slid up and down your sides.

You hooked your fingers into the front of his pants and pulled him closer to you.

“Please,” you asked.

He didn’t bother taking his pants off, instead pulling them down just enough to get his dick out, already painfully hard.

Pytho’s tongue had more than prepared you and Phillip seemed like if someone breathed on him wrong he might come so you wasted no time, pulling him over to you.

Pytho sat there, watching as Phillip pushed inside of you. He was painfully slow, groaning with every inch.

Your walls fluttered as his hand pressed tentatively down on your clit and he had to stop entirely, breathing slowly.

“Do you know how hard it was,” he gasped out as he buried himself fully inside of you, unmoving. “Hearing all that and not touching myself. It felt like torture.

You could feel Pytho shifting behind you, molding himself against your back as you saw his hips twitch, grinding against nothing.

You opened your mouth to speak when your words were cut off with a sharp thrust.

Phillip gripped your hips so hard you were worried it might bruise in the morning. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

He slowly found his rhythm, desperately trying to pull you impossibly closer as he thrusted inside of you.

You felt something hard against your back, moving as Phillip slammed inside of you again. And then, as if sharing one mind, you felt a sticky substance coat your back just as Phillip gave you one final, hard thrust, groaning as he came inside of you.

As soon as Phillip pulled out, Pytho rushed to snake his tongue back inside of you. It was so dexterous, pressing up perfectly inside of you as he tasted both you and Phillip.

Phillips fingers intertwined with yours as your back arched and you felt waves of pleasure run through you. Pytho seemed intent on working you through it, his tongue moving steadily until you could take it anymore.

You pushed at his head and he lifted it, mouth slick and eyes looking just as dazed as you felt.

You were all gross and sticky and you’d never been happier in your life.

Phillip snorted. “I was supposed to kill you.”

“Plans change,” you said.

“You never could have killed me,” Pytho declared and you couldn’t help but smile as their argument began again.

You woke up in a tangle of limbs. Your head was tucked into Phillip's chest, his arms wrapped around you with just the tip of Pytho’s tail betwixt you. You were both entirely surrounded by him, curled up protectively around you.

Pytho had to take both of you down to the nearest lake to get clean the next morning. He sat patiently at the edge of the pond as both of you washed off the mess from the night before.

Phillip helped you clean, scrubbing your back and running his fingers gently through your hair as you both stood in the waist-deep water.

You’d had the good sense to remove your clothes but Phillip had to clean his along with himself, standing in the water in his pants, shirt, and that helmet.

It seemed a little silly but you wouldn’t bother him over it. It would come in due time. Or maybe it wouldn’t and honestly, you didn’t think you would mind.

Pytho was content watching the two of you, occasionally shifting his tail to splash water at you, a favor you returned to him readily.

As the cleaning finished and the three of you sat on the shore, drying off, Phillip braided your hair as you both leaned against your warm dragon.

You were curious where he’d learned it but scared to ask, to remind him of anything other than this perfect moment.

He did not seem to understand how precious and fragile this moment was, breaking the silence by saying, “I can’t stay here,” and shattering everything.

You looked at him with panicked eyes and Pytho hid his head under his wing.

“What?”

His next words came slower, more gently. “I think we’ve made a little home here. I do. But I can’t just stay.”

You nodded. You understood. “Neither can I. You’re going off adventuring again, right?”

He nodded and you immediately added, before you could lose your nerve. “I want to come.”

“It’s going to be dangerous,” he said, his voice not commanding but instead cautious and worried.

“Please. I need to do something, to help someone. I feel like I’ve got a debt on my back. I can’t let it hang over me like this forever.”

He went to protest but you stopped him. “I don’t care what you think, I can’t live with it. Please.”

He nodded. “First, we’re going to need to find my sword.”

You gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sure it won’t be too hard.”

“And we can’t come back every night,” he continued. “You’re going to have to spend days on the road. You sure that’s what you want?”

You rolled your eyes. “I think I can manage for a few days.”

Pytho lifted his head from where he was hiding it. “Come back? You said you can’t stay?”

It took a second to understand what he could possibly be asking. The idea of leaving him forever was so inconceivable to you that you hadn’t realized what this must have looked like.

You rushed over to him, kissing his forehead. “No, I’m not leaving you. Neither of us are. We just…I just can’t stay in a cave for the rest of my life.”

“People will still need helping,” Phillip chimed in, standing behind you. “I won’t ever stop doing this. It’s what I was made to do. But it's been too long. I think it was about time I found a home to come back to.”

You smiled at him as you leaned into your dragon’s side. “I think it was.”

#terato #terato writing #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster bf #dragon x reader #dragon boyfriend #dragon #dragon bf #The cws on this are wild #Phillip’s armour set up is a little wonky compared to most real armour #I attribute this to his accursed knight status #Definitely not just for narrative ease #I would never #also I came up with this idea and then wrote the whole thing in like 6 days #Everyone say thank you ducky #lol

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stargazerlillian · 4 months ago

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HELLO, HI, YES? I'M STILL MARVELING AT THIS ABSOLUTE TREASURE OF AN ART PIECE-💖💗💕💖💗💕💖💗💕

@stargazerlillian's OC, Star!

#Written in the Stars #Fanart #My OCs #Star #BritishSquidward #Favorites #💖For me💖#I apologize for taking so long to reblog this - finding the words to properly describe my emotions and my gratitude...#... over something this well-made and beautiful is... more than a little difficult to do to put it lightly.#I was stunned beyond words for what felt like the longest time - but now I think I have something that I feel may somewhat do them justice.#When I first woke up to this I felt as if I had stepped into an archaeologist's shoes...#... and was beholding one of the greatest treasures ever unearthed.✨💎✨#Her light pink waves of hair tumbling down over her shoulders like the fluffy clouds of a nebula in deep space...#... her eyes so deep blue one could get lost in them... her rose red lips that are curled in the most gentle smile...#... her golden accessories that glint like the stars above?🌟🌟🌟#I mean can you blame me for being speechless about it for so long?#She even has a stargazer lily in her hand and a perfectly dark sky behind her dappled with glowing silvery stars!!#She is in her element... surrounded by nature and bathed in the light of “heaven's eyes”. She could not be more at peace if she tried.#It's things like this that make me beyond glad that I finally regained my artistic courage...#... and put her design down on paper after having her just float around in my head as a mere idea for at least a few years.#I'm also beyond glad I opened up enough to tell someone about her because it not only led to someone actually CARING about her...#... but also going on to actually DRAW her - not once but MULTIPLE times.#I cannot even fathom just how lucky I feel in that regard. I must really be doing something right for this to have happened...#... as much as it did.#Thank you so very very much for this dear friend - you really know how to make someone's words truly feel worthwhile.💛🥹💛#The world could use more people with hearts like yours on it - it would be far better than it is now I can tell you that much.💝

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aphrogeneias · 4 months ago

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this is @jamdoughnutmagician and @munsonology's fault, based on this post.

He calls out your name, muffled behind a closed door in his trailer.

"Yeah?"

The next thing you hear are a couple of thumps on the walls, the sound of things falling, and some colorful expletives coming from your boyfriend. You knew it was a mess in there, but when you opened the unlocked door, you surprised even yourself.

"It's stuck." He pouts, pointing in the direction of his crotch.

The jacket he was wearing was on the floor, along with his other accessories laying on the closed toilet lid. A half empty bottle of beer sits on the counter along with your makeup bag. The bathroom is cramped, and Eddie is right in the middle of it, his chest bare, sweat glistening on his pale skin.

A sight to behold, no matter how many times you'd seen him up close.

Steeling yourself to not fall into temptation — difficult, when the devil himself is in the room — you sigh, and ask, "What's stuck?"

"My zipper!" His voice falters a bit, exasperated, "It won't move. Piece of shit bailed on me."

Grinning at his dramatics, you simply move forward. "Let me see."

You try just as he had, pulling it up and down. It didn't budge. Trying to get more leverage, you sink down to your knees, planting them on the floor, and pull hard. He whimpered from the force that moved him forward, but it worked — but your hands don't move, not yet.

"There, all done."

Looking up is a mistake. The weak light shone down on Eddie, bathing him in an unnatural glow. Hair a mess, eyeliner already smudging down his reddened cheeks. The piercing on his nipple, the goblin tattooed on his navel. The smattering of chest hair that followed under his belly button, growing thicker to where you knew he wasn't wearing any underwear.

You clench around nothing under your skirt.

Eddie's hand reaches down to cup your face. "Getting any ideas, baby?"

The tilt of his head, a hint of a dimple. He's nothing but trouble.

Your hands finally move, up to his waistband. You don't pull it down, not yet. First, you give him a kiss, right above it, on his hipbone. A lipgloss stain sits pretty on him. "Depends. Got anywhere to be right now?"

It's a rethorical question.

That same hand that cupped your face moves to the back of your head, your smirks now matching. "Yeah." His voice is already rough with desire, and you salivate with the way you can see him twitch under the leather of his pants, just an inch away from your eager lips. "In that cute little mouth."

(Nobody comments on how late you are when you get to where you were actually supposed to be.)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #luiza.txt

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babygorewhore · 5 months ago

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Imagine finding out Rafe is stalking you but he doesn’t know that you like it…

Warnings! Dark!Rafe! Stalking! Breaking in! Dub con! Somno! Oral! Fem receiving! Degrading! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Choking! Spitting! Light spanking! Panty stealing! Perv!rafe! W.C 1k something Dividers by @cafekitsune

You had accidentally discovered Rafe Cameron following you around during one of your shopping trips at the grocery store. The start of it, you weren’t certain but you caught him lurking in the background as you walked through the aisles. You wondered if he was so mesmerized by the fact that you didn’t externally show your attraction to him or it was the way you wore dark clothes, pink accessories and little bows in your hair. Soon, you started to play along. Leaving your curtains open at night in your apartment. Making sure to purposely leave your panty drawer open when you would hear him sneak into your bedroom while he thought you were asleep.

You’d hold your stuffed animal, curled into a ball while you listened to him huff and groan as he tugged at his dick with your thongs in the dark. It was sick. The way he let himself in. The way he covered your items with his cum and pretended nothing was out of the ordinary when you ran into him.

Today, you saw his car as you sat outside on the front steps. You hid a smirk as he revved the engine, taking a phone call angrily before he drove off in a hurry.

It was a dangerous game to play. You knew that. Rafe Cameron was known for his emotional instability and rash reactions. He was always around while you were in high school. The bad boy who partied, snuck out and got into trouble while his princess of a sister complained to you about him.

You wanted him. Badly. You liked his darkness. You were a moth to his flame. Maybe it was because you held some of that sickness in yourself that others couldn’t see behind your innocent looking eyes.

Tonight you waited. You took your time in your bath, moisturizing your body and wore your favorite pajama set with delicate panties underneath. You left your door unlocked and the window unlatched. The lights were off but the lingering scent from a candle hovered in the air. You breathed quietly as you turned on your side as Rafe walked through your home. You always recognized his heavy footsteps.

You bite your lip to keep silent as he eases open your door, closing it behind him and you use the corner of your eye to see his figure lingering in the corner.

It felt dangerous to keep playing this game but you were rendered still as you felt his hand brush against your blankets, trailing up until he felt the soft flesh of your shoulder.

“You’re so fuckin pretty while you sleep…” He mutters and his fingers caress your neck. “I bet you’re soaking wet right now.” The last part of his sentence came out as a growl.

He removed the quilt and you felt his weight maneuver so he was shifting you on your back. Your knees separated as you kept your body limp. Rafe moaned as he looked at the wet patch in-between your thighs. “I need to taste it.”

Rafe pulls down your panties and lowers himself on his stomach. He presses his face against your cunt, groaning deeply as he laps at your clit. “God, you taste so fuckin good. Sweet as an angel,” He praises and his palms tremble as he kneads your thighs.

He let out a pornographic moan as he eagerly sucked and licked your cunt. It was almost impossible to stay still, your digits flexed and your jaw clenched. God, it felt so good. Rafe started grinding down on the bed.

“Could cum just from this sweet girl. Can’t get enough, fuck,” He mutters and you finally break.

You grab his hair, wrapping your thighs tightly around his head and your hips raise. “Rafe, don’t stop, please.” You rasp and Rafe huffs with an excitement that further arouses you. And frightened you.

“Dirty little girl. You like this? You like me eating this pretty pussy while you’re asleep?” Rafe moved his head around and your vision went white as your orgasm crashed. Your stomach uncoiled and you whined loudly.

Rafe tongue fucked you through it, leaning up to stick his thumb in your mouth, he spits inside on your tongue. “You taste too good. I had to share. I need to fuck your pussy, my fist around my dick isn’t enough,”

He pulls down his pants and underwear, his cock slapping against his thigh with his red leaking tip. “Gonna breed this perfect cunt, stuff you full and make sure nothing spills out.” He promises and slams into you.

You let out a sharp gasp as he wraps his hand around your throat, your legs tangling around his torso and you feel your body move with his thrusts. “Fuck! Squeezing me so tight I can barely move. God, you’re so pathetic. A helpless little puppy. Can’t believe you left your door unlocked,” Rafe grunts as his eyes are blackened.

“I did it on purpose,” You admit with a wheeze, “I knew you were coming in. I wanted you to fuck me,”

Rafe snarls as he humps into you wildly and you feel like you’re going to split in half. “You’re even more disgusting than I thought. Needy girl wanting my dick so bad, you let me in.”

He taps your cheek with his, moving his hand from your throat to your tit. “These are all mine, everything about you is mine. I own you, and you will never fucking doubt it, princess.” He promises.

You feel his cum spill into you, a warm rush filling you up as he jerks with his cock twitching in you. Rafe gives your ass a slap, hard enough that you let out a whimper and climax again.

“Fuck! Oh god, needed your dick so bad. Please, please, please, fuck me again. Fuck me until I can’t even breathe anymore.” You beg with tears in your eyes.

“God damn little bunny. Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you into my cum slut until the only thing you think about is my name.”

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hmmarble · 5 months ago

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HMMARBLEDESİGN - DRAGON+ (2)

Marble Bathroom Sink

When it comes to home design, few materials evoke a sense of luxury and timeless beauty quite like marble. A marble bathroom sink not only serves as a functional wash basin but also elevates the overall aesthetic of your space. The elegance of marble exudes sophistication, turning an ordinary bathroom into a serene oasis.

Marble Bathroom Sink

A marble bathroom sink is not just a functional component of your bathroom; it is a statement piece that adds elegance and luxury. Marble, known for its unique veining and rich texture, brings a timeless charm to any space. When choosing a marble bathroom sink, there are several factors to consider to ensure it complements your bathroom design.

First, consider the style of your bathroom. Whether you are going for a modern, classic, or rustic look, a marble sink can fit seamlessly into any theme. The color palette of the marble also matters; white and cream marbles can lend a fresh and airy feel, while darker hues can create a dramatic effect.

Maintenance is another important aspect to consider. While marble sinks are stunning, they do require some care to maintain their beauty. Regular sealing and careful cleaning will help prevent stains and etching, keeping your sink looking pristine over the years.

Installation is another key consideration. Marble is heavier than other materials, so ensure that your cabinet and plumbing can support your chosen marble bathroom sink. Consultation with a professional can help you navigate this aspect of your renovation.

Ultimately, a marble bathroom sink is an investment in both aesthetics and functionality. By choosing the right type, color, and maintenance plan, you can enjoy the beauty of marble in your bathroom for years to come.

Wash Basin Sink

A wash basin sink is an essential fixture in any bathroom, offering both functionality and style. When selecting a wash basin sink, it is important to consider various factors such as size, design, and material.

One popular choice among homeowners is the marble bathroom sink. Known for its elegance and durability, marble sinks can elevate the aesthetic of your bathroom. Their unique veining patterns ensure that no two sinks are alike, providing a one-of-a-kind centerpiece for your space.

When choosing a wash basin sink, you will encounter various types including undermount, vessel, and pedestal sinks. Each design has its own benefits and can enhance the overall look of your bathroom. For instance, vessel sinks are often mounted on top of the countertop, making them a stylish option that complements modern decor.

Aside from aesthetics, the wash basin sink should also offer practical features. Consider looking for a model with easy-to-clean surfaces and a design that accommodates your bathing and grooming needs. The right choice will not only enhance your bathroom’s style but also improve daily usage.

In terms of installation, make sure to consult with a professional if you are unsure. Proper installation of your wash basin sink will ensure that it functions efficiently and lasts for many years to come.

Lastly, don't forget to incorporate additional features such as stylish faucets and accessories that complement your wash basin sink and add to the overall design of your bathroom.

Ancient Roman Baths

The Ancient Roman Baths were an essential aspect of Roman culture, reflecting the importance of hygiene, social interaction, and relaxation in ancient society. These baths, also known as thermae, were large public bathing complexes that served as a social hub for citizens of all classes.

Typically, the layout of a Roman bath included a series of rooms with varying temperatures and functions. The caldarium (hot bath) heated the water through a sophisticated system of hypocaust, allowing steam to rise and warm the space. Next to it was the tepidarium (warm bath), which served as a transitional room, and the frigidarium (cold bath), where bathers would plunge into cooler waters to invigorate their bodies.

In addition to hygiene, these baths featured amenities such as libraries, gymnasiums, and gardens, encouraging a sense of community and leisure. Romans often visited to socialize, conduct business, or simply enjoy the art and architecture that adorned these luxurious facilities. The decorative mosaics and grand columns were not only functional but also represented the wealth and sophistication of the society.

The significance of the Ancient Roman Baths can also be seen in their architectural innovation. The Romans mastered the use of concrete and arches, allowing for grand open spaces and intricate designs. These structures have inspired modern spa designs, embodying the idea of relaxation and wellness.

Despite their popularity, the fall of the Roman Empire led to the decline of these spectacular sites. Many were repurposed, and their intricate plumbing systems fell into disrepair. However, remnants of these ancient baths still surface in archaeological sites, offering a glimpse into a fascinating aspect of Roman life.

Today, while we may not indulge in the same communal bathing practices, the legacy of the Ancient Roman Baths endures. Their emphasis on hygiene and social engagement continues to influence how we design our own spaces for relaxation and community interaction.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year ago

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[9:33 pm]

You knew Jeno was a good dad, he knew it, your friends knew it, anybody who had seen him interact with your guys' daughter knew it. Right now, it wasn't feeling like he was a great dad. He was tired, cold, his feet hurt, and he just wanted to go to bed.

But he wasn't in bed, he doubted he was even close to getting to bed due to the toddler standing in front of him with her hands on her hips which she definitely got from you. Jeno sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, not believing that he was arguing with his almost 3 year old. He expected this 10 years from now!

He thought the terrible twos were a myth. How could his perfect baby girl ever turn into a little menace? When people warned him he'd wave them off. Not his baby girl Not his baby girl who gave him her first smile, who never struggled to be put to sleep, who didn't struggle to get rid of her pacifier. She was just too perfect to ever become a menace.

"And I eat my candy!" The toddler yelled while stomping her pink, sparkly shoe-clad foot.

In any other situation Jeno would have thought this would be funny, cute even, but not right now. You had both already let her stay up an hour and a half past her bedtime to take her trick or treating and splurged on her over the top princess dress with accessories.

She was hard to say no to but he had to be firm, "Baby, no. It's time for a bath and bed."

"I eat one candy," she held up her tiny pointer finger, "then bedtime."

He shook his head, "You ate candy while we were walking baby, it's time for bed. You're tired."

She shook her head and pointed her wand in his direction, "Appa, I said one candy then bed."

"Appa said no, let's go. Now," Jeno stated firmly. He wishes you had taken care of bedtime, but it was only fair considering you helped her get ready. He heard the little fit she threw when you made her wear tights under her dress and when you redid her hair 4 times because it didn't look like "princess hair."

The toddler sighed and waved Jeno off and made her way to the kitchen, where you had both set he bucket of candy on the counter. He sighed again, she could not be more predictable. 3, 2, 1... there went a chair scraping along the floor.

"The bath is ready baby, let's go!" You called from the bathroom.

"Candy?" The toddler called back.

"No, come play with the bubbles."

An excited squeal sounded out and a quick rush of pink and purple tulle flashed before his eyes. Jeno couldn't believe all it took was bubbles. Freaking bubbles!

He threw himself onto the couch with a long, deep sigh. It felt like only a few seconds before he felt the familiar weight of his two year old on his back.

"Tell Appa you're sorry for arguing," you instructed. The toddler complied quietly, placing a very wet kiss on his cheek. "Now, it's time for bed baby, goodnight," you told her with a flurry of kisses on her smiling cheeks.

Putting her to bed was easy, by the time she was tucked in and Jeno turned around to flick on the nightlight, she was knocked out. He laughed under his breath and trudged back to the kitchen, to catch sight of you and a small pile of candy wrappers.

"I am so glad this night is over. Chocolate?" You offered with a tired smile.

“Next year we can just tell her Halloween was cancelled.”

A/n: happy Halloween!!

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #jeno blurb #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #jeno imagines #jeno timestamp #dad!nct

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imloyaltoscoups · 6 months ago

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3 in 1 | 95 liner

You've been half-expecting Jeonghan and Seungcheol to show up just behind you, when you and Joshua arrived home, but to your relief, they haven't appeared. Two hours have passed since you both returned, and you took their absence as assurance that they accepted your refusal for tonight's activities. As you go through your nightly routine, taking a relaxing bath and slipping into your favorite pajamas – Joshua's worn-out shirt and your underwear – you start to feel a sense of peace settle over you.

However, just as you're about to settle into bed after you done your nightly routine, the doorbell rings, shattering your sense of calm. Your heart races as you exchange a knowing glance with Joshua, silently communicating your worry.

He kisses your temple reassuringly before getting up to answer the door, his expression a mix of resignation and amusement.

Sure enough, when he returns to the bedroom, you see this two motherf*ckers, Jeonghan and Seungcheol grinning from ear to ear, holding a bag between them.

"Sorry we're late, just stopped by a sex shop on the way," Jeonghan announces with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Seungcheol adds, "You didn't forget about us, right?"

Before you can respond, they empty the contents of the bag onto your bed, revealing an array of toys and accessories, from handcuffs to blindfolds to various sizes of dildos and vibrators. Your eyes widen in surprise and disbelief at the sheer audacity of their purchase.

"You're serious about this?" you ask incredulously, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

They both share a meaningful look before turning their attention back to you. "Dead serious," they reply in unison, their expressions leaving no room for doubt.

You sigh, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you as you voice your reluctance. "I'm already tired, guys. Can't we save this for another time?" you suggest, pulling the blanket over yourself in a silent plea for them to respect your wishes.

But Seungcheol isn't deterred. With a playful grin, he gently removes the blanket covering you, revealing your tired but still adorable form. "Aw, look at how cute you are," he comments, his tone teasing yet affectionate.

You shoot a pleading glance at Joshua, silently hoping he'll support your decision to call it a night. However, you find him surprisingly eager, as he retrieves a blindfold with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Come on, babe," Joshua says persuasively, his voice coaxing. "This could be the first and final time we try something like this. You've always been open to experimenting, so why not give it a chance?"

You hesitate, torn between your exhaustion and the allure of trying something new with your partner and friends. With a sigh, you finally relent, nodding reluctantly as you allow Joshua to place the blindfold over your eyes, your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement at what the night may hold.

"Such a good girl," Joshua murmurs approvingly, his lips brushing yours in a gentle peck as he fastens the blindfold securely over your eyes.

Before you can react, you feel the sensation of something cold and metallic wrapping around your wrist. Startled, you realize that Jeonghan has placed handcuffs on you, securing your hands together.

"Why don't we add this to the mix?" he suggests, his voice filled with mischief as he tightens the restraints, ensuring they're snug but not uncomfortable.

Sensing your apprehension, Joshua interjects with a note of reassurance. "Don't worry, princess," he says softly, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "We'll use a safe word in case things get too intense."

You nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, you remain still as you sense someone removing your underwear, the cool air brushing against your skin. Simultaneously, another hand raises your shirt, exposing your bare torso.

"Here, bite down on this," Jeonghan's voice instructs gently, his tone both reassuring and commanding.

You comply, taking hold of the fabric with your teeth, feeling a surge of excitement and vulnerability as you await the next move. The blindfold heightens your senses, amplifying every touch and sound as you surrender to the sensations enveloping you, guided by the desires of Joshua and his friends.

"Why don't you open your legs for us, doll?" Seungcheol's voice breaks through the anticipation, his tone both firm and teasing.

You obey his command, parting your legs as instructed, feeling a rush of excitement and vulnerability at the thought of being exposed to their gaze.

As you comply, you hear Joshua's voice interjecting, a note of caution lacing his words. "Let's not go overboard, guys," he says firmly, his tone carrying a hint of authority as he settles into the armchair nearby.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel someone's presence behind you, their hands reaching around to grope your breasts, pinching and pulling at your hard nipples. Their breath tickles your ear as they bite and suck on the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"God, you're so responsive," Jeonghan murmurs huskily, his voice sending a thrill down your spine.

Just then, you hear the distinct sound of a cup being opened, and you realize that Seungcheol is now joining in the action.

"You’re already getting so wet," he teases, his voice filled with amusement as he continues to prepare the dildo. "Looks like you’re enjoying this more than you thought."

Blindfolded and vulnerable, you suddenly feel something pressing against your entrance. As it slips inside you, a gasp escapes your lips, causing the shirt you were biting to fall from your mouth. Jeonghan quickly catches it, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Bite it again," he whispers softly, guiding the fabric back between your teeth. He plants a tender kiss on the side of your lips, his breath warm against your skin. "We wouldn't want your lovely sounds to be too loud, would we?" His lips linger for a moment before pulling away, the intimate gesture heightening your arousal even more.

Seungcheol begins to thrust the dildo inside you slowly, the sensation intensifying with each deliberate movement. The toy glides in smoothly, aided by the generous amount of lube, and you can feel every inch of it stretching and filling you. He pulls it out almost entirely before pushing it back in, setting a torturous pace that leaves you craving more.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan continues his sensual exploration of your body. One of his hands squeezes and kneads your breast, his fingers expertly finding and teasing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through you. His other hand is occupied with your other breast, but this time with his mouth. His lips encircle your nipple, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, his tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive bud.

Your moans grow louder as Seungcheol’s thrusts become more forceful, pushing you closer to the edge of climax. The relentless pace drives you wild, the pleasure intensifying with each movement.

Suddenly, Hannie cups your face, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring and tangling with yours, the sensation pushing you further into a state of bliss. You crave more, your body instinctively straining against the handcuffs as you try to pull him closer.

"Please," you manage to moan between kisses, your voice filled with desperation. "Let me touch you..."

But he pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of desire and control. "No, darling," he murmurs softly, his voice firm yet affectionate. "You need to stay just like this." Seungcheol’s voice joins in, his tone teasing. "You look so perfect all chained up and desperate. Just enjoy the ride."

Jeonghan's lips return to yours, silencing any further protests, while his hands continue their relentless exploration of your body.

As you feel yourself nearing the peak of ecstasy, Seungcheol abruptly removes the sex toy from your body, leaving you in a state of desperate need and frustration. Your breath hitches as you're left panting and trembling, on the brink of release but denied the final push.

Seungcheol rummages through the pile of sex toys he and Jeonghan brought, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, Josh, have you two ever done anal?" he asks casually, his tone playful yet suggestive.

Joshua, thoroughly enjoying the scene, responds with a smirk. "Yeah, we've tried it," he replies nonchalantly, sending a surge of humiliation and arousal coursing through you.

Seungcheol's grin widens as he turns his attention back to you, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "Well, well, seems like you're in for a treat," he says teasingly, his fingers trailing over the array of toys at his disposal.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you realize what he's implying, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling in your mind. With your senses heightened and your body on edge, you brace yourself for whatever pleasures—and challenges—lie ahead.

Seungcheol begins to prepare the anal bead, coating it generously with lube as he looks at you with a wicked grin. "You need to be prepped properly before we let two dicks enter you," he remarks, his tone both playful and suggestive.

You're still catching your breath from the earlier sensations when Jeonghan asks Seungcheol for the wand vibrator. Without hesitation, Cheol hands it over, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

The two of them work together, teasing and pleasuring you in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation. Seungcheol inserts the anal bead slowly but steadily, each inch driving you closer to the edge. Meanwhile, Jeonghan places the wand vibrator against your folds, allowing you to acclimate to the sensation before pressing it directly against your clitoris.

As the vibrations send waves of pleasure coursing through you, you find yourself on the brink of orgasm. "I'm coming," you gasp, your voice thick with need and lust.

But just as you're about to tip over into ecstasy, Jeonghan abruptly stops his actions, leaving you teetering on the edge of release. You whimper in frustration, the intensity of the pleasure almost unbearable as you struggle to regain your composure, your body still quivering with anticipation and need.

As the blindfold begins to loosen, your vision clears enough to see Joshua watching the scene with avid interest. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you plead with him for help, your voice thick with desperation.

"Joshua, please," you beg, reaching out to him for support. "I need... I need to come."

Joshua meets your gaze, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches you squirm. "Sorry, babe," he says with a playful smirk. "But I think you're in good hands."

You let out a whine of frustration, feeling the discomfort of the handcuffs digging into your wrists. Turning to Joshua with pleading eyes, you whimper, "Joshua, please… Can't they at least remove the handcuffs? They're hurting me…"

Seungcheol chuckles at your plea, his tone teasing as he responds, "Oh, you want the handcuffs off, do you? Well, you're going to have to beg properly if you want that, doll."

You let out another frustrated groan, realizing that they're not going to make it easy for you. With a mixture of humiliation and arousal coursing through you, you take a deep breath and muster up the courage to beg, knowing that it's the only way to get some relief from the restraints.

Jeonghan finally takes pity on you and removes the handcuffs, allowing you to massage your sore wrists with relief. Before you can fully relax, however, he swiftly removes your shirt, declaring, "This shirt kept bothering me," with a playful grin.

You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the fabric slide off your skin, grateful for the small comfort it brings. But as you try to adjust your position, you're reminded of the toy still nestled inside you, keeping you on edge.

With a growing sense of impatience, you turn to the two men, your voice tinged with frustration as you demand, "When are you two going to start fucking me? I'm losing my patience here."

Their laughter fills the room, mingling with the sound of the vibrating toy and your own needy moans, as they exchange knowing glances, clearly enjoying the game they're playing with you.

Seungcheol's voice sends a shiver down your spine as he instructs you to turn over and lift your ass. Without hesitation, you comply, shifting onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself to them.

As you face Jeonghan, he removes the blindfold from your eyes, allowing you to see him clearly for the first time since the evening began. The room spins momentarily as you take in his gaze, a mixture of desire and adoration reflected in his eyes.

You find yourself leaning into Jeonghan's neck, seeking comfort and stability as Seungcheol begins to remove the anal bead from your ass. The sensation is both exhilarating and intense, causing you to gasp and moan softly.

Seungcheol's hand comes down in a sharp slap against your ass, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you. "You're ready to take them," he declares confidently, his voice filled with anticipation and desire.

Before your friends begin to fuck you, Joshua calls you over to him with a commanding tone. "Come here, princess" he says, spreading his legs wide open, the bulge in his shorts visible to you.

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, you crawl towards him, feeling a surge of desire building within you as you gaze at the bulge in his shorts.

You obediently start to suck him, your lips wrapping around him as you take him deep into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him, eliciting a soft groan from Joshua as you begin to move your head back and forth, sucking him eagerly.

As you pleasure him, you can't help but feel the heat between your legs intensify. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, you use the other to tease yourself, slipping your fingers between your folds and circling your clit. The sensation is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as you continue to pleasure Joshua with your mouth.

You hear the other two commenting on your actions, their voices filled with admiration and arousal. "Look at her, sucking Joshua like a pro while fingering herself," Seungcheol remarks, his tone filled with lust.

Jeonghan adds, his voice husky with desire, "She's so lewd and needy, it's driving me crazy."

Their words only fuel your arousal further, pushing you closer to the edge as you lose yourself in the intoxicating pleasure of servicing Joshua while satisfying your own desires.

As Joshua and you reach your climax, waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you breathless and spent. You collapse against his thigh, catching your breath as his warm essence lands on your face. He gently wipes away some of the remaining fluid from your mouth and cleanses your face, his touch tender and reassuring.

Once you've caught your breath, Joshua gives Seungcheol and Jeonghan his approval, signaling that they can finally fuck you. Seungcheol scoops you up in his arms, carrying you over to the bed with a possessive yet tender grip, laying you down gently.

Jeonghan lies naked before you, his gaze intense as he invites you to take control, his voice husky with desire. "Come ride me, darling," he urges, his hands reaching out to caress your hips, urging you to straddle him.

With a seductive smile, you eagerly comply, positioning yourself above him. Your hands find purchase on his chest as you lower yourself onto his erect shaft, feeling him slide effortlessly into you. A soft moan escapes your lips as you begin to move, your hips rocking back and forth in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

Your hands find purchase on his chest, fingers digging into his skin as you rock your hips in rhythm with his thrusts.

Jeonghan's hands roam your body, gripping your breast firmly. "That's it, baby," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Ride me just like that."

Meanwhile, Seungcheol kneels behind you, his hands finding your hips as he positions himself. With a firm yet gentle push, he guides you back against Jeonghan's chest, his own arousal pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he enters you from behind, the sensation of being filled in both your pussy and ass overwhelming yet intoxicating. Seungcheol straddles your hips, his weight pressing down on you as he crouches low, his thrusts synchronized with yours and Jeonghan's.

Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, you close your eyes, surrendering yourself completely to the pleasure. You feel yourself clenching around them, the sensation driving you closer to the edge with every thrust.

Suddenly, you feel something poking your face, and when you open your eyes, you see Joshua standing before you, his desire evident in the hunger in his eyes. With a wicked grin, he suggests joining in on the action.

"I want all of your holes to be occupied," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "So why don't you be pretty good girl and let me fuck your face?"

You nod eagerly at Joshua's request, your lips parting to accommodate his erect cock. As he enters your mouth, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of apprehension. Your hand finds purchase on his thigh for support, while your other hand rests on Jeonghan's chest, seeking comfort in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.

Joshua begins to thrust into your mouth with controlled urgency, setting a rhythm that matches the movements of Seungcheol and Jeonghan behind you. His cock fills your mouth completely, stretching your lips around him as he drives himself deeper with each thrust.

You focus on the task at hand, using your tongue and lips to pleasure Joshua as best you can amidst the onslaught of sensations. The taste of his arousal fills your senses, mingling with the sounds of your own muffled moans and the wet, rhythmic sounds of thrusts of the two men sandwiching you.

As the three men continue to thrust into your respective holes, the pleasure becomes almost overwhelming. Your body trembles with arousal as you feel your orgasm building relentlessly, the intensity of the stimulation pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

But just as you're about to reach the peak, the pressure and stimulation become too much to bear. With a gasp, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of release before everything fades away into darkness, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

As you faint into unconsciousness, Joshua quickly withdraws his cock from your mouth, concern etched on his face as you slump against Jeonghan's body. The suddenness of your collapse shocks all three men, their expressions filled with worry and uncertainty.

The other two swiftly remove their cocks from your trembling body, their hands gentle as they lay you down on the bed, their concern evident in their actions.

The realization that none of them have reached their climax yet adds to the frustration in the room. Joshua breaks the silence, his voice tinged with urgency. "There are enough bathrooms in the house," he suggests, gesturing towards the door. "You two can finish on your own."

Seungcheol and Jeonghan exchange a glance, understanding passing between them as they reluctantly nod in agreement. With a mixture of disappointment and anticipation, they gather themselves and make their way out of the room, leaving you lying on the bed, unconscious and spent from the intense pleasure.

With a sigh, Joshua carefully lifts you in his arms, carrying you to the bathtub where he gently cleanses you, his touch tender as he washes away the remnants of your shared passion. Once you're cleaned and refreshed, he carries you back to the bed and covers you with a warm blanket, ensuring you're comfortable before he leaves to take care of his own needs in the restroom.

When he returns, he finds Jeonghan and Seungcheol sitting on the edge of the bed, their own desires sated.

Seungcheol chuckles softly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Looks like she's really tired, huh?" he remarks, a playful glint in his eyes.

Joshua nods in agreement as he lays down beside you, gently caressing your hair with a tender touch. "Well, we've been edging her for hours," he points out, his tone gentle yet matter-of-fact. "And let's not forget the fact that there were three of us inside her."

Jeonghan joins the conversation, his voice filled with affection as he adds, "She did so well, though. I'm impressed by how much she could take."

As the two men prepare to leave, they each lean down to kiss your forehead tenderly, expressing their gratitude and bidding farewell to Joshua. With a final glance at your sleeping form, they exit the room, leaving you and Shua alone.

As they depart, Joshua wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he cuddles you gently. He guides your head to rest on his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring beneath your ear as he whispers soothing words of comfort.

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cursedcola · 1 year ago

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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore(Here!), Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: May have overdone it. Also, I'm a bit rough with my french. It's been 2 years, go easy on me.

There is a word for this young man. A term that has always been a one-way thing in his past. A noun that he has experience being the target of, and not the one it is describing.

Whipped. Oh, dear heavens, Vil is whipped for you. The thought both entices him and sends a shiver of distaste down his spine. Why? Because, my dove, in recognizing that he is whipped he is also acknowledging that he is dependent. Reliant. No longer the boss a** queen who needs nobody other than himself. The man the world knows him to be but this schoolboy crush has progressed to borderline infatuation.

Let us do a little synopsis of this downfall. A summary, if you will. An exploration of this Schoenheit's thought process as his prospective future melded from being Twisted Wonderland's resident supernova, to a domestic fantasy that would make his past self vomit.

It all began with a little birdy falling into a nest of snakes. Lost, alone, scared, weak - they slowly melted the hearts of everyone they came in contact with. Vil watched from the sidelines in interest. Not enough to investigate because *why* would he place his time in the hands of prey. It would be an utter waste.

Albeit so...Vil recognizes potential when he sees it. Not unlike himself, they took the hand they were dealt and carved a path to the top. He could respect that ... until there was a collision that threatened his own plans. Suddenly their oddities were no longer amusing and instead a hindrance. Like rain. Nice at the start, but the muddy aftermath never pleases.

And muddy his life became indeed. He became the villain he always disliked. Wretched and old. Completed his self-fulfilling prophecy...and somehow lost it all, yet gained something new in such a short span of time. He was no hero in the story, had no life-changing epiphany, yet somehow it felt different. For a brief moment, he was the fairest of them all to that little birdy. Despite his venom and scales, he was the fairest.

It dawns him that they both are not as alike as he once thought. He was playing a game of chess against someone playing checkers.

The oddity turned hindrance now became an object of interest. He started to watch them again and to approach as well. He wanted to bloom the potential he saw in them. Letting it go to waste would be neglectful on his part, so he would shelter them during their time in this den.

Or so he told himself.

While they could never make it to his level...the little birdy was morphing into a beautiful dove right before his very eyes. All without his help or a need for change. He never felt so desperate to be needed by someone else.

The object of interest becomes an object of affection. He doesn't want to recommend new potions, fashion, workouts, skincare routines - he wants to do them with you. He wants to sit in a rosewater bath together and talk about the day. He wants to be chided for wearing a sleepmask, blocking your view of his eyes at night. He wants to go on a morning jog together and share breakfast. To have you on his arm as he walks the carpet at premiers - brighter than any other accessory his stylist could choose. He wants to kiss your pulse points and smell his perfume on your skin. He wants to share clothes and give the press something to gossip about. He wants to love this little birdy who has always been a dove.

And he gets this fantasy. He has it for years but there is always an underlying gnaw beneath his skin that it is going to end - which he is prepared for initially. He does not do anything half-effort and dating you is not taken lightly - but he is prepared until he does not want to be. Until the possibility of splitting up is unfathomable and he can't imagine not having all the little moments that now he has become so...

Reliant. Whipped.

He initially wants you to propose to him, and hints at it frequently. How glorious would he look dressed in white, no? Which do you like better, black forest cake or almond chip? Oh dear...these tulips would make such a lovely Boquete for a bride...

You are either too dense to understand his hints (unlikely, considering you have years of practice) or he needs to take initiative. Well, if it is a proposal you want then it is a proposal you will get.

He stages it under the guise that he needs a partner for a photoshoot. Specifically for a wedding magazine. You, thinking this is another one of his blatant hints, comply to his pleasure. He calls in a contact from one of the magazines he has modeled for before and asks if they would like an inclusive - never before seen- scoop. Aka. to photograph his proposal and feature it on their front cover. With his reputation, the offer is accepted readily and they agree to set up the shoot with whatever theme he wishes. He goes traditional - set in a gothic chapel that is decorated with red and purple floral adornments. The works for a proposal with a dark vintage twist.

That morning, he leaves before you to handle a separate modeling gig. With a kiss to your wrist, he is gone and off to make sure that everything is perfect for when you arrive later on. Photographers know him for his tenacity, but none have ever seen Vil so anal over small details. Every ribbon must be perfect, there must be both black AND white rose petals spread along the walkway. You must be photographed in rose-tinted lighting, so the camera should face towards the biggest piece of stained glass.

When you arrive, you are escorted to hair and makeup in a whirl. The scene is a blur and you're decked head to toe in white. Gothic lace as far as the eye can see...and when you are finally allowed to enter the chapel, Vil stands haloed by his arranged decorations - waiting for you to join him.

"Stunning, my dear. You look absolutely stunning. A sight I will have etched in my thoughts for many nights to come..." he takes your hand, and signals for the cameramen to get ready. They instruct you both to pose as a couple taking their vows. The camera clicks once, and then Vil gets down on one knee.

You think it's part of the act and that he is improvising. Well, until he pulls out a ring from his breast pocket. One that is a sharp contrast from the dark atmosphere and obviously not a prop.

"Alas, my patience runs dry. I can no longer wait for you..." he begins, and takes your hand in his. Another click echoes in the room, "with this ring, I make you mine. There will be no escape. No lies or uncertainties. I am already yours. I have been for many, many years. Will you finally join me in matrimony?"

{Black Opal. Staring into the gem puts any viewer in a trance. It sucks them in with bright swirls - hypnotizing. It is so beautiful with its intricate pattern, yet at a distance it appears solely black. We often narrow complex things down to one-note interpretations. Do with this information what you will}

Our man of mystery likes to keep things fresh. He loves the thrill of the chase. The anticipation. The adrenaline.

There is no better game of cat and mouse in life than romance. At every stage there are twists and turns that one can never predict. Each day brings new surprises and events! At least, that is what Rook believes a relationship should entail. No partnership should ever feel the lull of comfort...no-no. There must always be a little spice and sweetness around every corner to keep the relationship alive.

At your side, Rook does not doubt his beliefs for a second. You are like a magnet for attention and rightfully so. Out of all the people he finds interesting...you are the most tantalizing to observe. He finds himself following your every movement early on. Long before you began to enter his personal bubble, you were rare prey for the hunt. Otherworldly, full of secrets, attentive, attractive, enticing - he had his mark set so firm that he would have watched you even without Vil's order.

Nothing is missed under his fond scrutiny. Rook is the first to notice small things, like if you trimmed your hair or sewed new buttons on your blazer. He has your walking pace memorized to match when he is at your side. He knows your favorite meals in the dining hall, your habitual seat in the library, how to read your body language, what your favorite treats are and when you like to have them - his knowledge is so extensive that it's up to you if it is considered sweet or creepy. Rook's affections are often teetering the line with infatuation; however, he is not controlling or weird about it. He simply is a romantic who feels the need to know the ins and outs of the person he will give his heart to.

If that includes protecting you from ill-mannered heathens and appearing out of thin air to catch you if you trip? Well, best not question where he comes from. Just know that you have a second shadow. He will only become worse when his affections are returned. You may feel the need to set ground rules for how he can behave in public. Loud declarations of compliment and suggestive topics will not be reigned in otherwise. He is a lover and a fighter. Remember that.

There will come a day that Rook feels you are ready to marry him. Yes, specifically you. He was ready very early on, likely because pining for so long (while exciting) was a chase that gave him plenty of time to learn what he wants. Any time spent waiting was merely for your sake. Only when he notes your fondness towards the idea of marriage does he create a series of tests to ensure your desires. Things like leaving a wedding magazine on the counter to see your reaction, and taking you for a romantic boat ride that just so happens to be a hotspot for couples on their honeymoon. He also mentions the topic in his flirtations more often, to see if you'll respond in kind or shy away. He is a thorough man, if anything.

Oddly enough, he takes a reserved approach for proposing. He uses poetry, which is not unlike him considering how he loves to speak with flourishes. In his heart Rook would love to set up an elaborate event to propose. Something exciting, like a train mystery or a scavenger hunt. Yet some things do not need to be active to be thrilling. Marriage is a delicate act, so it is with a delicate hand that he pens a book of poetry over the course of nineteen days. On each day, he writes one poem to describe one reason he wants to marry you. The first letter in the title of each poem corresponds to a hidden message that you will have to decipher. He does not tell you either of these things.

He hands the book off to you with a cunning grin, and says that it is up to you to find the hidden meaning. If you can, then he will give you a 'special prize'. If you ask the occasion, he offers one of his closed-eye grins and claps his hands. 'Because why not?' He'll say, and it's enough to pacify because it is such a Rook way of thinking that you don't question it.

No matter how long it takes, he waits. He'll watch you analyze each poem and pout for an answer - one he refuses to give. It's all in the chase, after all. He can be patient. All good things come to those who wait.

One cold afternoon, he finds you curled up on the couch in your shared home. A blanket around your shoulders, a hot drink, and the book nestled in your lap. Nothing out of the usual...aside from the pen in your hand hovering over a notebook. Silent as a mouse, he hovers over your shoulder to take a peek and smirks at what has you so miffed.

"Ah...I take it you have words for me, mon coeur. Are they perhaps about a certain mystery?" You jump, and slam the notebook shut before turning around. His eyes crinkle in delight at the sight - his well waited prize. The flush of your cheeks suggest you solved the puzzle and the sweat on your brow shows that you know he knows. Rook rounds about the couch in an instant and crouches on his knees in front of you. He takes your notebook, opens it, and displays the words 'Will You Marry Me?' for you. "Is this your answer? Are you confident?" You nod, avoiding his eyes and he grabs your chin to face him. With a hum of approval, he tips off his hat to pull out a wooden box. In the box is a ring, and he effortlessly slips it onto your finger without asking permission. "Mon moitié...mon trésor. Je te chérirai. Je t'aimerai. Je ne te laisserai jamais partir. Avec cette bague, je suis à toi jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare…"

{A large pearl, nested between two emeralds, and a pure gold band. In Rook's eyes, the ring should compliment the wearer. It is the accent piece to your beauty. It should be comfortable, so you never have reason to remove it. In addition to this, it should also serve as a reminder that he is always looking for you. The pearl represents his untainted affection, and the two emeralds are his all-seeing eyes. He hopes this ring brings feelings of comfort and safety}

He is beauty, he is grace, he will punch you in the face - unless you're the object of his affections. Then you get a get out of jail free card. One use. Reinstated every time his heart skips a beat.

Our young lad is a bit of an unpredictable case when it comes to his emotions. Growing up in a small town like Harveston, there was no one his age to spend time with. NRC became his first exposure to people his age, and that made you his first love by default. He wasn't looking for it, didn't have any way to identify it, and frankly he disliked the emotions at first for various reasons. There is a lot to unpack here.

As everyone knows, Epel has a feminine appearance. The exact opposite of how he feels inside. The frilly clothes his dorm makes him wear do nothing to fix that - and now there is this tingling feeling in his chest that takes away his thought process? No. Just no. Not welcome at all. He needs his wits to make up for his unassuming appearance, and he ain't going to have some stranger twisting that about just because they're a bit attractive. Every apple tastes sweet until you try another kind - he says to himself.

He lets it fester for some time and actively avoids you. He sees the hurt in your eyes at his offput demeanor, but can't do much about it. It's your fault if you want to put yourself out there when everyone knows he's not the biggest talker.

Unfortunately...you stick around. Being in his academic year means that most of your classes align, and eventually your friend group does as well. There is no getting around you, and it doesn't take long for other people to connect the dots. Any chance at him getting a tougher reputation were ruined before they even began.

Eventually his resilience runs out and he gives in. Except now we have reason two - he has no chance with you. Zip. Nada. How Lovely.

Why the h*ll would ya go for this country bumpkin with the social skills of a rock? You'd be crazy to an' he ain't going to put himself out for heartbreak.

Now he's stuck humming love tunes and making carved apples of your face because he has years of pining built up with no outlet. It's pitiable, which makes him seethe because he can't do nothin' about it. Rook teased him once after finding Epel making yet another carving while laying in bed, and barely missed getting an apple to the head. The splattered remains of his fruit art on the wall spoke more than any threat could.

Point being, he is emotionally stunted and so he does not ever confess. Not until you do, that is. In that moment all class flew out of his body and he reverted to the socially challenged boy he was before enrolling at NRC. An extremely rare sight for anyone to see...he cringes thinking back on it. When you first said your feelings, he thought you were pulling a prank and got pissed. When he processed that you were serious, Epel lost control of himself and just blurted his thoughts out like a child.

Which is why his proposal is going to be different. It *has* to be different. This time, he'll be the one to ask you and he'll be prepared to avoid any mess ups. He refuses to be one-upped for such an important moment. This time you will be the flustered mess, and he will be the collected one.

To do this, he chooses to propose back in Harveston where he is most in his element. You'll both stay with his family on a weekend vacation in autumn, which meant there would be plenty of open land to arrange for something nice. Not to mention nice scenery from all the fallen leaves and orchards being in bloom. After a long talk with his family, he'd arrange to take you on a day tour of the land on horseback. Basically flaunt all of his farmboy knowledge for a confidence boost, and at the end of the night he'd light a campfire. With some warm cider, the noises of the night, and calm warmth of the hearth - he'd propose. It was almost perfect. *Almost*.

A simple ring feels too disconnected for Epel, and anything extravagant is too expensive considering the family farm's financial state. So, he decides to make it extra special by carving the ring box himself. Wood isn't that much different than apples...

On the first night he decides to work on some finishing touches after you've gone to sleep, and sits on the front porch to widdle away at the design. Like he does when carving apples, he hums a tune into the night as he focuses. Thoughts of the next day making him a bit louder and more excitable than usual - which, unfortunately wakes you up.

The front door opens and he pays it no heed, thinking it's one of his parents coming out for some fresh air. When you plop down next to him and look at the box - well, to say the earth shattered would be an understatement.

"Why aren't you sleepin'?!" His heart hammers and he tries to hide the box under one of his legs. The reaction being too late, since you already got a good look at it. You quirk an eyebrow at his haste, and a mischievous glint twists in your eye. Without warning, you fight him to see what's behind his back. 'What'cha got there Epel~ Why you so embarased huhu~' you tease and his ears flush a deep red. "It's nothin'! Mind your own buisness" 'Well clearly it's something' "I said it's not for you! Get your hands off me," 'Oh? I thought you liked my hands on you~ It looked like a ring box though. Who're you giving a ring to, huh?' "Dangit maybe you'd find out if ya stopped ruining your own surprises!" In his last attempt to avoid your teasing, he tries to yank away but drops the box. It hits the porch with a thud and the lid pops open to show an engagement ring. "...ah sh*t," he swears and hastily crouches to pick it up. You don't tear your eyes away from it, neither from the carvings or how your name is etched in perfect cursive on the lid. Still on his knee, Epel checks the ring for damage before noticing your shocked stupor. He looks at the box again, and signs through his nose before turning towards you. "I had a whole day planned, y'hear me?! For once, I wanted ta be the one surprisin' you...but seein' how you're all tight lipped now, guess I did a good, huh? So? What'dya say? Will you marry me?"

{Crafted using the common hardwood from one of the many apple trees on the family farm. On the outside, there is a carving of a tree taking roots to symbolize the start of a new life. Definitely not because he was surrounded by trees while working on it, and decided to use them for inspiration. When the box is open, the top lid has your names carved along with the date. Well, the date of his *intended* proposal. That will need to be altered. Inside is a simple rose-gold band with small diamonds. Despite the ring's simplicity, he hopes his efforts to make you feel special are not in vain}

NOTE: Translation for Rook: "I will cherish you. I will love you. I'll never let you go. With this ring, I'm yours till death do us part"

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magicaldestinyharmony · 2 months ago

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In Life and in Death

male!knight x female!count's daughter!reader part 2

CW: mentions of death, blood and self-harm

WC: 1.6k words

A/N: part 2 is here! I'm planning to make this a short series though I'm not sure how long it will be. Anyways, enjoy!

[Part 1]

You sit up suddenly and gasp. You blink at the sudden brightness. When did it become morning? You think. Taking a look around you, you realize that you’re in your room. At first, you were confused. How did you get on your bed? Didn't you die? Then it hits you. The Returner's Stone must have worked! Immediately, you turn to your bedside table and pick up the blue calendar you got as a gift. It's true! The Returner's Stone wasn't a legend after all. You take note of the day. It's 10 years in the past. You sigh in relief. Crisis avoided successfully. You smile and decide to reward yourself with 10 minutes of extra sleep before getting up for breakfast.

“Miss! My lady!” Violent knocking at your door rouses you from sleep, “My lady, are you still sleeping? You have to get up! The count will be arriving shortly!”

The door creaks open, and you sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Your maid, Aida, enters, “Oh good, you're up. Come let's get you ready to receive the count.”

“Wait, what about breakfast?” you drowsily ask, still a little sleepy.

“You overslept, miss! There's no time for that!” says your ever-helpful maid as she drags you to take a bath.

You suck up more protests and let Aida continue the familiar yet tedious steps to making you look presentable.

3 dresses, 2 hairstyles and 6 accessories later, Aida deems the chosen dress, hairstyle and accessories passable. “Ta-da! What do you think, my lady?”

You glance in the mirror only to find a woman dressed in blue staring back at you. Your hair was styled immaculately with beautiful accessories decorating it. You smile, “Thanks, Aida. I can always count on you.”

Your only faithful maid grins, looking very proud of herself. She starts going on and on about how naturally beautiful you look and that she only enhanced your natural beauty, but you stop listening to her.

You are truly thankful for Aida’s presence. As the fifth daughter, you had little to no influence. Not many maids wanted to side with you as that job came with little benefits. Only Aida remained, ever faithful.

“Oh my, miss! We must hurry! The count should be arriving soon!” Aida pushes you out the door and you let her, albeit reluctantly.

You never really liked your father. Not only did he give off the aura of a ravenous beast, but his disregard for the law and basic human rights weren't exactly the best combination for a great father.

As soon as you make it off the threshold of the stairs, the butler announces your father's arrival, “Count Balcom has arrived!”

You curtsy in greeting of the man who sired you and stand up. What you don't expect is to find grey eyes instead of black ones staring back at you. You frown in confusion. Once you look up, you receive your answer. You find your father standing a little behind the young boy, talking to the butler. Ah, This must be the day Lucca arrives at this gloomy mansion.

Your father nods, then loudly proclaims, “Hey, you!” He points to one of the maids, “Take the boy to the dungeons.”

The maid nods and immediately does as she's told, lest she incurs the wrath of the count. She drags Lucca away in the direction of the dungeons.

And you? Well, you stand there, dazed, and watch as things happen exactly as you remember them.

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The sun has long set, but you remain awake staring at the dark ceiling of your bedroom. Lucca's unexpected appearance rattled you. Although, now that you think about it, this is the day Lucca entered this house and sealed your death warrant by association.

You sigh. The relief you felt this morning didn't last long. How will you get out of this predicament? Maybe, maybe, if I appeal to his emotions long enough, he'll spare me? Doing something is better than doing nothing.

You get up, resolved to your fate. You gather up some ointment and some bandages, to treat Lucca if needed. After you get your hand on some food, you sneak to the dungeons. You reach the cell where Lucca is held, successfully completing your stealth mission.

“My lady? What are you doing here?” you jump at the sudden question.

Turning around, you see the stern face of the prison guard. How did you forget about the guards?! The guard stands there waiting for your response. “Um, I wanted to see the boy?” you try your luck with the truth.

“You can't, my lady. Please head back to your room. If the count catches you here, you might not escape punishment.”

How do I get this guard to cooperate? You speculate. Taking off your sapphire bracelet, you hope bribery will work its magic. “Here, sir, have this. You should be rewarded for having to work the night shift,” you say and hand the guard your bracelet.

“Oh my, my lady! You're so generous!” the guard takes the bracelet, touched.

“You never saw me here, though, right?” you say, placing your finger on your lips.

“Yes, my lady! Of course, my lady!” the guard bows and you fear that his head will touch the floor at this rate.

“Just unlock the door,” you remark, not used to the sudden sincerity.

“Right away, my lady!” the guard unlocks the door, gesturing for you to head in.

You sigh and enter the cell. Your face contorts at the smell of mould and blood. Once your gaze lands on Lucca you gasp. He's splayed on the floor, seemingly unconscious, with wounds and bruises littered all over his body.

“Oh, no,” you whisper.

The sight makes you shudder. You brush your fingertips over a big purplish bruise forming on his shoulder. This must have hurt a lot. Opening the ointment, you immediately get to work, treating his wounds.

There are so many. Bruise after bruise, cut after cut and lots of blood. You treat as much of Lucca's wounds as you can.

After applying some ointment on an especially deep gash, Lucca hisses. He must've come to. Subconsciously, you retract your hands and glance at his face. He blinks and stares up at you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, “I tried to be as gentle as possible. I'm sorry if it hurt.”

The boy eyes you in silence. “Here, I got you some food.” you rummage in your bag for the bread you were able to take from the kitchen.

There was no reaction from Lucca—only more silence. Awkwardness starts to settle in, so you place the bread under a handkerchief in front of him. He blinks. Once, twice, three times.

What's wrong with him? Does he think there's something wrong with the bread? “Don't worry! I didn't do anything to the bread. It's not poisoned or anything.” you try to reassure him, though you're not sure if it's working.

You sigh. There's no getting through to him right now. “Alright. I'll leave you alone.” You get up and dust yourself off.“I'll come back tomorrow to heal your wounds and get you some food!”

You leave the cell hoping that if you keep coming back every day until he leaves, he'll spare you when he comes back 10 years later.

You were wrong. So wrong. Lucca came back and killed you anyway. You woke up surprised to find yourself in the past again. This time I'll leave as soon as possible!

You still go down every night into the depths of the cold dungeons to check on Lucca and he still acts indifferent towards you.

This time, however, instead of sitting on your hands in that dreadful estate, you leave the empire as soon as you turn 18. Sad to say, Lucca still managed to find you and end your short life.

Imagine your surprise when you're met with the ceiling of your bedroom when you open your eyes in the past for the fourth time.

You sigh. This time, you resolve to abandon the Balcom name.

Helping Lucca at night became a habit. Before you go to sleep, you stop by the basement to take care of him.

Once you had your debutante ball, you busy yourself with finding a suitable marriage partner. You end up getting married to a countryside baron, hoping the distance from the capital will keep Lucca off your back.

Yet, your plan fails. Again. Apparently, Lucca doesn't consider your marriage an abandonment of the Balcom family.

Once your eyes drift open to your sunlit ceiling again, you've had enough. It's like all reason left your mind.

As soon as your father arrives, you're in his office asking to find a way to drain your blood safely. No. You don't ask him. You demand to know. Your father frowns at you in displeasure while you stand there mumbling to yourself that this has to end.

Your father shakes his head, clearly thinking that you've lost your mind. He orders you to be moved to the Balcom villa under the guise of recuperating. But you know the truth. You've been deemed unuseful and tossed aside.

Not that you really care. You pore over thousands of books trying to get the Balcom blood out of you. Your body ends up covered in scars, still-healing wounds and unhealed cuts.

Yet you don't stop. Crazily obsessed and focused on the condition Lucca stated to spare you. You were found multiple times on the floor in a pool of the red liquid.

In the end, the maids reporting back to your father, chain you to your bed, successfully keeping you from inflicting more cuts on yourself.

Once Lucca's dreaded arrival comes, you barely even register his presence. You're sick and tired of this vicious cycle. Death, life, death, life, death, life, on and on and on.

When Lucca's sword eventually cuts you down, you hope with all your might that you won't be met with the mocking sight of your ceiling again.

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Spots of Jealousy (Pt. 2)

Pt 1

Summary: After a night of alcohol, grinding and envy, your roommate takes you back home to show who you belong to.

Pairing: soft dom!Hyunjin x sub (?) Fem Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: MDNI! 18+, explicit smut. drunk sex, unprotected sex, fang mention?, possessive sex, making out, oral (f receiving), fingering, rough sex, some nipple play, creampie, pet names, lmk if I missed out any!

notes: hiii omg thank you for the support on pt 1! UGHH IM SO NEROVUS BECAUSE This is my first full-fledged smut fic! can't believe I'm a channie stan but my first fic is hyunjinnie.. please tell me your thoughts, thank you <3 taglist: @yaorzu-blog

divider by: @strangergraphics

Stumbling back to your home, Hyunjin pulled you along with him. He quickly punched the code to the house to unlock the door, opening it forcefully and holding it open for you to walk in. You waited for him to shut the door behind you and giggled drunkenly as you waited with a hand out, beckoning him to hold it. He did, stumbling hand in hand straight to your bedroom, the closest one.

You didn't even bother to close your bedroom door. Your makeup was still on your vanity, and accessories were strewn over the bed, but you couldn't care less. All you needed was the vamp before you. He held you by your waist, positioning you in front of him. You tripped over your feet, but his strong hands on your waist held you up. He stared down at you, bathing in the beauty you exuded.

"You're so beautiful Y/N...Can I kiss you?" He slurred, you could still smell the alcohol from his mouth.

"Isn't it too late to ask that pretty boy?" You smiled.

You dived in to attach your lips to his once more. This time, he was more aggressive, he picked up the pace quickly. His hand moved from your waist to your neck, tilting your head to get even deeper. Your hands scratched his back, and he groaned at the contact. Your right hand trailed down, touching and rubbing his upper thigh. He kissed you desperately, pushing you till your back hit the concrete wall. His figure towered over you, and how he had you in his hands made you even more turned on. Your heart raced at the position. You decided to probe first, pushing your tongue into his mouth, he immediately accepted it, sucking on it and playing with it in his mouth. He then sucked on your lower lip, earning a low moan from you. His act encouraged you to move your hand from his upper thigh to his hard cock. He hummed as you groped and squeezed around it. Your fingers found their way to his tip. You groped and touched him through the cloth, his lips detaching from yours to let out a small sigh, his eyes shut in the small relief you gave him. Seeing his face with pleasure made you want to see more, your panties now sticking to your cunt more.

He carried you bridal style to your bed, placing you down with a small thud. The accessories on the plush fabric fell off to the floor with the impact. You leaned back, supporting yourself with your elbows, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight before him. You looked ravishing, laying before him so submissively, just waiting for him to do anything. Your makeup made your eyes so alluring supported the remnants of lipstick on you holding memories of your escapade at the party. He wanted to mess your face up even more. He could see your cunt covered by tiny black shorts that were more like panties, He wondered why you even wore them, almost everything was out on display.

"Take this off for me pretty, wanna see you," He spoke in a low voice.

You took off your leopard print halter, letting your breasts finally free. Your nipples hardened at the cold air and goosebumps raised across your body. Exposed before him, your eyes met his, full of desire.

"No pasties pretty? Now what if something wrong happened...your tits would be all out for everyone to see..." he shook his head at the realisation.

"Did you want that pretty girl? Putting yourself in such a dangerous situation, you wanted to show everyone didn't you?" You shook your head, your eyes pleading to him, "No hyunnie..."

He smiled at your answer, shaking his head as he rolled up his sleeves. He didn't believe you one bit.

"It's alright pretty girl, I don't care if you wanted to or not...all that matters is I'm the one that brought you home. I have your beautiful self all to me," He flirted, bending down to approach you.

He kissed you again, his hands now having access to your tits. His mouth sloppily embraced yours, and you felt a hand grab onto your right breast. He squeezed softly as he kissed you, humming at the sensation. A finger started playing with your nipple sending soft waves of pleasure. You let out a low moan, you wanted more.

"Hyunjin...baby...want more..." You moaned, and your panties started to feel so uncomfortable. His lips left yours and granted exactly that. His hands travelled down to your bottoms, pulling them down swiftly, along with your panties. He threw your clothes to the floor. His fingers ghosted your labia.

"So wet...all for me pretty?"

You nodded desperately, your hips ground wanting more. His fingertips found your clit easily, almost like he already had a map of you. Rubbing slow circles, waves of pleasure ran through your body. He smiled seeing your face contort in pleasure. You looked so pretty for him like this. He sped up his actions, allowing you to enjoy his fingers playing with your clit. His body lowered and now he had his face near your core. Your legs shook at the anticipation. His defined arms that were accentuated by his rolled-up sleeves pushed your legs further part with power. You were now all exposed for him to use, pleasure and fuck as he wished. He stared at your cunt with his tongue running across his top teeth. He realised he still had his fake fangs in and wondered if it would enhance the way he was gonna ruin you. He kissed around your cunt, smelling your sweetness that intoxicated him. He would've teased more but he couldn't hold back either, he had to devour you. He could see your cute clit, red and begging to be touched. He positioned his lips on it and made out with it, kissing and sucking enough to make you whine in pleasure loudly. You tasted sweet. Tangy. But most importantly, delicious. His tongue started to lap at your clit hungrily, wanting to taste more. He groaned at the taste of you. You looked down to see the sight of your roommate eating at your pussy, his face deep in your cunt. Fuck he looked so pretty, especially with the way his hands would not stop roaming your body. He was so pussydrunk just because of you. Your head fell back once again, not being able to handle the delicious pleasure he was creating.

"You taste so good pretty, I could stay here forever," He spoke between licks.

He continued to make out with your pussy, and you occasionally felt small prods at your clit that made you jump in pleasure. A fang nudged your button again, making you whine loudly, your thighs closing around his head. He smiled against your cunt and continued to desperately lick at it. He didn't care at the amount of force you placed on his head. He would die here if he had to.

He took a hand and slowly pushed in a finger into your tight hole. You yelp at the sudden sensation, but eased into the pleasure. It took no less than a minute for him to add another, stretching you out further. He started thrusting his fingers, abusing your fleshy hole. He took this as the chance to see your fucked out face. Your hair strewn all over. Your forehead glistened with sweat, eyes scrunched up. Your tits that bounced ever so slightly at each thrust he made with his fingers. And your mouth just barely open moaning and gasping. His head spun at the beauty before him.

"You're so fucking tight pretty...This filthy cunt is squeezing around my fingers like crazy, how will you handle me baby?" He spoke, observing how his fingers disappeared into your cunt, sucking him in desperately.

How did he ever get so lucky to see his roommate like this?He was so unbelievably hard, his cock begging to be touched, ever since the grinding from the party. But he couldn't be so selfish, he wanted to keep seeing his pretty girl writhe because of him.

"Hyunnie, Fuck! Please.." You begged, your breathing now heavier taking in all the pleasure.

Each thrust was electrifying, he was doing it at a rhythm that left you wanting more & more. His long fingers reached depths that you haven't felt in awhile, stretching you so good. His hand grew tired, making him slow down his pace, He leaned into your face, feeling his presence, you opened your eyes to see him staring right into you.

"You look so pretty for me baby, so fucking cute on my fingers hmm?"

You whined at his words, starting to move against his fingers, greedily seeking more.

"You like it when i call you pretty huh?" He teased, swiftly removing his fingers from your wet cunt.

He took the fingers and sucked off every bit of your essence sloppily, his eyes shut relishing your taste. Your chest heaved, you panting as you caught your breath. You were sweaty, flushed and terribly horny. He started to undress himself, finally unbuttoning this shirt that felt suffocating on him. You looked at him, using whatever strength you still had to finally be able to see him shirtless upclose. He made sure to put on a show for you, slowly unbuttoning down, and taking off each side of the shirt before throwing it on the ground behind him. You got a view of the back that you loved to drool at, and he could feel your eyes bore into his back.

"You like what you see right? I know pretty baby...I can feel you stare into me everytime I walk around like this," He chuckled.

He couldn't blame you, he was doing it on purpose. Hell, if you were roaming around it just your bra and shorts, he would also be staring more than he should be. He turned to you, then slowly took off the belt that held up his tight pants. You bit your lip, you needed whatever he had under there, you desperately had to have it in your hands, mouth, cunt, wherever. You sat up in anticipation, wanting to jump on it immediately. However, he still decided to continue his slow tease, finally throwing the belt away and unzipping his pants revealing the bulge in his black underwear. The tent in his pants showed his length, and god were you salivating. You were so impatient, you were squirming, your thighs rubbing against each other to relieve yourself, your clit throbbing. You just wanted him to touch you, or let you touch him, you just needed his warmth on you or his dick in you. He kicked his pants away, now only left in his underwear. He saw your eyes never tearing away from his covered cock, you were on your knees so ready to take whatever he wanted to give you. Your submissiveness coming so naturally just made it so much harder for him to not just fuck you rough now. Your hand reached out to pull down his underwear, finally revealing his cock. It was long and had a slight curve to the left, the tip red, so agitated from the lack of relief. His slit leaked precum, glistening beautifully. The curve made you think of how it'll feel in your cunt, touching you in places you've never felt before. You placed your hand on his cock, wanting to stroke it to provide some relief for him. The warmth of your soft hand made him hiss. He pushed your hand away, placing the same hand on your chin to make his eyes meet yours.

"It's okay pretty, we can do that another time. I need to see your pretty face fucked out on my cock," He said, pushing your legs apart.

He pushed your legs back to your chest, folding you in half. Your legs trembled against his hold, the anticipation was killing you at this point. He let go of your legs, looking at you, realising he hadn't had any protection on him.

"Without Hyunnie...please baby...I need you so fucking bad. I'm clean, promise," You slurred, your pussy was ready to take all of him in.

"I'm clean too baby," He said, before returning to his position, folding you in half.

He held his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes. He laid it on your throbbing cunt. He teased you, slotting his thick cockhead between your folds and rubbing his cock up and down, his tip bumping your sensitive clit making you moan.

"Aw pretty, I think it's too big...your tiny cunt can't take this..." He teased.

"No Hyunnie, please! Need it...will fit..." You desperately begged.

"Really pretty? Do you want me to split you open on my cock? If you say yes, you're gonna have to take everything I give you baby," He challenged, almost warning you with his tone.

You nodded at him, you just needed him in you now. He finally pushed his cock into you fully, not allowing you to adjust yourself at all. You yelped at the sudden stretch. The curve of his cock prodded an area you never felt before, and fuck it was delectable.

"Oh fuck..." He moaned loudly feeling your warm cunt squeeze around him continuously.

He didn't care if you were ready or not, he started thrusting his hips, allowing his cock to finally receive some pleasure. He got the rhythm quickly, ignoring your yelps and whines of shock and pleasure.

"Hyunnie...Ah! You're so big...so deep...fuck.." You yelp.

Every single time he pulled back his big cock, he pushed it back in with full force. His thrusts had your tits bouncing, and your head threw back in pleasure. He was moaning at how intense the atmosphere was, seeing you wrapped around his cock at his mercy. He wanted to ruin you.

"You're gonna take it, c'mon pretty, i know you can. Gonna ruin you," He moaned into you ear, his body now keeping you folded in half.

"Please baby, ruin me, make me yours."

Hearing that, his hips sped up, causing continous sounds of your skin slapping together to spread across the room. You were so overwhelmed, your arms wrapped around his sweaty body holding him close.

"F-fuck Y/N! Fuck...so tight baby, you're so fucking tight," He whimpered into your ear, his eyes rolling at the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling.

The way your cunt kept sucking him in every time, your moans right into his ear, the slick, wet noises you were making, his head was spinning. You arch your back at the fire you were feeling inside.

"You've never been fucked like this have you pretty? Want me to make you mine hm? Stretch this pretty pussy out so that no other cock will ever be able to fill it?" He babbled, his veiny hands holding onto your hips tightly, observing each time his cock entered your cunt.

"Never...n-never felt so good!" You choked out.

You haven't been fucked this good in so long. The delicious shocks of pleasure you felt at each thrust had you clawing at Hyunjin's back, leaving stripes of red. He moaned, his hands gripped even tighter, his knuckles white.

"You're mine aren't you pretty? Gonna cum for me? C'mon baby, show me that you're all mine by cumming on my cock. I know you look so pretty cumming for me," He praised, keeping up his pace.

A hand landed on your throbbing clit, and he rubbed it in soft, tight circles. You moan so loudly you were sure your neighbours could hear. Your cunt kept constricting around his cock, begging to cum. You were so full of pleasure and cock, you forgot to answer him.

"C'mon pretty, use your words, answer me,"

"Y-yes Hyunjin, Fuck! Y-yes I'm all yours, all yours please," You whined.

He smirked hearing that. He knew you were close at how your mouth was agape and breathless. Your eyes shut trying to absorb all the pleasure he was causing.

"Holy fuck I'm gonna cum Hyunjin,"

He continued circling your clit and kept the pace of his hips. Your abdomen clenched as your pussy throb.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Hyujiiin!" You yelled, your cunt squeezing around him repeatedly as your juices flowed out of you, wetting his cock further.

"F-fuck, gonna cum Y/N. G-gonna fill you up with my cum and show that I'm yours," He rambled, moaning breathlessly, his eyes rolling back.

He snapped his hips roughly, the rhythm no longer kept as he came deep inside you, painting your hole white with a loud moan of your name. With each throb, cum spurted out of his slit. The warm, slimy liquid dripped out of your cunt at the sheer amount of cum he spilt. He finally pulled out, the rest of his cum flowing out of your abused hole.

"God, this is so fucking hot..." He spoke, seeing the mess he left inside of you.

You were so exhausted, you went limp on the bed. You didnt mind the slick between your legs as you wanted to catch your breath and slow your heartbeat down. Hyunjin left to your toilet, preparing a warm towel. Coming back, he smiled at you sweetly as he wiped your pussy delicately, cleaning up every bit of wetness left. He used the same towel to clean his cock too, your juices all over it.

He threw the towel into your laundry bag and came up to your limp body. He helped you up, allowing your head to lie on the soft pillows facing him. You hummed at the feeling. He laid next to you, holding you close, your cheek smushed against his warm chest hearing his heart thump. His arm wrapped around your bare body, almost protecting you from nonexistent threats. Another arm was under your neck and placed on your back. You both were pretty sober now, wanting to rest and recover from everything.

"You did so well pretty, thank you," He said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you for taking care of me Hyunnie,"

You smiled, snuggling up closer to him. He used one hand to pull the covers above you two. He patted you to sleep as the warmth enveloped you. He had no idea what this meant for your relationship, but he was glad to have you in his arms, even if it was just tonight.

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