#so that might crop up somewhere else

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

ravish

hitchhiker!readerxperv!loganhowlett

a/n: i recycled this old fic and made it a logan one yay! this was written the day after i watched once upon a time in Hollywood in theaters, clearly. haven't written smut in so long ;_;

wc: 2.4k

NSFW

18+ MDNI | age gap,oral sex, masturbation and sexual themes

summary: Y/N was at a festival last night and needs to hit the road again to go on her next adventure. she hitches a drive with someone who might just be that.

au: 1970's

You squirmed as your now blistered bare feet stood on the sizzling hot concrete.

Your arm was out, holding a thumbs up, hoping that one of the roadside drivers pull over and give you a lift. The leather backpack you were wearing was so hot it began to burn your lower back; summers in Phoenix, Arizona were practically unbearable. 

The air was dry and dusty; the back of your throat ached for a gulp of water. You had been dehydrated since you had woken up this morning.

You had gone to one of the biggest parties you had ever seen. You hardly knew anyone, and that was the joy of it; You met people from all over the States, Canada even people from Europe.

You had consumed lots of drugs and fun drinks during the night, all given to you by generous strangers.

You had lost your shoes sometime during the night, but that didn’t stop you from dancing to the music that filled your ears. Guitar strums resonated throughout the field, each chord amplified by the psychedelics you’d taken, making you feel the music deep in your bones.

Lighters were held high, illuminating the dark field. It felt like you were one with everyone in the stars.

This morning, you woke up in the middle of a flower field.

The blazing sun had pierced your vision, ripping through the haze from the pollen white flowers. Multiple ants covered your sugary drink. Disgusted, you tossed it to the side, got up and walked to the nearest busy street, which was farther than you had anticipated.

You were dressed in your crochet crop top and cut-off jean shorts from last night. Your wrists were decked in various friendship bracelets that you had received during the night, an odd custom for a party, but now you had keepsakes. You smiled, remembering the connections you had made.

Cars sped by, giving you somewhat of a  'refreshing breeze' to withstand the scorching heat of today. 

Your arm began to prickle, and the pounding headache of a hangover formed in your temples. You sighed impatiently as you tapped your foot on the ground.

I don't even care who picks me up, just get me out of here,

You thought.

Your stomach growled with hunger, you had only consumed liquid in the past 14 hours.

You observed the people in the cars that passed by you:

Well-dressed women who deliberately ignored your presence.

Families in full cars, with fathers who noticed your needy figure but quickly averted their eyes, conscious of their wives in the passenger seat.

Young men, young women.

New, inexperienced drivers

As you began to lose hope, a dodge challenger pulled over in front of you.

Cracking a smile, you skipped to the passenger window. The unknown man leaned over the console and rolled down the window.

"Whereabouts are you headed?" You asked, propping your elbows on the edge of his piping hot car. "I'm headed through Tucson, then El Paso." He spoke. 

The truth was, you didn't care about where you were going, you just wanted to go somewhere else. You had been hopping from state to state for the whole summer now, and you weren't going to stop.

You were young, wild, and free. 

"Perfect." You grinned and opened the door cheekily.

You sat down, propping your practically black feet up on the dash nonchalantly. The man just grunted and steered the car back onto the road.

You observed him quietly. 

The first thing you noticed was his height; he barely fit in the small car seats. His large hand wrapped effortlessly around the steering wheel, knuckles still marked with dried blood—evidence of a fight from the night before.

He had a tanned complexion, with dark hair that looked soft to the touch. His broad, muscular shoulders nearly brushed against you, and you caught a faint scent of cologne mixed with whiskey and woody cigars.

He wore a white tank top beneath a flannel, paired with worn work jeans. A pair of tinted aviators rested on the bridge of his angular nose, and his work boots, as dirty as your own feet, pressed down on the gas pedal.

 "What do you do for a living?" You continued eyeing him.

The man snorted. 

"I do all sorts of things. Mostly any job with tools." He replied. 

"So, a handyman?" You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"You could call me that." He rasped.

"So, is that why you're going to El Paso? To work?" The car stopped at a red light.  The man reached into the glove compartment in front of you, his arm hair brushing against your thigh as he grabbed a box of cigars.

"You're a smart kid." He mumbled as he stuffed a cigar between his lips. He lit the end and took a drag;

"And you're running away from home," He offered you a cigar.

"Uh-no, I'm just on a solo adventure." You took a cigar from the box.

He lit the end with a swipe of his thumb and you inhaled; a dry scratchy feeling in your throat made you erupt in a coughing fit, trying to catch your breath.

The man found this amusing, his eyes crinkled as he grinned.

"If you don't smoke, kid, don't start now." He pulled the cigar from your lips and placed it in his mouth, where it joined the one he was already smoking. Now, two cigars jutted out from the side of his mouth.

"Jesus, you don't need to out-smoke me, I think you already did that." You crossed your arms with a huff.

"You're too innocent for smokes anyway...Also too innocent to wear whatever you have on now. It ain't covering much." He practically scolded, tightening his grip on the wheel.

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

"If it bothers you so much, stop checking me out, then." You rolled your eyes.

"Don't need to when it's all in your face. Can see your whole stomach and half of your ass is hanging out." He flung one of the cigars outside. 

"Perv." You looked out your window.

The man swallowed hard and stayed quiet, driving behind the other vehicles.

You picked up on his silence.

"Oh, you didn't like that did you?" You continued. 

He ignored you as you re-drew your attention to him, he stayed focused on the road in front of him.

You grinned.

This was amusing, you had a man about 20 years older than you all flustered because you caught him checking you out. You were probably his fantasy; young college girl age, petite, adventurous, non-commital. Compared to uptight, old fuller marital women of his age. 

The truth was, you've always liked older men but never attempted to be with one outside of your fantasies.

It was common for younger women to be coupled with older men, but the men from your town were distasteful, not like this man who was sitting next to you. 

You turned around in your seat and laid down to where your head was on his lap, and your feet were sitting on the passenger side door.

"What're you doin' kid?" He grumbled looking down at your face from the wheel.

"You want me to suck your dick don't you?" You met his eyes.

He scoffed and turned his attention to the road again.

"How old are ya'?" He took a drag.

"Pfft, I'm old enough." You replied.

He hummed in acknowledgement.

"Guess how old?" You added. 

"Early-twenties." He blew smoke out the window, cherry wood.

He guessed correctly. A devious smile curled at your lips.

"You sure know your young women pretty well, sir." You chuckled at your own joke.

The man took the hand that held the cigar and cupped your face roughly pressing his thumb on your lips, shutting you up. His cigar burned centimetres away from your face, a faint heat could be felt from the lit tip and the smoke drifted in your nostrils, the smell was intoxicating.

"Don't say things like that." He grumbled. You bit his calloused thumb seductively, giving it a soft suck which earned a raspy "fuck" from the man. 

"What's your name anyway?" He removed his thumb from your mouth placing the hand on the steering wheel. He squirmed slightly in the seat, readjusting his hips, and your head moved with him. He was getting harder by the minute.

"It's Y/N. You?" 

"Y/N?" He tasted your name on his lips. "-Logan." He growled, in a husky voice.

Your hands drifted down to your shorts, and you unbuttoned them. His eyes darted to your hands, and you felt his chest expand against your head as he took a deep breath.

You pulled them under your hips and let them bunch at your ankles. You spread your knees apart, exposing your clothed goods. You were wearing a light blue thong.

"You want to feel?" You lightly stroked your legs, prompting him to go the same.

Logan took one last drag of his cigar and threw it out the window, like the first one; his right hand was now free.

Instead of taking up your offer, he just returned his hand to the wheel, ignoring you.

"Fine then," You whined.

You pulled the fabric to the side, revealing your now wet folds.

You began to play with yourself, slowly. Rubbing supple, soft circles on your clit. Quiet moans escaped your lips as you built a rhythm. You knew where it felt good, you weren't new to touching yourself.

You turned your head to the side, facing Logan's shirt, you inhaled his scent and let out another moan.

Logan let out a low grumble from his chest and lowered his hand onto yours.

He guided your hand to insert your fingers inside of you. You let out a surprised whimper as he worked your hand to fuck yourself.

"Mh- I want- ah- your fingers, not mine- ah-" You managed between thrusts.

He removed your hand from your core and lifted it to his face, he inhaled deeply before mumbling another fuck.

"Taste yourself." He commanded as he brought your fingers to your mouth.

You complied, inserting your index and middle finger as deep in your mouth as possible, looking up at him while doing so. He watched you while biting his lip.

His hand snaked under your crop top, lifting it, exposing your breasts.

"Fuck sake," He breathed out after seeing what was underneath.

"Can't do this here." He jerked the wheel aggressively to the side, pushing you further into him.

He had pulled the car into an off-road wooded clearing a few miles away from the city; of course, it didn't take long for him to get there, he had gunned it the whole way; after all, he had more pressing matters to take care of.

You.

The both of you had made your way into the back seat of the car, your knees hung over his bulky shoulders, his face buried deep between your legs.

You were completely naked and he was fully dressed aside from the flannel that was discarded moments ago.

You gripped fist fulls of his hair as he lapped at your sensitive spot. Logan loved eating you out, your taste was sweet and your smell was intoxicating. Your wetness dripped off his chin as he sucked on your clit, sending you to another dimension entirely. He was skilled with his tongue, he knew how to keep a steady rhythm and when to switch it up. He groaned against you, savouring every second he had with you.

Logan had never been with such a pretty young thing like you before, he couldn't get enough.

He pressed his thick calloused index finger at your entrance while still using his tongue. Slowly, he pumped it deeper and deeper inside you, eventually reaching his knuckle. You moaned into your hand, trying to muffle the noise you were making. The two points of stimulation were too much.

You were already approaching your orgasm; Your hips bucked against his jaw and hand as you escalated gradually to meet that sweet release.

"Logan ah- I'm gonna cum" You exclaimed tightening your grip on his hair. This was the motivation for him to go even harder. He caught his breath against you between his thrusts. Pushing back against your clenching thighs and dove deeper, licking long fat strokes on your swollen clit. His coarse facial hair rubs against your skin, causing a slight burning sensation. Your knees shook as he picked his pace and enveloped your sensitive bud between his lips, sucking hungrily and giving it a slight bite.

Logan groaned as he heard your moan of surprise, you didn't know you like that. But he did.

You felt the pressure begin to pool out as your head tilted back with a loud moan:

Your fingertips and toes began to tingle.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Your back arched instinctively.

Logan sent you over the edge, you fell in shambles of moans and whimpers as he slowly helped you ride out your orgasm.

"That's it sweetheart, good girl." He murmured with his mouth full of you as you caught your breath.

He slowly lapped you clean until you began to feel sensitive. Logan pulled back and looked at you hungrily as he licked your cum off his lips.

"You really like doing that don't you?" You asked breathless.

He snuck his hand down to your slick and now swollen pussy, using his fingers to spread you open. He observes it in awe as if he hadn't spent the last few minutes with his face right up there.

"It's... pretty...n' soft." He mumbled under his breath. Logan ducks down and places a long kiss right on the sensitive area, breathing you in once more.

You flushed a bright pink, embarrassed. You had never had a guy ravish you like this.

"Your turn, let's switch," You said propping yourself up on your elbows.

Logan chuckled."Nah, kid, we gotta hit the road." He tugged on his pants to relieve the pressure of his hard-on against the denim.

"But you-" You start but Logan cuts you off by pulling you in for a hungry kiss. His hand tangled in your hair as he pressed you to him, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting. You moan in his mouth again and he pulls away with a smirk.

"Later," He grits, pocketing your panties. "Get dressed," He spanks your ass and gets out the back seat.

"Yes sir," You excitedly find your clothes.

i feel like logan loves to eat out, oops :)

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[octuscle]

System abort

William sat in his new Tesla in a good mood. He had just eaten a delicious lunch and was now rolling along the country road with a freshly charged battery. The display of his navigation system showed a dead straight line on a green background. And that's what reality looked like. A dead straight road in the middle of endless cornfields. William let his sound system play Rhapsody in Blue, activated the assistance system and enjoyed the drive.

An emergency stop snapped him out of his thoughts. The car had come to a standstill. All the displays were dead. Black. Nothing. His cell phone: no reception at all. William played with all the available buttons: nothing, the car didn't move. William got out of the car. It wasn't a particularly warm day, so he had put on his jacket. He tried to get a network for an emergency call. Nothing. And the car door wouldn't open either.

The picture had to be absurd. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. A shiny, brand-new car. A man in an expensive suit with polished English shoes. And nothing else. William cursed. First inwardly, then quietly, then louder. It felt like he had been standing next to the car for an hour now. And lightning flickered in the distance. Standing next to his useless car in the rain now would really be the height of bad luck. The thunder was getting louder. But luckily for William, it wasn't a thunderstorm. It was a tractor. A huge tractor was approaching. William waved excitedly. And the tractor came to a halt beside him. “Trouble, son?” the driver asked. A man, about William's age, maybe a year or two younger, definitely not younger than 50. His short-cropped hair was gray, his skin weather-beaten. And his muscles were obviously the product of hard work. Even if they were about the same age, the difference between the men couldn't have been greater. William explained in detail what had happened. The man on the tractor didn't seem to be listening at all and looked off into the distance towards the approaching thunderstorm. “I'll take you to the gas station for twenty.” William sighed. Better than nothing. He pulled out his wallet, which was fortunately in his jacket pocket. 30 dollars. That was all he had. He thanked him, climbed into the tractor, handed the man twenty dollars and sat down. “Thanks. I'm Cletus.” William was about to say that it was a nice name, coming from the Greek name Anakletos, but he thought it might be better to keep quiet. They drove in silence for half an hour. The roar of the engine and the thunder of the storm were the only sounds. And then the gas station finally appeared. Cletus stopped and said curtly, “Good luck!”. William got out of the car and thanked him. The gas station was in the dark. The storm was almost upon him. Probably a power cut. The door to the salesroom was actually open. William was hungry. There was a young man behind the cash register. White trash, William thought to himself. “No power, I can't fill up,” said the young man. William explained his problem. The man looked at him and said “I can tow your car for 50. Then I'll have a look at the engine.” William sighed and pulled out his black American Express. “Cash only!”

William was standing in a run-down gas station in the middle of nowhere. He had ten dollars left, a bunch of useless credit cards and his cell phone battery was dead. No charging cable in sight. Not an ATM within a 20-mile radius. And a growling stomach. The young man said that loitering at the gas station was forbidden. William became angry. He said that he needed help. If he could use the phone. The lad said, “Sure, a dollar a minute. Cash only.” Unfortunately, the phone was dead because of the thunderstorm. An elderly lady came into the store out of the pouring rain. “Chuck, didn't you tell the man that loitering is forbidden here?” William got scared. He openly asked for help. The woman looked him up and down. Could he help her with the dishes? Two dollars an hour. And a bed for the night. And she would also buy his shoes from him. For ten dollars. And a pair of decent boots to replace them. William sighed again. The Alden loafers had cost 750 dollars. But that didn't really matter now. He was a dishwasher in the Midwest. How low could he go?

In fact, he had imagined everything to be worse. The woman had introduced herself as Hillary, had shown him a small but clean room where he could hang up his shirt and jacket. Hillary had given him his boots, a hairnet and an apron. And then he had washed dishes in the little diner next to the gas station. It was incredibly humid. But somehow the work was fun. It was so different from investing in some startup. It was honest work. The only problem was that his pants and undershirt were soaking wet at some point. Hillary had brought him an undershirt and a pair of jeans. He stood there in the night air after work. The storm was over. He had bought a cold can of beer and cigarettes at the gas station. Tomorrow he would get his car, Chuck would get it going and the spook would be over.

It was still dark outside when the horn of a truck woke him from his sleep. Suddenly Hillary was standing in his room asking where he was. The first breakfast guests had arrived. William groaned. He would have liked to take a shower and have breakfast himself. But a few minutes later he was behind the stove, producing mountains of eggs and bacon. Truckers were hungry. And some of them came for him. Willy himself didn't eat bacon. But he made himself a big scrambled egg with chicken breast. He ate plenty of protein. He needed strength for the work here. And stamina. Sweat dripped from his forehead and armpits. The store was full. Full of big fellows with lots of hunger. He didn't know most of the truckers. But he recognized Cletus. The two greeted each other like old friends. And Cletus said that he could use some help on the farm tomorrow. Did Willy want to earn a few extra dollars? Of course, Willy wanted to be far away tomorrow. But he said yes. You never knew.

It was early afternoon. The lunch business was finished. The kitchen was clean, the tables wiped clean. Willy was full and had provisionally washed himself with a washcloth in the toilet. Even though he looked silly, he had put on his suit and was waiting for Chuck and his car to arrive. The two of them arrived. Chuck had made a few good scratches while towing the car. And he couldn't help either. “It's broken,” he said. William asked what he should do now. Chuck said there was a garage in town. They could pick up the car tomorrow. It would cost 100 dollars to pick it up. Only Chash. Willy wondered how much money he could make from Cletus. Hillary offered to buy the suit from him in exchange for a pair of dungarees and a couple of T-shirts for five dollars. If he got a trucker cap with it, Willy said. Hillary agreed.

When Willy brushed his teeth at the wash basin behind the gas station before going to bed, he looked at himself in the dirty broken mirror. No one would recognize him at home like this. Thank God. Although he actually felt fit. He was fine. With the tips and what he had received for his things, he had 105 dollars in his pocket. And a tin of chewing tobacco. Hillary must have forgotten it in there. It would be all right. But now he had to go to bed. Cletus had told Chuck that he would pick Willy up tomorrow at 5:30 a.m.

It wasn't even dawn when Willy stood under the cold shower. Not so much to get clean. More to wake up. When he sat in the back of Cletu's truck half an hour later, he also realized that he didn't need to take a shower. Most of the other day laborers and farmhands who were jolted along with him on the dirt road to Cletus' farm smelled of sweat, tequila and tobacco. Most were in their early-mid 30s like him, but very few spoke his language. Most of them spoke Spanish. Willy didn't. When the truck came to a halt, it was dawn. A breathtaking red stretched across the eastern horizon. Two foremen were instructing the day laborers in Spanish. Willy looked around questioningly. Then he heard someone shouting. “Wyatt, son! Over here!” Willy turned around and spotted Cletus. He was glad to see someone he knew and whose language he spoke. He spit his chewing tobacco on the ground and walked towards Cletus, who shook his hand happily. “Nice to have a real man here for once and not a wetback!” he said and led Willy into the pigsty. Cletus talked about feeding systems and problems with infrared lamps in the piglets. Willy didn't understand a word. But he could tell the difference between a pigsty that needed order and cleanliness and one that was clean and tidy. So he put on his rubber fishing pants, grabbed the hose and got to work.

Apart from a lunch break, taking a shit and fucking a hot Latino once, Willy worked hard. He felt at home in this pigsty. He couldn't say why. At some point, Cletus shouted into the noise of the repaired feeding system that the truck with the day laborers had left. And that Wyatt should call it a day. There'd be a beer on the veranda in a minute. Willy still didn't understand why Cletus always called him “Wyatt”. But it was good to get out of his rubber pants. Willy stood naked in the yard in front of the stable and rinsed the mud off his body with the hose. Even though he couldn't see anyone, he knew he was definitely being watched. And why not? Tough fellows like him were eye-catching.

Wyatt was always the first one awake in the foreman's shack on Cletus Farm. An hour of running, pull-ups, push-ups. You didn't get a body like his from sitting in front of the TV. Cletus appreciated that, and the fact that Wyatt usually wore nothing more than a pair of nylon shorts. Too short to permanently and completely hide his magnificent cock. His muscles and his cock had certainly contributed to the career Wyatt had made on the farm. But his diligence, his expertise and his legendary skill as a pig whisperer had also played a big part. He was responsible for the conversion of the pig farm to sustainable agriculture. And he was happy to get up to his shoulders in mud and pig shit when it came to helping a pregnant sow.

“Dude, I'm definitely not going for a test drive like that,” Wyatt shouted with a laugh to Chuck as he drove his repaired Mustang into the yard. It felt like an eternity ago that Wyatt had broken down with the car. But now his little darling was better than new again, he could rely on Chuck. And that he would suck his cock like a devil when Wyatt drove Chuck back to the gas station. That and the prospect of a hearty dinner at Hillary's were prospects enough for a good night out. Wyatt loved his life here in the country!

Inspiration by @rowdy317, pic by @ki-kink

[another-lost-mc]

You don't realize what you have until it's gone.

Too Late Now | Lucifer x gn!Reader

Content Warnings: Major character death (Reader), Angst with No Happy Ending. Unrequited love, memory flashbacks and a dream sequence, brief mentions of blood/fatal injuries (cause unspecified).

Word Count: 2.7k words

Lucifer will never forget your last night in the Devildom. He knew long before that moment that you wanted a pact with him. You reminded him often with your not-so-subtle comments about how it felt like something was missing, that you wished the two of you could be even closer.

Unlike Solomon, Lucifer considered your request seriously, debating giving part of himself to you the way his brothers had. But he was proud, and he wanted to make absolutely sure you were worthy of having a pact with him. He resisted you to the very end, even though your persistence was charming, at times.

Lucifer was sitting at the dining room table reading the morning’s paper when you shuffled in, still wearing your sleep clothes like you just crawled out of bed.

When you realized he was there, you yawned and stretched your arms up high above your head. The cropped shirt you wore rode up your belly and he could see some of his brothers’ pact marks etched into your skin. He averted his gaze before he was tempted to stare.

“Good morning, Lucifer!” you said cheerfully, trailing off into another quiet yawn.

You pat your stomach and rested your hand over Beel’s pact mark. “I was just thinking that I have room for another pact mark somewhere, maaaaybe right-” you paused, patting the space above your heart, “here. What do you think? Know any demons interested in making a pact with a ‘lil human like me?”

He scoffed and flicked his wrist, turning the page and barely sparing you another glance. “I’m sure you can find several willing demons if you parade yourself down the street like that,” he suggested dryly.

“Aww, Luci, you’re no fun.” You pouted your lips and he refused to smile, no matter how cute you looked.

Realizing your attempt to seduce him - badly - into a pact had failed, you gave up the ruse and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll make us some coffee!”

You faced each other that last night in his private study, the cursed TSL album played softly in the background while the fireplace crackled next to you. Both of you were bathed in shadow and flame. He finally gave into temptation to bind you to him and he made you his, his mark etched into your skin forever, but you still looked dissatisfied. 

Lucifer realized there were emotions swirling in your gaze that you always tried to hide from him - hope, longing, desire. He knew what else you wanted from him, but he couldn’t bring himself to close the rift between you. It was his last line of defense, the only thing keeping him from becoming yours completely. You were going home, and whatever relationship you wanted with him was about to come to an end. He thought it would be easier this way.

“Lucifer, I–” you started to say, but he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to him. Whatever you tried to say next was muffled against his chest. He looked down at you and pretended the tears pooling in your eyes didn’t hurt him.

“Don’t,” he warned you quietly. “You have your own life to live, and I promise you that your friendship is more than enough.” He held you like that while you cried quietly against his chest. When he finally convinced you to go to your room to sleep, he stayed up drinking in front of the fireplace and wondered if he made the right choice.

The next morning, it was like nothing happened. You still greeted him in that sickeningly sweet and cheerful voice of yours, and his brothers hovered around you for your attention while they said their goodbyes.

When you promised Lucifer you’d see him again soon, eyes fiery with determination, he believed you would find a way to make it happen. He wondered if things might turn out differently the next time you meet; he wasn’t sure he had the power to resist you a second time.

During the first two weeks after your return to the human world, Lucifer tells himself it’s not bitter regret that swirls uncomfortably at the pit of his stomach and makes his heart ache. His brothers aren’t handling your departure very well, and he refuses to let himself be made a fool by his emotions. He has to be strong and set an example for the rest of them. He can’t let one mere human ruin him. He’s determined to carry on as normal, as though you were never there to begin with.

He will not visit your old room until your scent fades away.

He will not trace the outline of his pact mark with you and wonder if you can feel his fingertips on your skin when he does it.

He will not miss you.

Lucifer doesn’t dream often. Sometimes he does, and he dreams of white feathers burning around him while he falls into a dark abyss. Other times, he dreams of random memories of his brothers, or his long lost sister. In the three months since he last saw you, he’s dreamt of you, too.

But the dream he has tonight is different from the others. You’re both trapped in a grey void. He wants to go to you, but Lucifer can’t move no matter how hard he tries. You’re so close, just out of his reach. There’s something unsettling about your expression - your small, bittersweet smile lacks the mischievous humor he’s so fond of. Your eyes are serious and sad; he thinks you look defeated. 

“I’m sorry,” you say weakly, like you’re talking to him from the opposite end of a tunnel even though he’s only a few feet away from you. The words echo in the empty space around him even though you’ve grown silent.

He doesn’t understand what’s going on, and he wants to ask you what you mean, but he’s unable to speak. You flicker before his eyes, fading in and out of focus like a projection. It’s eerie at first, and he realizes he’s looking at different versions of you because you keep changing.

In one moment, you look like you did the last time he saw you. Then suddenly, your image becomes distorted. All he sees is that one of your eyes is swollen shut and blood drips down the side of your face, a gnarly gash split across your temple. Your teeth are bloody when you open your mouth to speak again, but there’s a roar building in his ears, and suddenly you’re gone and he can’t see you anymore–

Lucifer wakes up with a gasp. There’s searing pain behind his eyes and he groans while he holds his face in his hands. He’s trembling, and he feels cold and empty, and he wants to forget the haunting image of your broken face. Eventually the sleepy fog lifts from his mind, and he realizes someone is pounding on his bedroom door. His brothers shout his name outside his room, and he thinks he can hear someone crying.

It’s only then that he glances down at his bare chest and realizes that his pact mark with you is gone.

Lucifer was working on his third stack of documents to review and sign when there’s a quiet knock on his door. He glanced at the clock - 9:48pm. He thought he told his brothers he was busy this evening and he didn’t want to be disturbed.

He was prepared to string up whoever had the nerve to interrupt him, but he froze when he pulled the door open and found you instead. Your hand was raised like you were just about to knock again, and you dropped it hastily and grinned at him.

“Hi Luci,” you said in that cutesy sing-song voice of yours, “I brought you something.”

He realized that you were holding a large bowl out to him. He sniffed the air and couldn’t contain his surprise. “Shadow hog stew?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Beel said it was your favourite. I made it earlier, but you never showed up for dinner. Your phone must be broken, by the way. I only tried calling and texting you like, a million times to tell you to come eat with us.”

Lucifer put his phone on do-not-disturb for a reason: you and your incessant nagging.

“I’m busy,” he said irritably, and he glared when you just smiled and shoved the bowl at him anyway.

“Well, you’re pretty clever. I’m sure you can figure out a way to eat a bit of food while you finish your work.” You headed back towards the stairs leading to the main floor. “There’s more in the kitchen if you want some!” You called to him over your shoulder, waving him goodnight before you disappeared from view.

Lucifer sat at his desk and stared at the bowl before he picked up the spoon. He decided that wasting something as decadent as shadow hog stew might not be proper form, and he tried a hesitant mouthful. And then another. And another after that.

He waited until he was sure you were in your room and fast asleep before taking the empty bowl to the kitchen for seconds.

The familiar scent of shadow hog stew catches Lucifer’s attention and he leaves his office to visit the kitchen. It’s a rich, hearty dish that was normally reserved for special occasions. He is very picky with how it’s prepared, and most of his brother’s don’t have the patience to make it properly. He hasn’t had it since you–well, he hasn’t had it in a long time.

“What’s the meaning of this?” he asks Satan, who is stirring the large pot of stew on the stove.

“I - I mean, we - thought you might like to try having something different tonight,” Satan says carefully, glancing at his older brother from the corner of his eye. “There’s some concern that you’re not eating enough.”

Lucifer opens his mouth to argue, because he is not some child that needs to be coddled, but he looks closer at the open recipe book on the counter. There are notes scribbled in the page margins where ingredients and measurements are crossed out and re-written. There’s also a pink sticky note on the side of the page, and he can still make out the familiar writing:

☆ one of Luci’s favs! ☆

It feels like there’s a heavy stone in his stomach, and Lucifer turns around and storms away from the kitchen before the feeling makes him nauseous.

“Where are you going? This is almost ready!” Satan calls to him.

“I’m not hungry,” Lucifer snarls, heading to his study and slamming the door behind him.

Lucifer startled when you dangled a paper bag in front of his face. “Can’t you see that I’m working?”

You sat in the chair across from him at his desk. “Yes, yes. All that important paperwork, I know. But I think it’s time to take a break, don’t you?”

He took the bag you offered him and pulled out the black…whatever the item is supposed to be. He held it up with his fingers. “Am I supposed to know what this is?”

You clapped your hands excitedly. “It’s a bath bomb!”

Lucifer gave you a deadpan stare. “It’s a what?”

“A baaaath boooomb,” you exaggerated the pronunciation slowly for his benefit. “It’s like fancy bubbles. You drop it into the water and it makes baths 500% more fun. You should try it.”

Lucifer sniffed at the black, strangely shaped item in his hand. “It smells like roses.”

You nodded. “Yep, and citrus, too. You’ll smell amazing afterwards, don’t you think?”

He glanced at it warily. “It has glitter in it. And this dark colour can’t be good for the porcelain tub. Don’t you think this will stain it? Who do you expect to clean up after this?”

You waved away his concerns with a grin. “Okay, so maybe glitter’s not your jam, and the cleanup might be a pain, but I promise it’s worth trying. I’ll even help you scrub the mess after.”

He put the bath product back into its paper bag and tossed it to you. You weren’t expecting it, and you just managed to catch it before it fell to the ground and shattered into a thousand pieces. “I’m not interested in childish nonsense. Give it to Asmo instead.”

You stood up from your chair with a resigned sigh. “Fine, you win this round. But for what it’s worth, I do think you’re working too much these days. You should take a break. A bit of relaxation won’t kill you.”

Lucifer knocks on Asmo’s door. When his brother answers, Lucifer pushes a basket into his hands. “These were in the bathroom. I assume you can find some use for them, since no one else will.”

Asmo opens the basket and smiles at the small collection of colourful bath bombs you purchased during your stay in the Devildom. “I forgot they bought these. Did you know that they gave Solomon money to buy them in the human world? You can’t even buy these on Akuzon.”

Lucifer can’t imagine why you’d go to that much trouble for something so trivial. “I didn’t know they liked baths enough to spend their hard-earned money on such ridiculous frivolities.”

Asmo glanced at his brother and hesitated before speaking. “Well, they didn’t like baths. They bought these for…someone else to use.” Asmo reached into the basket and picked up a black rose-shaped bath bomb and held it out to his brother. “I think you should keep this one.”

There was something knowing in Asmo’s gaze, and something inside him cracked. He shook his head and walked away before he said - or did - something stupid.

Lucifer’s still not sure how he ended up outside your old bedroom door. He felt numb and he wasn’t paying attention to where his feet were taking him. When you left the Devildom, he resisted the temptation to visit your old room. Since your death, he pretended the room didn’t exist.

The door hinges are creaky from lack of use, and he opens the door just enough so he can slip inside before closing it behind him. Judging by the dust in the air, he doesn’t think his brothers have visited your room since your passing either. The room has grown cold and desolate in your absence. He has the urge to board it up and lock it away so that no one else can ever use it.

Lucifer’s not sure what he expects to find when he examines your empty shelves and starts opening random drawers in your vanity. Maybe you left something behind, something he can keep to remember you by; it’ll remind him years from now that you’re the reason why the hole in his heart exists.

There’s a blue sticky note inside one of the drawers. He nearly glances over it, except he notices that the writing is still legible, not yet faded by time. He assumes it’s an old reminder to yourself about homework you had to do, or maybe a shopping list on a night when it was your turn to cook.

He wonders what kind of note you would write today if you could see him now. You were always leaving notes all over the house for him and his brothers to find. He used to hate the ones you left in his office that reminded him to take breaks and to drink something other than coffee. 

He misses those notes now. He misses you.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, and the note shakes in his hands when he summons the courage to read it:

Are you rummaging through my old room because you miss me? I’ll be thinking about you from the human world. Love you! ♡

Something inside him finally breaks. He can’t stop himself when he finally confesses his feelings for you in a hushed whisper, heard by no one else except the memory of you that haunts him.

Read more: Lucifer Masterlist | Obey Me Masterlist

[tiredfox64]

Love your writing for bi-han- but I want to see how you write Kung Lao a little more. I have a personal headcanon that Kung Lao loved bunnies..so I was thinking- what if hybrid bunny reader one day shows up at the academy and Kung Lao becomes smitten. Like full blown- protective- I’ve laid my claim to this one- no one touch her she’s mine and reader is just like “huh-“

Hop to it

Yip notes: Headcanon? I thought it was canon! Also sorry if this is weird but the way you worded your first sentence reminded me of what my professors would say to me when it came to my writing and idk it’s funny to me.

Pairing: Kung Lao x Hybrid Bunny! Afab reader

Warnings‼️: No thumping

Have you seen? Have you heard? The bunny girl in the Wu Shi Academy is hopping to and fro. Of course, you know who that bunny girl is. She is you!

You were just a girl looking for a safe place where no one would harm you and you could obtain food. That’s when Liu Kang found you. He found you munching on berries you picked from bushes that were near the Wu Shi Academy. You were worried that you were in trouble but Liu Kang was very kind to you. He informed you that you could stay with the Wu Shi for as long as you wanted and have as many berries as you desired. You were very grateful for his acceptance. He did tell you to not worry too much about the monks and warriors around. They won’t bother you at all. Well, he thought they wouldn’t.

He should have known better and realized Kung Lao would be excited to see you.

The first time he ever saw you was a magical moment for him. He was resting by the shade, watching everyone else train. He was near the blackberry bushes and decided why the heck not. He can go for a couple of berries. But when he went to get a handful he saw another hand grab them. He jumped back and yelped a little. That’s when your long bunny ears popped up from behind the bushes. You started to stand up and Kung Lao got a look at you.

He saw how your ears matched your hair color perfectly. You had a cotton tail that was puffy. Below your knees were actual bunny paws. Toe beans and fur! He was shocked. He’s never seen a creature like you. You stared at him while munching on the blackberries quickly, the purple juice staining your lips. Since he wasn’t speaking, you decided to hop away. You moved like a bullet with your bunny legs.

He stood there gawking like an idiot. It was only when Johnny began to speak that he became aware of his surroundings again.

“Finally met the bunny girl, huh? She’s a cutie.”

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If only Kung Lao was that enthusiastic about gardening when he and Raiden were back in Fengjian. He’s working those monks to the bone. Since when did Kung Lao like oregano and celery?

It’s not for him. It’s all for you. The moment the garden seemed to be flourishing he grabbed the biggest vegetables and the ripest fruits and gave them to you like they were a bouquet of flowers. You were ecstatic and thanked him a bunch, even hugging him which captured his heart even more.

To everyone else, this crush that Kung Lao had on you was a surprise. It happened so fast. Raiden understood immediately. Kung Lao always had a love for bunnies. While all the other gardeners and harvesters hated bunnies since they would mess up the crops, Kung Lao was the exception. He would make sure none of the bunnies got hurt and would help bring them somewhere safe. He would never keep any of them since he knew he couldn’t stay with them the whole time. Might as well let them stay free.

But you! You’re around all the time. That means he can have you and love you, and cuddle you, and pet you, and…and…AND! Relax, Kung Lao! You’re gonna hurt your precious brain.

Oh, he couldn’t help himself. He did everything to get close to you and have you trust him. It worked. Soon enough he was next to you all the time, petting your ears and feeling how soft your fur was. His eyes would shine with adoration at every little thing you did. He found the way you eat to be adorable. Whenever you shake your cotton tail his cheeks would warm up from how cute it was. When your ears would flop around he wanted to play with them.

Yes, you’ve sure captured his attention and his heart. Now that he has you in his life he never wants to let you go. You’re just too precious and he would do anything for you. He would even protect you. He’s already been protecting you.

Let’s be honest, Johnny is a flirt. After his ex-wife left him and he hadn’t seen a female in months his eyes were on you. Yeah, he knew Kung Lao was smitten with you. But does that stop a man who thinks with his second head? Didn’t think so. That man had plans and Kung Lao was not happy with what Johnny was thinking.

“I bet she would look good in a Playboy bunny outfit. No ears needed.” He joked with Kung Lao.

All Johnny got in return was a death glare. He was not pleased with that perverted comment. He would have smacked the fuck out of him if it weren’t for Liu Kang being around. You don’t deserve comments like that, especially behind your back. That’s why Kung Lao does his best to respect you, love you, and treat you right. He’ll protect you from Johnny’s perverted ways. He’s a better man than him anyway.

It does explain why he was being more touchy with you.

Whenever you two would pass the others, Kung Lao would wrap his arm around your shoulders before carrying on. Or he would ask you for a hug which you never deny him of. You like being squeezed by his muscular arms. And of course, he would mess with your ears. He would push them back, flop them up and down, or try to make the fur on them point straight up.

For some reason you were not getting the hint that he liked you. The abundance of vegetables and his touches didn’t set off any alarms in your mind. You silly bunny! He had to say it outright for you to get the idea.

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Kung Lao was really getting agitated with Johnny at this point. He wouldn’t shut up about how he could easily win you over even though he has done nothing for you. He’s never given you a compliment on how high you could jump or even found the sweet spot behind your left ear. Only Kung Lao has been treating you right. If you were to fall in love with anyone it would be him.

Something snapped inside of him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re a bigger fool than I imagined, Johnny. You clearly don’t know how to take care of a lady, let alone a bunny lady.”

You’re right, Kung Lao. But you didn’t have to say it out loud. My goodness.

“I’m the only one around here who has made an effort to claim her heart and protect her. I would never let you touch her even with a ten-foot pole. She’s mine, Johnny, get over yourself.”

“Huh?”

Your voice rang out behind him. When he looked at everyone’s faces which confirmed that you were behind him. Even Kenshi had an awkward face, and he usually had a grumpy expression. Kung Lao slowly turned around and saw you looking at him with a curious expression. Your head was tilted to the side and your ears were pointed straight up. Well, this is a little awkward.

“Well since you are so sure about her falling for you why don’t you ask her right now.” Johnny was getting sassy.

Immediately Kung Lao grabbed onto his razor-rimmed hat and was about to chuck it at Johnny but everyone was yelling at him to relax. Even you told him not to do it since there was no point in getting himself in trouble.

“There is no need to kill him! He never had a chance anyways.” See you said it yourself; Johnny never had a chance.

Kung Lao luckily stopped and turned back towards you. He shouldn’t be shocked, he was putting in the work. He showed you kindness. He was delicate with your fur and ears. He never made an attempt to pull your tail like some people did. You watched him gather all those yummy vegetables and fruits for you the first time he decided to talk to you. You knew at that moment that you could trust him with your life.

Johnny, and everyone in general, never stood a chance. You wanted Kung Lao and he clearly wanted you. You gave him a smile before grabbing his face and placing a kiss on his cheek. His cheek warmed up immediately which you found cute.

Oh my, he’s getting shy! Looks like the prideful and skilled Kung Lao was stumped by a cute bunny girl. You sure gained yourself a cutie.  

Yap notes: I feel better at this point. Morning was rough but I think I'm okay. I just had to accept that it's not my fault that I didn't catch the signs and that I'll pick myself back up. I've drank about 2000ml of water which is impressive. But I need some salt cause I was giving myself a headache by accident. I hope nothing from this day affected my work.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ like in a french film ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: For movie night your boyfriend chooses one of those artsy films that you have to really focus on to understand only for his attention to drift off somewhere else entirely.

♡ Genre: smut

♡ Word Count: 1.4kish

♡ Warnings: personalized pet names since it's a request (mama, sweet thing, baby, daddy), unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, fingering

♡ A/N: For my dear sweet 🫧 anon. It took me a bit longer than I intended because life was doing its thing but I have delivered unto you the Hyunjin filth. Enjoy my love.

The old saying goes “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That might be so but Hyunjin will never find out. Your absence is something he had to experience before you moved in together. But now? He can’t imagine what it’d be like not to have you with him. He doesn’t want to. Especially not in this moment lying in bed with you, his arm around your waist and his face buried in your hair.

He should be watching the movie considering he’s the one who chose it. Some artsy French film from the 80’s. Indie. Shot in black and white. Minimal dialogue. The main character in it, he whispers in your ear making you giggle as his breath skims your neck, reminds him of you. A shy girl blissfully unaware of her beauty, utterly oblivious to her ability to make something as mundane as a deep breath seem sensual. 

Warmth comes to your cheeks like the morning sun on overnight snow. Melting little by little the closer he brings your body to his. On the screen the dark haired girl tosses a cigarette into the street, running hand in hand with her lover to make it to their train. On the bed Hyunjin runs his fingers along your naked thigh, grazing the trim of your panties as they traverse your perfectly curved hips before charting a reverse course back between your thighs.

You shiver, his touch tickling enough to make you squeak, “Cut it out. We have a movie to watch, remember? Pay attention.” Hyunjin props himself up on his elbow and you immediately feel his eyes on you. You stare straight ahead, pretending to pay him no mind, but your body only shifts closer to his, your back arching as your ass brushes his length through his sweatpants. Hyunjin inhales sharply, his hand reaching back to rub the softness of your ass.

“I am paying attention” he scoffs, doing his best impression of someone who actually cares what’s happening in the film. It’s not even close to convincing but can you blame him? You’re so pretty bare faced with your hair out in a dangerously cropped shirt and panties that showcase your ass so gloriously he’s had to mentally talk himself down from getting hard for the past hour. The dark haired girl’s on a crowded train now, squeezed in the back between her lover and a beauty advertisement clung to the ridged metal walls.

Everyone around them is in their own world and they, no different than the others, are in theirs too. She gives her lover a knowing look, her fingers wrapping around a pole as she parts her legs to welcome his fingers. He kisses her on the cheek, whispering something to her that you don’t understand. You missed the subtitles. But you don’t need them to know what’s happening. In seconds the man’s fingers are pushing her panties to the side, sinking into her core. She chokes down a moan, squeezing her thighs together as she bites down on her lip. 

It’s exciting, the idea of doing something like that. The thought of a man, your man, longing to feel you around his fingers. Willing to risk being caught to do it. And the thought of wanting him inside of you enough that the risk is worth it. You catch yourself rubbing your thighs together at the scene and hope that Hyunjin doesn’t notice the effect it’s having on you. He laughs to himself and you roll your eyes, bracing for a joke of some kind but when he opens his mouth he’s as serious as you’ve ever heard him.

“Would you ever do it?” he asks. Thrown off by the directness of his question, you stumble over your words, “Well, I, um, I, I mean…would you?” Hyunjin shrugs, gently kneading your ass, “I don’t know, baby. You tell me.” His cock twitches against you, too hard and too thick to ignore. His fingers dance across your hip, trailing down your thigh to feel the wet spot forming in your panties. You gasp as he applies pressure to your clit, rotating it in tiny circles that make your clit beat in time with your racing heart. 

Tilting you onto your back, he sits up to get a better look at you. “Tell me,” he repeats, a waterfall of hair cascading down his face, “Do you think I’d ever do it?” Hyunjin uses his thumb to pin your panties to the side, leaving your gorgeous pussy gleaming in the dimly lit room. “Get you someplace where everyone might see us.” His fingers glide effortlessly between the moistened lips of your pussy. “Lift your skirt up and just…” He palms you, his wrist kissing your clit while his fingers tease your entrance.

“Just put my fingers in your little cunt and fuck you until you’re creaming around them?” “Mmm, daddy” you mewl when his fingers pop into you, relieving some of the tension built up from that scene…from his words. He kisses you with the intensity of a sommelier tasting a rare wine. Every sip of your lips, your moans, priceless. Hyunjin slides his fingers out enough to watch your arousal drip from them. He stares down at your pussy fluttering around the tips of his fingers.

“Honestly, I don’t think I could do it. No, I’d get too jealous of my fingers. That they got to feel you around them and I didn’t.” His fingers slam back into you and your legs are spread wide, knees bent, hands gripping his hair as he feverishly plants kisses down your chest. Your shirt’s risen enough that the stiffened buds of your breasts are easily captured between his lips. He drags his tongue over it, a gallon of gasoline poured onto the fire spreading through your body.

“I would want you so badly, mama” he mumbles between mouthfuls of your pillowy breasts, “Just like I do now. Want you badly enough to bend you over and take you in front of everyone. Mmm. Show them that you’re mine.” The film has long ago moved on to the next scene. The dark haired girl spins around on the dancefloor at a club. Captivated by every turn of his wrist and flick of his tongue, you’re ignorant of how closely her experience mirrors yours. The room spins for her as it spins for you.

A blur of color. Electric coursing through your veins. The force of a rollercoaster overtakes you, pinning you to the bed. She spins and you spin. You’re spun onto your knees, panties pulled down by Hyunjin’s teeth. Your cheek kisses the fuzzy pillow beneath you as he kisses down your spine. You poke your ass out, starving for his cock and when he feeds it to you, you devour it. Nails tearing into the sheets, you tremble, rocking your hips back to meet his.

“Fuck, daddy. It feels so good.” “Does it, baby? You like it when daddy claims you with his cock? Hmm?” “Love it. Love when you…ah….” The snap of him slapping your ass with both hands rings in your ears. Your walls grip his cock, daring him to do it again. He gladly accepts the challenge. Spanking you, massaging you, as he disappears into you, coming back out coated in your juices before slipping back in. Your breath stops short causing you to nearly bite down on your tongue. “I’m, mmph, gonna…” “Cum? Is my sweet thing gonna cum?”

You nod, whining at the slow, deep strokes he takes with the knowledge that you’re close. The music around the dark haired girl vibrates the walls. Hyunjin vibrates yours. The bass builds inside the club. Inside you. Louder. Faster. Drowning out the rest of the world before the drop. Your body moves in ways you can’t predict, toes curling, drool spilling from your gaping mouth onto the pillow you paid far too much for.

Hyunjin keeps a secure hold on your hips, desperate to feel you pulsate around him as you cum. As he cums Warm white pearls decorate your velveteen walls. Interior decoration at its finest. You collapse first, bringing him down with you. The dark haired girl falls to the ground, exhausted, dragging her lover down with her. Together they smile. They gasp for air. Their bodies intertwined. Your bodies intertwined. Their lips meet. Your lips meet.

And the credits, they roll but only on screen because, by the way Hyunjin’s hands navigate your body, full of curiosity even in his exhaustion, this night’s far from over. 

[wonysugar]

it’s so over for me…. ch. 12

wdym y/n’s drunk??

word count: 2.9k

warnings: alcohol, weed and sex!! :]

tags: puppy kink, spitting kink(?), sub!aeri, dom!yn, bathroom sex, it’s a college house party idk what to tell you,,

there you were, in the middle of this horrible-decision-making-young-adults infested place, clothed in what you swore you wouldn’t even consider wearing. look, there was nothing else you could’ve done, it was around 11pm at the time, every store was closed, and even if they weren’t, you had like, no money. you had to work with what you had which was apparently a bunch of fuckass warm hoodies and sweatpants.

stopping yourself from just standing somewhere just observing everyone having fun, you decided to walk around after a bit. squeezing yourself through the unending piles of people drinking and smoking just by the front door. it reeked of marijuana as soon as you entered the house, but honestly, it was a college house party, what were you expecting?

at the corner of your eye, you spotted your two surprisingly decently dressed best friends, heejin and kazuha, standing next to the very cliche, very heavily liquor-filled red cups. heejin was wearing a black crop-top that very much showed cleavage with a black short skirt, the outfit completed by thin fishnets and thick black boots. kazuha, went for a more cozy look and wore a baggy white long-sleeved shirt under a brown graphic tee. her baggy pants were black and matching with her black and white converse.

you quickly rushed to get to them, waving at them as you still squeezed through. soon enough, they noticed you as you got out of the huddle of students.

“..what are you wearing.” heejin raised an eyebrow, her eyes slightly widened at the sight of the god-awful clothing before her. you shrugged, also eyeing her up and down.

“look. you know that i had nothing to wear! actually, let’s not mind my clothing, you wanna talk about the fact that you dressed up like a gothic slut?” you teased back, earning a small, amused oohh from kazuha.

“this is a college party, y/n, not bible study. everyone here is supposed to dress up like whores.”

you both subtly looked at kazuha’s attire, her innocent face looking back at the both of you just making the whole ‘loser girl who got lost on her way to the gaming café’ vibe look even more ridiculous. it’s okay though, she looked gay and confused enough to attract girls.

-

ning and aeri were watching this very random guy who’s been doing a very random handstand for about 20 minutes whilst everybody was hyping him up.

“holy shit he’s so fucking red.. he might actually faint from this oh my god??” said aeri, wiping away her tears of laughter with her finger while still cackling hardly at the scene. she was being careful not to damage her nails in any way. i mean, she got them done three days ago, they were precious.

ning glanced away to contemplate if throwing this party was even a good idea in the first place, that’s when she saw you watching your friends down whole cups of vodka and laughing with them.

well that answers her question!

she nudged a still laughing aeri with her elbow, annoying smirk plastered on her face as she still watched you from afar. “aeri, look at this.” she said, eventually, said girl looked in the same direction, still barely getting over the dude that was circled by people while he was practically doing acrobatics, “huh, what’s up?”

“isn’t that your girlfriend? you should go talk to her.” ning suggested playfully, earning a scoff from aeri. “also what the fuck is she wearing.” she quietly added, not realizing that she said that sort of outloud.

“i’m not going over there, she’s gonna like, judge me.” said the japanese girl, now gently rubbing on her arm as her expression morphs into one of worry. aeri uchinaga displaying nervous tics? that’s new.

“aeri, you’re the most popular girl on campus, everybody wants to either be you or be with you. if y/n l/n judges you, then you can jus-“

“where the fuck is jimin? we’re already all out of booze, god damn it.” minjeong interrupted, crashing into the conversation with absolutely no care about what they were talking about beforehand, which was typical minjeong behavior, so they weren’t offended.

“i don’t fucking know? probably making out with some girl?” aeri responded, wearing a cocky smirk while ning chuckled. it was very, and i mean very probable that jimin was doing someone right now. sure, she pretended to be homophobic when it came to aeri for shits and giggles, but that girl basically fucked everything she found remotely attractive. and that, included lots of girls and boys on campus, who were also coincidentally all rich?

“oh how lovely. well, we all wonder when that’s gonna be you with y/n! you fucking bitch..” she shoves her cup onto aeri as she mumbles that last bit then glares at both of the girls before walking away. in minjeong’s language, that basically meant “okay, thanks for letting me know! love you!” so they just sent her her way with a wave that she didn’t even get to see. ning immediately then turns back to aeri.

“okay, so, like i was saying! you should just be cool, unbothered, nonchalant. you know what i mean? who cares if she rejects you, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.” she said, trying to reassure her best friend and pretending like she didn’t completely rat aeri out to y/n not even a week ago at starbucks.

aeri, in return, only gave her an even more worried look, the one that she usually had whenever she sighed deeply and went “ughhh i don’t knowww..”, but this time she just stayed quiet. she was gonna have to watch from afar, yet again.

ning eventually gave up on convincing aeri to talk to you and went to go have well-deserved fun which meant finding minjeong and grinding on her just to piss her off. aeri, on her side of the room, was leaning on the wall and just kept staring at you, dramatically drowning in her own despair as she took small sips of her drink, sighing and biting her lip.

that’s when you two made unintentional eye contact, the both of you feeling awkward and quickly looking away, the ‘wanting to sneak a glance at someone but not knowing they were already looking at you in the first place’ cliche, if you will. that’s when aeri decided she needed to grow some balls! she exhaled sharply, taking one big gulp of her vodka, then gripped the cup in her hand for security.

she was gonna talk to you tonight, whether you liked it or not.

the next time you looked at her from across the room, she was already staring you down, which caused you to look back at her, trying your hardest to look intimidating, and also somewhat hot? you ran your hand through your hair, grabbed your drink from the table next to you and took a sip, holding very intense eye contact with her. the alcohol went down your throat, spiky, and you did your best in not grimacing. you were also hoping this wouldn’t start anything violent, considering that heejin went to go dance and kazuha was probably somewhere in the house, standing in a corner playing candy crush on her phone, so you were kinda powerless in this situation.

seeing you stare at her like this, all while swallowing some strong ass alcohol as if it was a regular tuesday for you turned her on way more than she’d like to admit. it infuriated her how pretty she found you in your ridiculous, bland, stupid, cute outfit. oh she was livid. she took one or two step towards you as she was practically guzzling down her drink, as if to challenge you.

oh it was on.

-

“heyy kazu, have you seen y/n? i can’t find her, she’s not upstairs nor is she in the basement.” heejin asked, leaning on the table. she wasn’t exactly worried about where you could’ve been, just weirded out. you’d usually stay in one place for a whole event then go home after a few hours.

kazuha, looked around, slightly tipsy, but still being able to articulate proper words, “uhhhhh no? last time i saw her she was downstairs chugging down booze. knowing her, she’s probably drunk as fuck right now.”

heejin furrowed her eyebrows hearing that whole sentence, “drunk?? what do you mean y/n’s drunk, she never gets drunk???”

-

you snatched the random vodka bottle that was conveniently next to you, ignoring the wasted frat boy whining and telling you to put it back, then you take a step of your own towards her. you very aggressively take off the lid of the bottle and chug it down, which you very quickly realized was a really bad decision. since you barely drank in your day to day life, you were already sorta drunk, so making out with the bottle and drinking all of its fluid was not helping. you felt your vision go blurry.

several, and i mean several minutes of taunting each other, getting voluntarily tipsy out of your minds and getting progressively closer to each other, you ended up face to face. her hooded eyes piercing through yours. her face slightly flushed from alcohol. her bottom lip swollen from the amount of times she bit into it while looking at you and oh my god her eyeliner looks really really really well done? you wished you could do it as good as he-

focus, y/n. this is war. confront her, ask her why she’s this much of an asshole all the time, why she’s been on your ass ever since you quote retweeted that definitely-not-pretty-at-all picture, why she totally has a big humongous lesbian crush on yo-

suddenly, you felt her lips on yours, hungrily kissing you, seemingly not giving a fuck about who sees. her hands roaming your body, gently tugging at your hoodie as she made out with you.

what the fuck?

what the fuck??

wow her lips felt nice?? you confusingly kissed her back, with just as much desperation. you couldn’t lie that the kiss was making you feel some sort of way, especially with the manner that her hands sneakily cupped your ass as you allowed her tongue to roam your mouth, quietly whimpering at the feeling. she wouldn’t hear it anyways, not only was she completely out of it, but the music was also too loud to even hear anything of the sorts.

she pulled away for a quick while, hazily smirked at you and gently grabbed your wrist, leading you into what seemed like… the bathroom? you really couldn’t tell, your vision was a blur. you quickly put the bottle somewhere on a counter close by before entering the restroom.

the only thing on your barely functioning mind at that moment was kissing aeri again.

-

“there you are. i’ve been looking for you for what felt like hours.” said minjeong, staring down at a red-eyed jimin, sitting on the couch holding a lit and rolled up joint whilst giggling.

“sorryyyy, i was exploring this one girl’s body right then some really hot guy joined in? shit was wild minjeongie you should’ve been the-“

“i don’t give a flying fuck about all of that yu jimin, we’re out of booze, fix it. quickly.” coldly ordered the shorter girl as she crossed her arms, making the taller one groan annoyingly.

“oh my goddd girl, i put a bottle on the table downstairs, just drink from that.” whined jimin, taking yet another puff of her almost finished joint.

“yeah, i was going to until y/n took the bottle. i have no fucking clue where she put it, so get up and go get more.”

-

there you were, leaning on one of jimin’s bathroom doors, hand on the knob to block anyone from entering. aeri was pinning you to it, her head in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking on it while her hands rest on your waist, fingers occasionally digging in.

your top was off, because according to her, “it needed to go”, which could mean multiple things ranging from sexy to just mean, but you were too drunk to even comprehend simple words, so you shrugged it off and just took off your hoodie for her, leaving you with only your bra.

with time, she went further down with her mouth, getting to your collarbone and placing hungry kisses there, then to your barely clothed boobs, where she did the same thing. you could feel her smiling stupidly against you as she kissed them, then she wrapped her arms around you, unhooking your bra.

she put her mouth on one of your nipples as soon as they were exposed, making you gasp at the sensation that was amplified by 10, thanks to the alcohol you consumed earlier. one of her hands now groping your other tit and playing with the bud. you felt her other hand tease your lower stomach, slowly sliding it down your sweatpants.

“fuck aeri..” you quietly moaned out, feeling her smirk against you yet again, gently rubbing her long fingers on your clothed and embarrassingly wet cunt. it angered you, how horny she got you.

she pulled away from your chest, looking at you cockily as she slightly tilted her head, “you’re so wet for me y/n, i thought you hated me?” she scoffed.

does she ever shut up?

you rolled your eyes, now annoyed, “god, you’re so fucking infuriating.. use your mouth for something good for once and just eat me out already. you’re the one who dragged me in here, so shut the fuck up and do something.” you saw how aeri’s smirk dropped a tad bit, oh how it amused you. she definitely wasn’t expecting you to be this.. demanding. it, very surprisingly, turned her on. a lot.

she was always the one doing the talking, she was always doing the ordering, now why were you always the one to make her discover things about herself, damn it?

you groaned at her. she was looking at you like some baffled dumbass. you grabbed her straightened long brown hair in a swift motion, earning an unexpected but very welcomed whine from her.

“did you not hear me? take my pants off and get on your fucking knees, i don’t have all night.” you sternly said, watching how her eyebrows furrowed, she really didn’t like the idea of you being in control of things and it showed. yet, she obeyed, like the good little bitch she was, she obeyed.

as soon as she pulled your pants and panties down, aeri got on her knees and looked up at you with glossy eyes, probably tearing up from the pain she felt on her scalp when you pulled on it. that poor girl, her expression a mix of anger, lust and fear of what you might do to her.

in response, you could only chuckle, seeing her this vulnerable looking, completely at your mercy, it did something to you. you never thought you’d enjoy this, especially due to the fact that you’re usually the submissive one in these types of situations, but it seems like the alcohol was doing the speaking for you.

“come on, get to work puppy.”

she kept eye contact, exhaled heavily as she closed her eyes a moment, giggled nervously as she mumbled a small ‘what the fuck am i doing.’ then, ended up going in.

her tongue gave small puppy licks to the entire surface of your slit, messily tasting the slick that was coated all over it, eventually teasing also your folds and entrance. you threw your head against the door you were leaning on, running your hand through her now not-so-straight hair, so intoxicated that you couldn’t control the noises that came out of you, you just kept calling out her name, you just kept muttering how much of a good bitch she was being for you, and she loved every second of it.

aeri, apparently was too, heavily intoxicated, because whenever she gave a suckle to your clit, or even when she inserted her tongue inside of you, she just couldn’t help but let out every noise that wanted to come out of her mouth. humming and moaning your name against your core, even digging her new nails into your hips and thighs.

“open your mouth baby.” you ordered, running your thumb across her wet bottom lip.

“m-mhm.” she moaned, looking up at you with teary eyes, her mascara running down her cheeks, her eyebrows upturned as she stuck out her numb tongue. you spat in her mouth, still rubbing her lip with your thumb. she didn’t even bother to question it, she just swallowed it like the stupid, desperate whore she is for you.

despite how exhausted you might’ve been, despite how blurry everything was to you at that moment, despite how confused you still were about everything, one thing you did know was that she was making you feel soooo good, you couldn’t stop using her pretty mouth, so much so that you planned on using it all night long.

-

“no seriously where the fuck is y/n?? i’m not leaving without her jimin.” yelled a very worried, very tipsy heejin, screaming at jimin while kazuha, the only one remotely sober at that moment, held her back from jumping the other girl.

“damn girl, relax.. your friend is probably somewhere upstairsss.. i’ll send her off tomorrow whenever she wakes up, okay? now please, leave.”

and just like that, the door was slammed shut on both of your best friends’ faces. they processed all of it, then had to call a cab to get them home safely.

while in the car, they were both praying you were okay, and that you were sleeping soundly somewhere in that house.

they thought of every possible scenario that could’ve happened to you,

but aeri tonguefucking you all night in the bathroom definitely was not one of them.

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Princess and Mochi

Naoi Rei X Jang Wonyoung X Male Reader

When the door to her dorm opens, you see her head peaking out, before she opens the door completely. Tugging her black hair behind her hear, she gives you a coy smile.

The pink highlights are as cute as her face. They form a small frame around it and compliment her puckered lips.

"H-Hello, daddy."

Her stuttering shows how nervous she is. You have been with more experienced girls before, but you have never taken someones virginity. After finding out that she never had sex, you were reluctant to take things further, since you are in a relationship with another woman, but she made it clear, that's she doesn't want a boyfriend.

After meeting her once and after seeing some of the media about her, you really think she looks like a princess. Her small face radiates cuteness, while the small metal chocker around her neck makes her look a little freaky. Her almost completely pink outfit matches her highlights. The white crop top, which shows off her exposed midriff and emphasizes her breasts, is partially covered by the pink jacket. Its decorated with silver epaulettes. Her pants in the same colour hug her lower body and highlight her curves.

Your gaze falls onto her right hand, which is holding the door handle. Her pink and white nails match the rest of her outfit.

You haven't seen much of the beautiful singer, but a couple of her pictures did appear on the news from time to time. One of the outfits she was wearing caught your attention and you asked her to wear it for you.

"Are you not going to invite me inside?"

Wonyoung blinks once or twice, before she smiles shyly and makes room in the doorway.

Just as you checked her out, she did the same to you.

Her eyes moved over your face, taking in your features, before glancing at your well styled hair. You used to not care much about your hair, besides a haircut, but whenever Ahin stays over, she makes it part of her morning routine to style your hair.

The black jacket emphasizes your broad shoulders, while your green shirt highlights your eyes. Although you know how to pick a suit, Ahin, once again, still comes up with new combinations and styles with the shirts, jackets and trousers you already have. You are not complaining, since you do seem to look better. And the way Wonyoung looks at you, while her cheeks flush red, proves your assumption.

Walking past her, you smell her raspberry scent. You know, that she has other members in her group, but they all seem to be somewhere else.

"No one home?"

You ask after taking off your shoes.

"Rei is in her room. My two unnies have a schedule and Leeseo is at school."

"I see."

Looking around the spacious living room, you hear music behind one of the closed doors.

"Does that mean I have to cover your mouth, when you scream?"

Wonyoung's expression is priceless as she stares at you in shock.

"W-What?"

You see her lips tremble and for a moment, you think you might have been too forward. After all, she has never done this before.

"I meant in a good way."

You give her a reassuring smile.

"I'm not gonna hurt you."

"I know."

Wonyoung looks at you shyly, while she bites her lip. Your question shocked her, yes. But in a good way. Of course she knows you are not going to hurt her. No one has ever said that to her before and she feels her body becoming a little warmer.

"M-My room is this way."

The brunette points towards one of the doors, before she dashes away. You chuckle at her antics. Although she must be nervous, you didn't expect her to be so shy. She always looked very confident in the pictures you saw.

While walking after her, you move past the room, which seems to be Rei's. Listening closer, you hear that the song is in Japanese. You stand there for a moment, trying to understand the lyrics. You still have a little trouble with the pronunciation. It feels like Japanese is harder than Korean.

You stand there for a minute or two. It's not like Wonyoung is going to run away.

When you finally do enter, you see her standing in the middle of the room. Her bed is placed between the two of you. Closing the door behind you, you see that her hands are folded in front of her and her eyes wonder around.

"Nervous?"

She nods hesitantly.

"But I really want this."

She cracks a smile.

"I overhead a conversation about you. Chaewon was talking to Yujin unnie. And I just couldn't think of a better person. And if Chaewon likes you, you must be good."

With the words that leave her mouth, she seems to relax a little. You still remember your first time. You were nervous as well, but also excited. That's what Wonyoung must feel right now, too.

"Do you want to start?"

She nods her head in a cute manner.

After her surprised face earlier, you make sure to take it slow.

"Come here."

You sit down on the foot of the bed and extend your left arm towards her. Wonyoung takes your hand, before you guide her closer. Once she is standing in front of you, you look up at her face.

Although she is reasonably tall for a Korean girl, she is still almost the same hight as you, even when you are sitting. While holding her hand, you place the other on her waist. Pulling her a little closer, you make Wonyoung stand between your legs.

"Have you ever kissed someone before?"

"I have."

The brunette blushes as she smiles.

"Have you made out?"

"Once or twice."

Her voice is quiet as if she is afraid that Rei is going to hear what's going on in the room next to hers.

"Then this shouldn't be new to you."

Finally pulling her on your lap, Wonyoung places her legs around your body instinctively. She is now way closer than before and you smell her raspberry scent once again.

You look into her dark eyes as she closes them, before you lean towards her. Touching Wonyoung's lips with yours, the smell and taste of raspberries becomes stronger. She is soft and sweet. Just like her lips.

The short kiss only lasts for a couple of seconds. You don't want to overdo it. But just a moment after you lean away, Wonyoung scoots closer in your lap.

Now, she captures your lips with hers. She pulls you in, while her hands rest on your shoulder. You feel her weight in your lap and you can't help, but let one of your hands stroke her hair.

Wonyoung sighs into the kiss, when you start to introduce your tongue to her. Exploring her mouth, you take what you can.

Although the young woman started the kiss, she now seems to become more submissive as you press against her further, while you hold onto her waist.

The tase of raspberries on her lips intoxicates you. You can't stop, but to continue to kiss her. You feel her breathing faster, until the both of you finally have to break away from each other. The pink lipstick she had on is now smeared. She looks like the reincarnation of sex with the way she looks at you.

Gone is most of her coy facade. She knows what you are here for. Otherwise, she wouldn't have allowed you to come. Wonyoung only focuses on you. On your body. On you hand in her hair.

"I feel so warm."

She whispers, before capturing your lips once more.

It definitely isn't Wonyoung's first make out session. She knows how to move her tongue and lips in rhythm. The way she sits on your left thigh, barely sliding along it's length. She isn't as innocent as she seems.

Moving your hand along her toned midriff, you take a hold of her pink pants. You grab them as if you were ready to rip them off of her. Wonyoung gives you a flirty wink, liking the way in which you take the lead.

Her wink is wiped off her face pretty fast as you suddenly lean backwards.

Keeping your hand on her waist and the back of her head, you pull her with you.

As you hit the sheets, Wonyoung lands on top of you. Her nose touches your cheek and you are almost able to see yourself in her eyes.

She blushes hard at the new found closeness. But before she can move, you roll the two of you over. Wonyoung's hair is not blocking the light anymore, so you can appreciate her gorgeous features once more. It seems like it's impossible to look away. Especially when you are this close. How her lips are shaped. How her dark orbs sparkle a little with amusement and lust. How a smile forms at the corners of her mouth.

Your hands and arms are holding your weight, so you don't crush the woman underneath you. She is small and you are afraid you would break her, even before you start.

Diving into her neck, you taste more of that raspberry flavor. Or is it just an illusion? Either way, you lick and kiss every inch of her neck. While Wonyoung's head is on the bed, she arches her back, giving you better access to her neck. A cute moan leaves her mouth as you give her a small bite.

Wanting to discover more of her gorgeous body, you make your way downwards. You reach her chain like collar, before you look up.

"I assume you like to be chocked?"

It was meant as a teasing joke, with a hint of seriousness. After all, you don't know what she likes yet. But Wonyoung's closed eyes shoot open wide.

"W-What?"

You have to chuckle at her reappearing nervousness.

"I guess you haven't tried it before."

Not giving her time to talk, you get past the small metal piece.

Scooting down a little, you are now on the same level as her shirt. Tugging at the upper hem with your teeth, you start to kiss her once more.

Wonyoung starts to squirm. Before, you were kissing her bare skin, now only the white fabric. And yet, the young woman becomes even more excited. She feels your lips on her skin, although there is something blocking your way. She feels the pressure, but not as much pleasure.

"Please. Just take it off."

You were waiting for her to say exactly that.

Shifting your weight onto your knees, you can now use your hands to slowly pull her top off. Wonyoung stretches out her arms, when you reach her shoulders and after just moments, her top is a lonely piece of clothing on the floor.

You try not to stare too much. Of course, Wonyoung must know that she is incredibly beautiful. But no one has seen her this exposed before. You see her instinctively moving her arms, trying to cover herself with her hands.

Taking her wrists, you put them back on either of her sides. You lean down again, winking at Wonyoung, before kissing her bra. It's a white one, with black lacey as decoration. Small flower patterns. It suits her innocent princess vibe.

Kissing along one of the straps of the only clothing that is covering her upper body, you reach the brunette's shoulders. Switching sides, you make your way back towards her chest.

Her skin responds to your touch. Wonyoung closes her eyes, a little embarrassed that she is half naked in front of you. But at the same time, she likes how you shower her flawless porcelain like skin with affection.

She starts to yearn for more of you. To take more of her clothes off. To take yours off as well. To kiss her more. To finally take her innocence.

Wonyoung sighs in disbelief and disappointment as you move past her bra. Although she likes how you pepper her midriff with kisses, she would have loved your lips somewhere else. You take it slow, since it's her first time. Not wanting to disappoint her. But at the same time enjoy yourself as much as you can.

Finally reaching the hem of her pink pants, you open the silver button slowly. Looking up, you see Wonyoung watching you. Her cheeks are flushed as she bites her lower lip.

Instead of undressing her lower body further, you dive into her neck once more, making her arch her back again. Wonyoung expected you take her pants off, but now she feels your lips on the sensitive skin of her neck. She sighs as her eyes close automatically. Her hand finally finds your head and she tugs at your hair lightly as you give her more kisses.

You start to become hard at the sight of a half naked Wonyoung. Although you like teasing and making her squirm, you don't have much self-control left.

"Please."

The brunette whimpers as you keep kissing her exposed skin, while your hands finally reach underneath her arched back. Your fingers dance along her white bra straps, before you finally unhook them.

Tossing the bra away as well, you can finally see Wonyoung's upper body in all its glory. Her breasts seemed a little bigger underneath the top, but they are still delicious looking.

Slowly taking a handful with each of your hands, you make Wonyoung moan. No one has haver touched her like this before. She feels the heat in her body starting to rise. Especially in her lower region.

"Can-Can you suck on them?"

Wonyoung's shy voice makes you look up. She watches you letting your hands explore her tits, while her mouth is half opened as if she is preparing herself to moan.

Accepting her request, you let your tongue swirl around her right nipple. You don't touch it yet, wanting to hear more pleas. For some reason, hearing Wonyoung talk about something lewd like sex, makes her look so much dirtier and sexier. As if her innocent princess image is replaced by something else.

"Please. Take them into your mouth."

You smile as you hear her soft voice beg for more.

You finally comply as you take her right nipple into your mouth. Sucking on it, you let your tongue flick against it.

"Oh my god."

Wonyoung sighs as the grip on your hair tightens a little. After a couple of moments, you focus your attention to her left. For a few minutes you feast on her delicious chest. Tasting every inch of her skin. Covering her nipples with saliva. It makes the brunette release a series of sighs and moans.

"This feels good."

You can't wait to hear more of her cute voice, when you fuck her.

You keep your mouth on her tits, as you pull down the zipper of her pants. Once you have enough room, you let your hand slide inside.

Up until now, you were able to hold back your desire to fuck Wonyoung's brains out. But you know you won't be able to keep this up for much longer. Squirming at your touch on her panties, the brunette moans, while she pulls at your hair. Her other small fist is holding onto the sheets to her right.

You begin to rub her clit slowly through the fabric, which is matching her bra. A small wet spot is already evident and Wonyoung keeps bucking her hips further into your hand. More moans fill her room as you draw circles on her most intimate area.

Wonyoung has touched herself before of course. Even after the two of you met. She fantasized about this moment last night. But her fingers could never compare to yours. You are bigger. Stronger. A little more aggressive. She feels herself fall into the comfortable cushions of her bed as you make her body feel as light as feathers.

Severel different parts of Wonyoung's body get stimulated by your touch. Your mouth on her skin. Your finger above her clit. Your left hand cupping her breast.

You suddenly rip her out of her dream like state, when you whisper into her ear.

"Strip."

A single word, which makes Wonyoung shudder. Removing your body from hers, you see her pout at you in disappointment. You are surprised at how adorable she actually looks.

Once she got off the bed, you watch her spinning around once, showing off her curves, which are still partially covered by her pants.

Although the brunette has no experience with stripping at all, she knows how to tease the crowd. She is a performer after all. And so you find yourself in a similar position as before. You sitting on the edge of the bed, with Wonyoung in your lap. Her hips moving in circles. Grinding on your legs, while her hand holds onto your black tie. Instinctively, you put your hands on her waist, which makes Wonyoung reach down.

She seems to have become more confident over the last couple of minutes. She moves more relaxed now. More in the mood. Her shyness has been replaced by eager curiosity.

When her hands reach yours, she takes them, before guiding one towards her mouth. Slightly biting the tip of your finger, she gives you a seductive wink, before hopping off your lap.

Wonyoung finally hooks her fingers inside her pants, before slowly sliding them down. Showing off more of her skin with every second, you can't tear your eyes away from her.

The white thong with the tiny black bow at the front reminds you of her princess like manner as she lets her pants fall around her ankles. She seemed to be shy, innocent and sweet at first. But now this little princess seems to have turned into a more bratty and seductive one.

"Do you want me to take this off, too? Daddy?"

The word, which only barely left her mouth at the beginning, is now rolling off her tongue so effortlessly.

You are about to say yes, when the knocking on the door makes the both of you jump.

"Wonyoung? Whom are you talking to?"

You guess that's Rei.

"I'm-I'm on my phone!"

Even if you weren't inside her room, you could tell she wasn't. Which seems to be the case for her band mate as well.

"Don't lie!"

You barely have enough time to turn around, you were still too captivated by Wonyoung's almost entirely naked body, as Rei's head appears in the door.

"Fuck. She is hot."

It's the first thing that comes to mind and you are glad you are able to keep the words inside.

"Wonyoung!"

Her eyes go wide as she sees what's going on. Her dorm mate, wearing nothing but her panties, standing in front of a guy she doesn't know.

"I-I...."

Wonyoung blushes hard and you stand up from the bed to face the pink haired girl properly.

"I'm (y/n)."

Rei tilts her head to the side as if to say "I didn't ask who you are".

"What is this Wonyoung?"

"Well..."

"You agreed that we are going to share him."

What? It takes you a moment to realize what she is saying. You haven't met her yet, but she and Wonyoung agreed to share you? You expected the brunette to be more innocent, but it seems like she isn't. Looking at Wonyoung, you see her eyes being full of lust, but also regret.

"I just wanted him to take me, before he meets you. I need to know how it feels."

Rei shakes her head as she walks into the room.

"No. That's not okay."

She walks around the bed and crosses her arms, when she stands in front of you.

"You learn best, when you watch how to do it first."

Suddenly, Rei's hand is holding the buckle of your belt.

"Let me show you."

As far as you know, which isn't a lot, Rei is supposed to be rather shy and introverted. You didn't expect her to be this forward. And she is younger than Wonyoung. But she still orders her around.

"Sit down and watch. Princess."

The last word drips of venom as Rei doesn't even look at her. Wonyoung looks at her. Stunned. Her mouth is opened slightly as if she is about to say something, but she doesn't. You decide to play with her more.

"You heard your friend. Princess."

Whispering into her ear gives the brunette goosebumps. Your word was softer, almost sweet, but with an undertone which didn't leave any room for misinterpretation of your words.

Wonyoung sits down quietly, watching with wide open eyes, how Rei starts to undo your belt. She seems way more experienced than the older girl. In just a couple of moments, your pants are lying on the floor and Rei slides her hand past the waistband of your underwear.

Her fingers dance along the length of your shaft, before she pulls down your boxers.

The change of pace is a little overwhelming, but you enjoy it none the less. You are intrigued by the idea of showing Wonyoung how to fuck by pounding her dorm mate.

You haven't even finished your thought, but Rei is already squatting in front of you. As she looks up, you have to say that she is just as as pretty as Wonyoung. You don't find any flaws on her face. She usually looked cute in the pictures online, but her pink hair makes her look more fierce. The color reminds you of Yena. And that reminds you, that you are about to have a second threesome in one day.

Her light blue makeup highlights her eyes and matches her denim outfit. Her silky pink hair feels as good as it looks as you stroke it almost out of habit. As if it's a starting signal for her, Rei opens her mouth, before guiding your shaft inside. Her hot breath is replaced by the warmth of her mouth.

You sigh as you finally feel pleasure shootings through your body. The lengthy foreplay with Wonyoung did not help to restrain yourself. Quite the opposite. Her flawless body is just screaming to be used.

Looking at her now, you see that the brunette is watching Rei. Her mouth slightly opens in awe as the younger girl takes more and more of your shaft inside of her. Her wet mouth drenches your cock in spit. Your hand on the back of her head slowly starts to guide her movements. You make her take more and more. Until finally, you hit her limit.

As skilled as Rei seems, she doesn't look like she has much experience with deep throating. Her throat tightens already as only your tip brushes against it. Spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth.

The older girl's eyes are opened wide as she hears Rei choking. You hold her in place, until she taps out. Letting go off her head, you watch as your cock leaves her mouth.

"Gosh, you are big."

Rei takes a deep breath, while she strokes your drenched cock. Keeping her right hand around it, she takes you inside once more. Purposefully giving you head as if she wants to show off.

And in fact, she does. Rei wants to show Wonyoung what being a slut means. She had sex several times before and is proud that she did it earlier than Wonyoung. She isn't as innocent as others might expect.

You can confirm that as she keeps trying to put your cock further and further down her throat. She is barely taking half of your length, while she keeps chocking.

"Does that feel good?"

Wonyoung looks at Rei sucking you off. Her right hand drawing circles on her white panties.

"It does."

The pink haired girl answers for you.

"Do you want to try?"

Wonyoung nods hesitantly, before looking at you.

"May I?"

Y

ou gesture her to join Rei and she slowly gets onto her knees in front of you.

"Let's see how much you can take."

An evil grin is playing on Rei's face as she watches Wonyoung slightly holding your cock. Her hand wraps around it and she slowly starts to stroke you.

"Like this?"

She looks up at you. Her big eyes and pink lips makes you want to shove your cock down her throat. She is so gorgeous.

You have to nod, trying to keep those thoughts in check as Rei reaches for your cock as well.

"Suck it."

It's a simple order, which makes Wonyoung glance at the younger girl, before she finally lets your tip touch her lips. She is way more gentle, compared to Rei. Giving your tip a few pecks, the brunette looks up at you, to see your reaction.

When she finally takes you inside her mouth, you feel your shaft slide over her flat tongue. It makes shivers run down your spine, all the while you watch her cheeks hollow.

Rei is holding Wonyoung's hair back as the older girl starts to slowly bob her head up and down. She barely reaches half of your shaft with her lips, and you're sure she could take more, but the pleasure of being inside her mouth is overwhelming already. You don't know, if she is doing it on purpose, but you can feel her tongue slightly flicking against the underside of your cock, everytime she leans forward to take you in again.

"What a naughty princess."

Rei taunts Wonyoung, while the brunette is unable to speak.

"Does it feel as good as you thought? Having your mouth full of cock?"

The older girl nods and Rei laughs.

"You are such a slut."

"I hope so."

You tease her as well, making Wonyoung look up at you with those big Hazel brown eyes once again. Cupping her right cheek with your hand, you let it wander towards her chin, holding her in place like that. You start to slowly thrust into her mouth.

At first you only go as deep as Wonyoung took you before. But after a couple of thrusts, you decide to test her further. While Rei rests her chin on the brunette's shoulder, you start to feed her more and more of your cock. Everytime you pull out, strings of saliva connect your tip with her lips, before you break them, by thrusting back inside. You are surprised at how much Wonyoung's mouth is able to take.

When she finally reaches the faint mark of Rei's light lipstick, you glance at the younger girl.

"You really are a slut, aren't you? Taking that cock so deep."

Because her mouth is even fuller than before, Wonyoung doesn't reply. Or rather, isn't able to. She is barely holding back gag after gag, with every one of your thrusts.

"I didn't expect you to be such a slutty princess. What would Yujin unnie say to this?"

Wonyoung closes her eyes as her imagination gets the best of her. She can almost see the older girl as Rei keeps talking.

"Think about her surprised gasp. Her wide eyes. Her mouth almost as wide as yours right now."

You can see that Rei has reached down to rub Wonyoung's clit above her panties. The older girl is barely moving as she gets facefucked by your cock and feels Rei's hand on the white fabric.

Her mind works overtime as she can almost see Yujin in the door.

"Wonyoung-ah!"

She hears her voice as if she is here. The young brunette becomes wetter by the second as she feels like her dark side has been revealed. Her innocent princess image is gone. Rei's words invade her ear, corrupting her once pure mind.

"I bet you would love to choke on that dick. You want to show Yujin unnie, how well you take cock. What a slutty princess you are."

Wonyoung whimpers around your cock as Rei finally pulls her panties to the side with her thumb. Her index finger parts her pink lips.

"Yujin would call you so many dirty names."

You feel Wonyoung's muscles tighten around your cock as Rei starts spilling out a list of words, some of which even you never heard of.

"Slut. Whore."

As she keeps talking, you do your best to slow down your thrusts to match her pace. With every word, you invade Wonyoung's mouth.

"Bitch. Hoe."

As the list goes on, the brunette's lips aren't wrapped around your shaft as tight as before. She moans onto your cock, the vibrations almost make your toes curl.

"Useless toy."

The last makes Wonyoung shake uncontrollably. You didn't know she was this close. Her loud moans are muffled by your cock in her mouth. She cums on Rei's finger. Her thighs shake. You see her toes curl as her eyes are shut tight. Stopping in your tracks, you enjoy the show she is putting on, although she does it involuntarily. Her cute squeals are barely leaving her throat.

Once she has finally recovered from her orgasm, Rei's finger leaves her snatch and the pink haired girl sucks on it.

"Mmmh. Sweet."

She sighs as you finally let go off Wonyoung's head. The older girl's body loses its composure and she leans her head against the bed.

"Wow. That was..."

Her voice trails off as she catches her breath.

Rei takes her original place as she strokes you again. Her touch a little rougher than Wonyoung's.

"She got your cock so nice and wet."

When Rei removes her hand again, strings of Wonyoung's saliva stick to her palm. She watches them snap, before she wraps her fingers around your shaft again.

"I can't wait for you to plow me hard."

Rei kisses your tip, before looking up at you again.

"You ever had Japanese pussy?"

After shaking your head, you see a lustful smile appear on her face as the pink haired girl stands up.

"You are going to love it."

Rei isn't as patient as Wonyoung. It takes her only a couple of moments, until her denim top and pants have joined Wonyoung's pile of clothing on the floor. The Japanese girl's underwear matches her hair. A simple pink bra and panties.

"Let's show her how you fuck a real slut."

Rei gets onto the bed and Wonyoung joins her. She looks at you with expectation and lust in her eyes.

Getting onto all fours, Rei looks over her shoulder at you, wiggling her ass invitingly. You can't look away from her glistening entrance. It seems like what she said earlier wasn't just to pleasure Wonyoung. She got off just as much.

Taking a hold on her waist, you lean forward, peppering her naked shoulders with kisses. Whispering into her ear, you want to make her feel what Wonyoung must have felt.

"As soon as I'm inside, your pussy is mine."

The brunette scoots closer, trying to hear what you are saying.

"Once I'm done with you, you will be such a slutty girl, just like Wonyoung."

Rei moans at your words as you touch her lower lips with your finger.

"I already am."

"Trust me."

You push your finger inside, feeling the Japanese girl's tightness.

"I'm going to cream pie you so hard, that it's still leaking out of you, when Yujin comes home."

Taking your chance with that one, you hope Rei gets turned on just as much as Wonyoung by the idea of being caught by their leader.

"Fuck."

She sighs as you move your head away, knowing that you won this little back and forth. She is still on all fours on the bed, while Wonyoung is sitting at the end of the bed, her head leaning against the wall as she watches the two of you. Rei's ass doesn't really compare to Sohee's or any of the older girls'. But you still can't help yourself. You kiss both her cheeks. The white, flawless skin just inviting you to give her a good spanking. Maybe later.

For now, there is only one thing to do. Lining up your cock with Rei's pussy, you see Wonyoung kneeling on the bed, trying to watch what you are doing. She is biting her lip, while you hear the pink haired girl's moan. Your tip parts her lower lips and you sink inside her pussy.

"Holy-!"

Rei's gasp is cut short by a squeal as you push further. Only being halfway inside, you feel her tight walls hug your cock.

"Fuck. How big are you?!"

It seems to be a rhetorical question, since you are already fully inside of her now. Rei must feel your whole length. But she is still flustered.

"Oh."

She sighs as her arms buckle, due to the feeling in her core. The Japanese girl is sure, that this is the biggest cock she ever had. Of course she already thought you were big, when she gave you head. But it looks like she underestimated you.

"You are tearing me open."

Rei's raspy moan escapes her mouth.

"I told you."

You lean forward again, taking a fistful of the pink, silk like hair.

"Your pussy is mine now."

With barely any effort, you brake Rei's last piece of self-control. Pushing against the flat of her back, you make her fall into the mattress.

Wonyoung's eyes are big with lust as she watches her band mate getting fucked in front of her. Rei is now lying flat on the bed as you are kneeling behind her. Your cock still embedded in her tight, Japanese pussy.

"So good."

Rei groans as you fuck her into the mattress. Her chin was resting on her hands at first. Now her cheek is pressed against the sheets as she takes your pounding.

"Fuck!"

Rei's arms are stretched out, her hands formed into fists, while grabbing the sheets. Your hands as are holding onto her butt cheeks, kneading them occasionally. They feel soft but firm. Perfect handfuls to squeeze, while you make her moan.

Watching Rei getting fucked, Wonyoung has slid her hand into her panties. She is still wearing them, not sure if she should take them off, or if you would like to do that yourself. Her eyes are only halfway open. Her horny body acting on its own as she starts to play with herself. The feeling of her mouth being filled and the way you pound Rei, makes her pussy dripping wet.

If Rei can barely take your cock, how is she supposed to handle it? Her mind goes into overdrive, trying to figure out, how you are going to fuck her. Like this? Just like Rei? Pounding her into the bed, while your hand in her hair pushes her face further into the mattress? How your other hand squeezes and plays with Rei's full cheeks?

Or are you going to take Wonyoung in a different position? The only ones she knows are out of sex ed from school, her friends, or two books she hid deep in her closet. No one has seen these books except for herself. Two short novels, full of erotic fiction.

She loves the one, which she bought last, the most. It's about a princess, who gets married of to a man, whom she doesn't know. But after going through life together for some time, she starts to fall for her husband.

Wonyoung always imagines herself to be that princess. To be fucked like her. She almost knows the book by hard. That's how often she read it. She can almost see the two characters in her mind, whenever she gets herself off.

But after seeing you fuck Rei, the images in her mind are replaced by you and herself. Her brain basically overwrites the scenes she has read. Now, she only sees you and her in those scenarios.

How you bend her over a large wooden desk. Hike up her silk dress. Whisper words of filth in her ear, before you make them come true. Making the servants outside the room listen to her moans and screams as you take her from behind.

"Fuck! You are so deep!"

Wonyoung gets ripped out of her trance by Rei's loud moan. The pink haired girl has become a mess underneath your relentless pounding.

"You are going to bruise my spine!"

Her eyes are shut tight as she takes you inside again and again. She doesn't have much of a choice anyway. You trap her in place, not even giving her an inch to move. And even if she wanted to get up, her lust drunken body wouldn't be able to.

With every thrust, Rei feels sparks of pleasure rush through her. From the spot, where your tip kisses her womb, through her spine, up her back and towards her brain. Those sparks make her body heat up. At first it's slow. But the more you fuck her, the harder you fuck her, the warmer Rei's body feels.

Her breathing becomes faster and her once loud moans start to fade into whispers.

"Please. More. Please."

Wonyoung is a witness to all of this. Her mind flooded with more and more images. She feels like she is in two realities at once.

In one, she watches you fuck the life out of Rei. Making her shake and whimper underneath you. Her hands open and close desperately, trying to release some of the overloading pleasure from her body.

In the other one, she imagines herself lying on the wooden floor, animal furs underneath her. Pressing her nose into the warmth, she smells yours and her sweat. The sounds of a small fire in the fireplace invades her ears, before she even realizes that it's another scene from her book. She is lying on her back, while you tower over her. One of your hands is in her long brown hair, pinning her head to the wooden planks underneath the fur. Your other hand is pressing onto her stomach, holding the rest of her body in place. Her legs are wrapped around your waist as she feels you penetrate her pussy over and over again.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Rei's words bring her back to one reality once again. It's the loudest sound the pink haired girl made for a while. She has been a stuttering mess up until this point. But the heat rising in her body made her scream again.

"Almost..."

Her words trail off as she buries her head in the sheets. The clapping of your hips against her cheeks has become louder.

When Rei shakes and quivers, you feel her cuming around your cock. She lost her voice, or at least you are unable to hear her as her pussy pulsates around you. It grips your shaft tight and you are forced to stop pounding her. Her walls hold you in place.

Another shriek, almost at the same time, makes you look over at Wonyoung. Her fingers are buried deep in her pussy. Her once white panties are now almost completely see through. They are drenched with her juices as she orgasms. She cums to the thought of climaxing on your cock over and over again as you fuck her in various positions.

You see her facial features twist in pleasure. The once innocent princess has become a naughty little brat.

While listening to Rei's shallow breathing, you wait for the right moment to finally pull out of her. Although her tight pussy is one of a kind, there is someone else, who you still haven't fucked.

After Wonyoung comes down from her high, her eyes rest on your body. Her lips are slightly parted as if a silent moan is escaping through them.

Getting off the bed, you take a step, before you stand next to Wonyoung. You have watched her touch herself the whole time, while you were pounding her dorm mate. Taking her hand in yours, you suck on her fingers. The brunette bites her lip as you taste her sweet nectar on her skin.

Once you have cleaned her from her own cum, you look into her eyes, while your hand traces little patterns on her chest, occasionally grazing one of her nipples. Wonyoung lets out a shaky breath as she tries to hold eye contact with you.

Your fingers travel downwards, over her flat midriff, until you find the hem of her panties. Capturing her pink lips with yours, you kiss her deeply, while you place the palm of your hand flat against her lower stomach. Slowly sliding underneath her panties, you reach Wonyoung's clit. She moans into your mouth at your touch. You give it a little attention, making her moan a couple of times more, before you reach deeper.

She bites your lip as you touch her wet folds. You realize that her pussy has never been touched by another man before. Slowly sliding one finger inside, you feel Wonyoung's tightness. You thought Rei was tight, but the older girl is more than just tight. Barely able to move your finger, you realize that you have to work more, before you can fuck her.

Because her fingers are way smaller and slimmer than yours, she never had a problem with fingering herself. But you actually have to put in a little effort. You don't want to hurt her, so you stop after a couple of moments.

Holding the back of her head with your right hand while you kiss, you take her waist with your left. Turning her around to fully face you, you make her legs hang off the edge of the bed.

Leaving your spot at her lips, you start to kiss down her body once again. Wonyoung's breathing becomes shallower and faster the closer you move towards her clothed womanhood.

When you reach her panties, you move them to the side, exposing her pretty pink pussy for the first time.

"I shaved her just for you."

You look up at Rei, who has placed her chin on Wonyoung's shoulder, while her hands explore her upper body lazily.

"She was so excited to show off her pink little pussy."

"R-Rei."

The Korean girl's words are still stuck in her throat as she hears Rei speak. She still seems coy, even after everything she just witnessed and did.

"What? It's really pretty. Am I right?"

She looks down at you.

"You are right."

You earn a hitched breath from Wonyoung ad you move closer. Your warm breath reaching her clit.

"It is pretty, princess."

While your hands caress her thighs you lower your head between them.

A gasp leaves her mouth as Wonyoung feels your tongue on her pussy. You slowly lick along her lips, upwards, until you reach her clit.

"T-That feels so good."

Wonyoung's head falls back onto Rei's shoulder, while the younger girl keeps playing with her breasts. Your tongue begins its work on her clit.

The brunette's wordless moans echo through her room, while you eat her out. Your hands hold her quivering thighs in place.

"He eats you so good."

Rei whispers into Wonyoung's ear with admiration and jealousy in her voice.

"Look at that tongue. Making your pussy so wet."

The Korean girl does look down to see your head between her legs. Just a couple of days ago, she never expected this to happen. But now she can't help but release moan after moan, while Rei sounds like a little devil on her shoulder.

"He must be making you feel so good. I can't wait to watch you get fucked."

Wonyoung's hands are curled up into fists. She doesn't know what to do. Should she hold onto something to release some of that pleasure? Should she moan louder? She wants to make sure that you know how good you make her feel.

"P-Please, daddy. More."

Her lust drunken voice makes its way to your ears. It's muffled a little by Wonyoung's thighs, which are trapping you, making you eat her out more and more. You feel like you are being pulled in. Towards her body, towards her pussy. Further and further as you eat her out. Not wanting to stop. Not able to stop.

The scent of her raspberry perfume invades your nose once more. It makes the juices, which dribble out of her pussy, taste similar. Like a fruit drink. Not a strong one. But still tasty. Not too sweet, but sure as hell addictive.

When you begin to suck on her clit, you hear her moan louder, before your hand leaves her right thigh. Slowly, you insert it into her tight snatch again. It is a little easier this time. Her pussy way wetter, while her walls seem to be a little more relaxed. You still don't know if you are even going to fit inside of her.

You begin to finger Wonyoung, while you suck on her pearl. Your tongue occasionally flicking against it.

"Mmmh. Daddy, yes."

The brunette's hand has finally found your head. She pushes you a little further towards her core. She feels like she can't get enough of your tongue. Or your fingers. All of you for that matter.

Her eyes slowly fall shut as you make your way towards her orgasm.

If you were able to look up, you would have joked that her flushed cheeks are as pink as Rei's hair. But you are busy with your fingers in her snatch and your lips around her clit.

"A little faster. Please, daddy. A little more."

Rei hasn't said much up until now, enjoying the view of her band mate getting eaten out, while she let's her hand run over her tits.

"You are such a slutty princess. Begging your daddy for more."

You have to smile for a moment, knowing where this is heading.

"Are you still going to ask for more after he made you cum? You are so needy."

Wonyoung shakes her head.

"N-No."

"Come on. Don't deny it. You would love for him to eat you out. Anytime. Anywhere."

"I-I'm not... not that needy."

You know that Wonyoung's stuttering has nothing to do with her shyness anymore. The pleasure, which is flooding her system, is starting to prove too much for her body to handle. Although she knows what she has become over the last half hour or so, she still tries to deny it.

"Do you not get horny thinking about it?"

Rei eggs her on even more.

"Imagine you are at a music show. All of us are in the dressing room. But not you. You are somewhere in a closet. Your skimpy skirt pulled up-"

"P-Please. That-That's not me."

"Do you really think so?"

Rei caresses her left cheek.

"Trust me. You are build for getting fucked. Why do do you think are you the most popular?"

Wonyoung moans as your fingers curl upwards inside of her. Hitting the spot inside her pussy, you make her take a shortcut towards her destination. Her climax.

"Everyone wants to take this little princess. Make her their bitch. Fuck you. Breed you. Make you moan."

Wonyoung whimpers as she imagines all the people, who watch her dancing and performing in short skirts and skimpy tops. Just because they want to fuck her.

"I bet you don't even care if Yujin comes in at this point."

As soon as you hear her name, you know that Rei is about to reveal her final blow towards Wonyoung's princess image.

"She would have to watch you, her eyes wide in surprise and shock. While you sit here. Your pussy getting fingered, his mouth around your clit."

You don't hear any resistance from Wonyoung. She has either given up and excepted her fate, or she is unable to talk as you send more and more pleasure through every fiber of her being.

"Think about it, when you cum. How you cum in front of Yujin unnie. Making her see your face, when you cum. Making her hear your moans and squeals."

It's a mystery to you, how Rei knows how to talk like this. Her seductive voice dripping of honey, while her words are drenched in filth.

"Now cum. Show Yujin what a whore you are."

After being called names again and again. After being forced to listen to Rei's lewd words, Wonyoung's mind finally goes blank. As she finally cums around your fingers, there is only one picture on her mind. Cuming in front of Yujin. Soaking the sheets and your face with her juices, while her leader watches her in utter shock.

The brunette's thighs shake around your head as she climaxes. Her whole body twists and twitches, while Rei holds her upright. Wonyoung feels like wave after wave is crashing into her. Wave after wave of pure pleasure.

With a heavy sigh, she finally regains her composure. Her cheeks are still flushed pink. Her pussy feels like it's radiating pure heat. She realizes that Rei was right. She needs more. More of that new feeling you just gave her.

But after you finally leave her pussy and part her thighs, you stand up, wiping your chin.

"Are you going to fuck her now?"

Rei sounds almost even more excited than Wonyoung. Although the older girl's eyes sparkle as she sees you nod.

"Any preferences?"

You look at Wonyoung. She goes through her mind, thinking of all the positions she can come up with. They are not a lot. And honestly, she still doesn't know much. Shaking her head, she is hoping that you know what to do.

"Stand up."

The brunette follows your order, still a little shaky as she gets up. Taking your place on the bed, you sit down right next to wet spot on her sheets.

"Come here."

Wonyoung stands above your lap, looking down at your cock. It's pointing upwards towards her. You see her bite her lip.

"Just a second."

Rei leans forward from behind your back and wraps her slim fingers around your shaft. They are suspiciously wet. Although you don't know if it's her saliva or any other body fluids. Either way, she strokes you back to full hardness, while making your cock glisten with whatever.

"I want to see her cum your dick."

This time, she is whispering into your ear.

"Take her good. Fuck her so hard, she can't walk tomorrow."

Rei's sultry voice is very convincing. It really is. But you have to look out for Wonyoung first. You want make sure that she feels good.

Holding Wonyoung's waist, you begin to lower her body. When your tip kisses her entrance, you look up at her, waiting for conformation. You see her nod slightly.

The Korean girl looks down her body as she watches herself, slowly getting impaled by your cock. Slowly but surely, you enter Wonyoung's snug pussy. She is still tight. But due to her wetness, it's bearable.

Pushing her further down, you watch her expressions. She bites her lower lip. A wrinkle appears on her forehead and her eyes narrow. Her hands hold onto your wrists.

Inch after inch, you take Wonyoung's virginity as you slide her down your length. A moan escapes through her teeth. It's deeper than the ones before. More natural. Filled with more lust.

"She's loving it."

Rei watches in awe as you make Wonyoung sit on your cock.

You stop immediately, when you hear her hiss in pain. She shakes her head as you hold her in place. You are only halfway inside of her, but she can barely take it.

After a couple of moments, you see her nodding again. Instead of lowering her further, you push her back up. Wonyoung is surprisingly light as you lift her off your cock. It feels like a workout for you. Her body barely weighs anything.

"Please. Back in."

The brunette's whisper makes you lower her again. Her head falls into her neck as you penetrate her for a second time.

"I bet she is already addicted to your cock."

Rei is corrupting the two of you once more.

"Make her pussy yours. Own her, like you own me."

It is tempting. It is very tempting to just shove Wonyoung onto your cock. Her pussy is hugging you so tight. Her walls squeezing your cock as if her life depends on it.

But you keep control over your body. You stop once more, when half of you is inside Wonyoung again.

Lifting her back up, you keep continuing this motion. Lifting her up and down. Almost like a weight in the gym. Of course, certain parts of your body feel way better than when you are working out.

Wonyoung's facial expression has changed. Gone is the slightly scared girl. Her deep moans grow in numbers as you impale her on your cock again and again. She is still only able to take half of your length, but that is already more than enough.

"Let me give you a hand."

Rei gets off the bed and disappears behind Wonyoung.

"Or should I rather say tongue?"

You feel a new sensation on your cock after her cheeky comment.

"Fuck."

You can't help, but express how good this feels. Wonyoung taking the upper half of your cock into her tight snatch as you slowly lift her up and down. Rei between your legs, letting her tongue glide over the lower half of your shaft. You occasionally feel her hands caress your thighs, while you bring Wonyoung upwards.

"Such a nice cock."

It sounds like Rei is talking to herself.

"And with this slutt's cum on it, it tastes even better."

Feeling Rei's lips on your cock, you try to look down. You see one or two streaks of wet fluid dribble out of Wonyoung's pussy. They make their way down your shaft, slowly, before Rei laps them up with her tongue.

While the Japanese girl keeps spilling filthy nonsense, you watch Wonyoung's body again. Her tits are right in front of you, so you take the opportunity. Leaning forward a bit, you capture one of her nipples with your mouth, while you keep moving her up and down.

The brunette's breath hitches at the familiar sensation. Her eyes are closed as her mind is spinning with pleasure. She can't remember the last time she felt so good.

As she keeps taking your cock, she can feel something change in her. It's like something has tried to take control of her, since you entered her dorm and now, finally, she can feel it. She can feel clouds of lust invade her mind. Egging Wonyoung on to take more. To take more of your cock. To beg more. To beg for pleasure.

Her mind is decided into two sides. One side is trying to stay as sweet and innocent as she can. While the other is searching for the right words to make you cum.

"Am I a good princess?"

Unaware of her inner dilemma, you lean away from her, thinking you heard her wrong.

"Please tell me, daddy. Have I been a good princess for you?"

You hear Rei moan against your shaft at her band mate's words. They are not just turning you on. Rei is getting off on this as well.

"I think you are doing great."

You don't stop lifting her up and down.

"Good girl."

You kiss her pink lips as she reaches the lower half of your cock.

"Please more, daddy. I want to take all of daddy's cock."

You do what she wants, you slowly lower her further.

"Such a slutty princess."

Rei's words, not yours.

"You sound like a whore of a princess."

Wonyoung moans as she getting called filthy names once again. Her hands have left your wrists and are now interlocked behind your neck. As Rei keeps talking, her head sinks onto your shoulder.

"You look like a pretty fuck doll. Getting lifted up and down like the princess you are. You want to cum without working for it?"

You see Rei's hand sneak around Wonyoung's waist towards her clit.

"Be my guest."

She whispers into her ear as she is standing up.

The brunette sighs heavily at the touch of Rei's hand. You introduce her to more and more of your cock after every three up and downs. By now, you are making her take three quarters of your cock.

Wonyoung now knows what Rei meant by "You are tearing me open". She is starting to feel the same. She has never felt like this before. Being filled with cock. So much, that it almost hurts her. And whenever she thinks, she can't take more, you lower Wonyoung onto your cock even further.

"Do-Do good princess get to cum?"

Her desperate voice suddenly fills your ear. It's surprising how her orgasms hit her out of nowhere.

"Yes. They do get to cum."

Wonyoung shrieks as she suddenly lets go of her composure. You didn't think she would cum right away. But there she is now. Her hips bucking forward, pressing her clit further towards Rei's hand.

The brunette's pussy tightens around you. She is almost painfully tight as you feel her climax, while you are still inside. More of her juices run down the length of your cock. Wonyoung sighs into your neck as she slowly calms down.

She never came with something inside of her before. Fingers don't count and she never used a toy or misused some other household item. Although she knows that Yujin has more than just one wireless possession.

The new feeling of cuming around your cock makes Wonyoung experience something new. It feels way better to squeeze your cock, when she cums, instead of clenching around empty air. Her already corrupted mind falls deeper into the sea of lust as she imagines herself cuming again and again on your cock. How it feels, how big you are. All of it.

To your disappointment though, Wonyoung's tight snatch doesn't help at all with postponing your own release. You can feel how it's slowly building up as her walls squeeze and hug your cock tight.

"That's a good princess."

You kiss her shoulder as you begin to make her go up and down once more. It seems like she likes to be praised.

"You came so good."

You feel her smile into your neck.

"Thank you, daddy. From now on, I will be a good princess and cum for you all the time."

Before you can respond, Rei is at it again.

"Such a naughty slut. I'm sure you would even want him to fill your pussy up. To make you drip of his cum as you walk around the dorm."

Wonyoung whimpers again and as you imagine that scenario yourself, you can feel your cock twitching.

"I'm gonna cum."

You stop your lifting and Wonyoung's head leaves your shoulder.

"I have been waiting for your cum."

Rei leans over, behind Wonyoung, and starts kissing you.

"I want it all over my face."

The brunette looks a little shy once again. You mistake it for the thought, that she doesn't know what exactly Rei is talking about.

But Wonyoung is reminded of her book. Her husband always came inside of her. What was the term she googled a couple of days ago?

"C-Cream pie."

You and Rei look at Wonyoung with wide eyes.

"I want that."

She still looks shy. But not because of what she said. But because of what she is thinking. As soon as that thought entered her mind, Wonyoung couldn't get away from it. She imagines how it must feel. Being filled with seed, until it starts leaking out. How it runs down her thighs. How it ruins her panties, when she puts them back on later. It's not like they are in a good condition anyway.

"You want what?"

You are surprised that Wonyoung even knows this word.

"I would like a cream pie. Please, daddy."

"You are such a selfish slut."

Rei pouts behind her.

"I want his cum too."

"Please, daddy."

Wonyoung tilts her, while she pouts at you as well. As if that isn't enough already, she suddenly starts to move. Not very fast, but you can still feel your orgasm approaching as Wonyoung starts to impale herself on your cock. Her walls grip you tight and you can't help but watch. Her hands are placed on your shoulders as she slowly lifts her body up and down.

"Rei is right. I would love for you to fill my pussy up. I want to know how your cum feels inside of me."

You suddenly realize that you two have turned the innocent, princess like Wonyoung into a begging slut. Her eyes are glazing over with lust as she slowly fucks herself with your cock.

"This is really what you want?"

Rei kisses Wonyoung's neck as she rides you.

"Getting cream pied right here? When, at any moment, Yujin could come home?"

The brunette closes her eyes at the thought as she quickens her pace a little. She is not going fast enough yet to make you cum, but the way her pussy clenches around you, indicates that you don't have much time left.

"It's hot if you think about it."

Rei keeps talking, although you don't know whom she is still trying to convince. It was Wonyoung's idea anyway and it looks like you are not strong enough to resist.

"Innocent Wonyoung standing in the kitchen. Yujin talking to her as always. Not knowing that Wonyoung has a huge load of cum inside her. Not knowing it's dripping down her thighs. Not knowing how warm all that semen makes her feel."

Wonyoung whimpers at the Japanese girl's words. You can feel her getting wetter as her nails dig into your skin.

"She doesn't know that sweet little Wonyoung is a whore. A whore for her daddy's cock. A whore for his cum."

"Please..."

The brunette bites her lip, trying to keep riding you, while Rei edges her on with her words.

"I bet you would love to show Yujin what a slut you are. Show her the big load of cum, that her innocent princess got."

"Daddy..."

Wonyoung whines into your neck. You don't know if it's because of Rei, or because she is going to orgasm again. Her pussy feeling tighter by the second.

"While you rummage around in the fridge, Yujin sees a small puddle on the floor. She asks you what it is."

"No more..."

Wonyoung's riding becomes weaker. Her voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't want to be exposed as a slut, but at the same time, you want Yujin to know how good you took your first cock. How well you sucked his cock, before you rode him."

Wonyoung shakes her head, unable to form words. You can feel her being on the verge of breaking.

"And when you don't tell her the truth, Yujin is just going to turn you around. She is going to bend you over, to see what's going on. Your cheek is going to be pressed against the cold glass of the compartment in the fridge. She reaches under your skimpy skirt."

You can barely hold on yourself. You are convinced, Rei could write great smut stories about Wonyoung in her free time. There would be a lot of people, who would love them.

"She pulls down your ruined panties. They are still wet with your own slick and full with creamy, white cum."

By now, Wonyoung is unable to move. Her mind has left her body as she imagines the possible future. You take control once more, lifting her up and down, feeling her pussy glide along the length of your shaft.

"You expect her to scream at you. To scold you. But instead, Yujin gets onto her knees. And she eats all the cum out of you."

You time your next thrust perfectly with Rei's words. Wonyoung's eyes shoot open. Her mouth forms a silent O as she cums on top of you.

"Yujin is just as slutty as you. You realize that, when you are bend over in the fridge. While she eats all the cum out of your pussy."

Wonyoung's pussy contracts around you over and over again. It feels like she can't stop cuming at Rei's words.

"Daddy, please."

She is finally able to talk, while she still massages your cock with her walls.

"Fill me up. You said, you would own Rei's pussy."

You know that, with one right word, Wonyoung could make you cum right here, right now. Right inside of her.

"Please own mine, too. Please claim me as yours, daddy."

"Fuck."

You groan into her neck as you finally tremble over the edge of the cliff. You held out for so long, but Wonyoung finally got you. You smell her sweat on her skin, mixed with the faint scent of her raspberry perfume. You feel yourself cuming inside of the Korean girl. Rope after rope of cum paint her walls white.

"So warm. So good."

Wonyoung sighs as you unload inside her snatch. You her a light squeal and you see Rei standing behind Wonyoung as she cums on her own fingers. She had played with herself the whole time, thinking about the stuff she said just as much as Wonyoung.

You wonder, if her words might actually come true in the future.

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the new update. If you were able to read this far, thank you so much. I apologize for the length of this chapter. I didn't think I would get up to 11k words. But here it is. I had a complete different plot in mind for this chapter, but after seeing Rei's pink hair in one of her pictures, I couldn't stop myself.

Although I have exams coming up and still two unfinished requests on my desk, I would like you to vote for the continuation of the plot. You guys can vote for one out of the three chapters listed below. I will give you a few hints and a general direction of the future for each chapter. If the chapter you personally voted for didn't get picked by the majority, don't worry, it might still appear in the future, but in a different context.

Please take into consideration, that I'm writing on Wattpad and Tumblr, which means, I will count the votes from both platforms equally. The chapter which you vote for, will come after the two requests, which means, you have time to vote, until I finish the second request.

1. Option: "5-Star service"

- "I don't have time for this."

The woman on top of you sighs in annoyance.

"Make up your mind. Are you going to fuck me or not?"

- "You better listen to mommy."

Her dark eyes scan you up and down as she leans back in her chair, while she is crossing her legs.

"You need an older woman to teach you how to fuck."

Hints:

-Roleplay

-She is a singer

-She is at SM

Future:

-More roleplay

-She is very possessive

2. Option: "The new guy"

- As you walk into the small gym, you realize that you must be dreaming. The woman in front of you doesn't seem to notice you yet.

- "Don't touch me."

You chuckle, although she looks at you with angry eyes.

"You wanted me to show you, how well I fight. Should I write it down, instead of showing?"

Hints:

-Actress and singer

-New season of her drama is coming out this year

Future:

-Meeting more actresses

-Occasional dreams about dramas you watched with Ahin

3. Option: "Doctors' orders"

- "Dr.Kim! How many times have I told you, how clumsy you are?!"

The woman who just walked in, glares at the other one, before she scans you up and down. Your face is still completely drenched and your shirt is soaked.

- "I'm not sure if this is really professional."

Your doctor snickers at your remark, her black hair falling into your face.

"I told you," her fingers dance over your pants. "this is normal. If we don't treat you know, you will have to come back three times a week."

She nods towards her colleague.

"Do what you want with her."

Hints:

-Doctor roleplay

-Two singers

-Dr. Kim and Dr. Kim (very confusing)

Future:

-Visits to the doctor for more "treatments"

-Other group members want to roleplay with you as well

Just comment down below, or write me a message. Have a nice day!

[ididntknowwhattocallthis]

Ok I wanna talk about Ethari's clothing/design over all. His clothes and tattoos are different from every other Moonshadow elf we've seen, and he's one of the few that doesn't wear braids. Like:

The recurring elements are intricate patterning; over layers and under layers; multiple colors in the same garment (or at least same outfit); wraparound construction, color contrast between mediums, lights, and darks; and the dominant color is always the medium, never the lightest or darkest color (usually navy, true black is very rare outside of the assassins). Even arc 2 Rayla follows most of these rules and she's been away from her culture for two years!

But then we have Ethari:

He doesn't have an outer layer, he wears almost solid navy, none of those clothes are wraparound, he has no light color, there's not a lot of contrast, and his dark color is true black despite not being an assassin. He bends all the rules, though he only breaks one completely. He still has that patterning, but it's minimal compared to the others. He has plenty of accent colors, more than anyone else actually, but they show up on him far less. He does have light, medium, and dark colors, but his whole pallet is darker than everyone else's. The only rule he 100% breaks is the wraparound construction

A lot of this probably derives from the fact that he's a metalsmith:

For the most part his clothes quite are practical;

Black/navy hides coal dust/soot very well. It gets everywhere, on your pants and face especially, and is highly visible on just about every other color.

Forging is hot work & you do it next to a fire that needs to be at least 1000° celsius, I never wear more than one layer either.

those sleeves, while a bit looser than I'd be comfortable with, probably aren't going to get in the way. Plus I heard somewhere that they're spelled to repel heat (couldn't find if that's actually canon tho), so if that's true they're much better than my gloves.

The crop top isn't great but he's got that belt to stop most embers. Besides he's probably not the type to yelp every time one lands on him like I am.

if he pulls the scarf over his mouth & nose it'll help delay him getting lung cancer in the death trap of a smithy Wonderstorm designed for him (my problems with it are a post all on their own. I have nothing against the artists, its pretty, but by all rights he should be dead)

There might also be a cultural aspect to his clothing:

I think the navy blue, the arm bands, the boot decorations, and his belt & tabard could all be symbols that mean "I am a metalsmith" in Moonshadow culture. (Quick side note, he's not technically a blacksmith. historically blacksmith means specifically iron workers. If anything he's a whitesmith since he usually works with silver.) We see it with the assassins, why not metalsmiths too?

Plus if you take a look at his forge in the art book, there's a design carved on it that looks almost exactly like the one on his tabard. Elements of it also appear on other parts of his clothing:

I suspect that this is some sort of symbol for metal working or fire protection. If he's in a guild it could be their symbol, or it could just be a wider cultural symbol. Either way it has a meaning that relates to the forge specifically. I couldn't find it anywhere else in the room.

I just realized that I never even brought up the metal hems on his sleeves. Then again what is there to say? It's metal, he's a metalsmith. It's pretty, he likes pretty things.

But what about the rule he completely breaks?

As I said, every moonshadow garment has some sort of wrap-and-secure construction to it-- except Ethari's clothes. I seriously doubt this is a metalsmith thing. Basic garment construction isn't a sensible way to differentiate your group within one culture. I fully believe Ethari is doing this on purpose. But why? That why gets even bigger when you realize that no other moonshadow elves we've met have brown eyes or periwinkle blue tattoos.

Put a pin in all that, I need to explain my interpretation of Moonshadow culture for this to make sense.

"Moon Primal creatures can be private and secretive, and are keenly aware of the power of appearances." - from the official website

"Moonshadow Elves obey a rather rigid, honor-driven culture." - from the wiki

To me this paints a picture of a fairly collectivist culture. They place a heavy emphasis on community and duty, two things that are usually more peaceful/simpler when you have cohesion within the group. Cohesion creates less conflict, less conflict makes your community more peaceful and your duty to it easier to complete.

But they know that this cohesion is- to an extent- only an act, so each person has a sub community where they don't have to act. Your inner self is for family and friends close enough to be family. (I honestly think they might have some sort of ritual to formally adopt friends as family) To everyone else you're supposed to put up a front that makes you seem more like everyone else.

OK back to the pin

Even without his clothes, Ethari is already visually different from everyone else. No other Moonshadow elves we've seen have tattoos or eyes the same color as his. It's a subtle difference but it is noticeable, and in a culture so focused on appearances people would notice. Most people's instinct would be to try to hide or downplay it, to prop up that front as much as they can. Yet Ethari doesn't put up a front, not to the extent that most people seem to. He's even accentuating his differences by dressing in a different style than them- and he's respected.

In my comm class the other day we were talking about groups, and one of the things that came up was that cohesion fosters sameness and diversity fosters innovation. Ethari is an innovator, it's literally his job. He invents the wingalings in bloodmoon huntress, Runaan and Rayla's weapons, and probably a bunch more stuff we haven't seen. Maybe for all they value appearances and fitting in, moonshadow culture still recognizes that people like him are important and they aren't as effective when they have to fit in. They can't be too out there (remember, Ethari only bends the rules rather than breaking them) but as long as they stay within a certain radius of the norm they can gain a lot of respect. I think this is what Ethari has done. The fact that his family (Runaan, Tiadrin, Lain) are all pretty traditional probably helped a lot. They keep him from pushing too hard on the edge of the box and he keeps them flexible.

That they aren't there anymore has probably exacerbated the rift between him and the rest of the silvegrove caused by Rayla's ghosting and whatever news has reached them from the storm spire.

I am so excited to see him in S6. I thought about adding some speculation about what his new design might look like, but I honestly don't think he'll have changed that drastically aside from his hair. My biggest question is honestly whether or not he's still in The Silvergrove.

Bonus:

I bet that some of Ethari's relative weirdness rubbed off on Rayla. She didn't have many friends as a kid so, when she wasn't in school or with the assassins, it makes sense that hung out with Ethari a lot. Since he's less strict than Runaan she was probably only comfortable completely unmasking with him. He heard about all her crushes, fears, and insecurities that Runaan didn't. Which goes a long way to explaining why Ethari was the only one who could see she wouldn't be a good assassin; she was hiding those traits from everyone but him.

This also explains some of why he was so willing to believe that she ran away. Ethari saw all of her vulnerability, but he didn't see all of her strength. While she was out training and facing her fears with Runaan, Ethari was in the smithy and only heard about their exploits after the fact. Neither of them saw all of who Rayla is, but both of them thought they did and had to find out that they were wrong in just about the most heartbreaking way imaginable.

[taesancult]

BND legal line reaction to you teasing them at public !?? I feel like taesan and leehan won’t show a single expression at first even they know what your intentions are but they will lead you somewhere else and make it clear that you were wrong for assuming that they would let it go easily

ehehe i love this concept so much! i had a lot of fun writing this, which is why it took me a bit longer because i rlly put my pea brain to good use <3 (i am so sorry this ended up being so long my bad-)

warnings: fem!reader dirty talk, being downbad in public, i went overboard in taesan’s (degradation + hair pulling in his).

18+ stuff under the cut. mdni.

sungho: definitely laughs at the audacity of you to tease him. at first, he might not even notice. if you were to abruptly bend over in front of him, he’d kinda just raise his eyebrow but pay it no mind. however, when you get more aggressive with your little game, he quickly starts to get the idea. it would go from bending over in front of him to literally not keeping your hands off of him. it would start innocently, maybe putting your hand on his thigh, but wouldn’t stay that way. at one point, you just fully grab his cock in his pants just to rile him up and he’s so taken aback all he does is look at you for a moment and then laughs. “you can’t control yourself, can you?” and you would pout at him and nod your head, agreeing with him. “i can’t, not when you look so good i mean you’re in a crop top!” he would just laugh at you again, a sweet smile on his face because he truly can’t resist you. he’d take you home and literally fuck you SO good- he’s not one to deny you, he’ll give you what you want.

riwoo: teasing is like torture for him. he gets easily shy, and you absolutely take advantage of that. you would be out on a cute lil date, but all you could focus on is how good he looks. his big bright eyes, his precious smile, his perfect dancer body- wait…yeah you were having a hard time and were determined to make him suffer with you. you whispered in his ear, snaking a hand under his shirt to touch his sensitive skin, and he would be so gone. all it takes is you saying “my riwoo~ you’re so pretty you know that? you look even prettier when you cum so hard for me” and he’s blushing and rushing to take you home so you can do exactly what you talked about. he doesn’t even have the patience to tell you off about how MEAN it is to tease a man, he just wants to go home so he can have you all to himself. lawd- do i love this man

jaehyun: baby boy is so dramatic, i mean clearly. it’s so hard to tease him in public because he’s the least coy guy (i love u myungjae never change). he’s the type to raise his voice just a bit if you were to whisper something in his ear, telling you that you can’t say things like that in public! you would give his neck a gentle kiss before whispering in his ear, saying “wanna go home? i really want you, i’m so wet for you.” and he’s like ??? he gets all blushy telling you “please, you can’t say things like that.” his response would make you smirk, causing you to want to push his buttons a little. “why don’t we go home and you fuck me with that pretty cock of yours?” you would say in his ear again, licking it just to really rile him up. he would flinch at the feeling, and nod his head then letting you take his hand to lead the way home. the fact that you teased him makes him cum even faster than usual because his mind was running a mile a minute thinking about your sweet pussy.

taesan: oh he’s a fun one to tease, especially if you’re a bratty kinda person. he gets so pissed it’s almost comical. however, you would never know because he’s good at keeping it contained. when you weren’t looking he would be glaring at you, giving you the worst side eye, and plotting how he was going to ruin you. he would giving you a warning, whispering in your ear, “no one really likes desperate sluts, do they?” LIES! he loves this side of you. so, when you persist and don’t listen to his warning, that’s when he takes you away. he would take you to a private spot and as soon as he knows the two of you are in a closed off area, he grabs your hair to make sure you’re looking directly at him. he would stare at you for a second, seeing the way you were looking at him with such excited eyes, before saying “you’re such a whore, what am i going to do with you?” you would pout at him. “i need you so bad. feel!” you’d whine out as you guided his hand under your bottoms, so he could feel your soaking cunt. he would glide his fingers through your folds. he would smirk, taking his hand out and of course licking his soaked fingers while looking directly at you. he wouldn’t do anything else, just laugh a bit and walk away.

leehan: this man does not care. you could be slutting yourself out in front of everyone to get his attention and he wouldn’t even be phased. he would just smile and laugh, making your blood absolutely boil as he’s so unbothered. if you bend over, causing you tits to be exposed, he would just say “you’re really desperate huh?” you were giving him a show, and he was enjoying it to his heart’s content seeing you so needy. he was playing a game with you, and he found it so funny seeing how frustrated you were getting when he wouldn’t react. once you finally get home, he changes completely. he’s blunt, saying “alright, you want my cock? you can have it all you want, pretty girl.” and would quite literally jump you. he’s another man that wouldn’t deny you. he’s not going to punish you for simply wanting him, he finds it cute! he would make sure to take such good care of you, fucking you until you physically can’t take it anymore.

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 46

What does this look like from an outside perspective? Laios is the only one who can see the ghosts.

I'm going to guess this is somewhere out of bounds of the normal dungeon space. Maybe it's something similar to the dimensional space the living pictures create.

Senshi did not take well to the teleportation at all.

One speculation about unicorns is they were actually a species of rhino that got mythologized into horned horses. Taking that into account, Kui's depiction is putting the horn closer to where it is on a rhino's head. The tip of its horn is also filed off. I guess the pointy horn was deemed too dangerous even if it is docile.

All the monsters in the village are playing the role of the closest possible equivalent to a standard farm animal. Unicorns are horses, basilisks are chickens, direwolves are dogs, minotaurs are cows, and Izutsumi is a house cat.

Senshi tied a little ribbon on his helmet.

The party showing up is the most exciting thing that has happened in this village in the last 1,000 years.

It would have been awesome if at least one of the villagers was someone in one of the paintings Laios jumped into and they recognized him as that drunk who jumped on a table during Delgal's wedding.

This is the second being I've seen in the story with clearly drawn nipples. The first was a harpy in chapter 38.

What happened to this boy? Are those burn scars or is this some effect of the magician's immortality spell?

The farmer mentioned that they give some of their crops to the orcs. So this means the magician is well aware of and tolerates their presence to the point that he's okay with the orcs making contact with the people of the village. There's also apparently have some way for the orcs to reach the village. Maybe the sane ghosts on the fifth floor aren't quite ghosts and are more like projections of a villager and they can teleport outsiders into the village?

This dress is so black that you can't even see any of Marcille's outline.

The brewer started brewing when he was 600 and has been making ale for 400 years. So was he born after the Golden country was turned into a dungeon?

Same pose.

There is one way I can think of where Laios's thoughts went from milking a minotaur to wandering where Marcille and Izutsumi are. It goes "Milking minotaur -> milk -> cats like milk -> Izutsumi is a cat -> I should give some to Izutsumi -> Where are Marcille and Izutsumi?"

Of course, the simpler path is he was thinking of minotaur breasts and then remembered his breasted party members.

The jewel of Marcille's necklace is a treasure insect. It might be possible all the jewelry she's wearing is some variants of pearl necklace.

From her antics this chapter, I think it's clear that Marcille is Izutsumi's favorite and she does not like Laios. Her chat with Marcille and the rescue from direwolves in chapter 44 must have endeared her to Marcille.

Marcille can just see the magic barrier and its incantation?

Something about how Yaad carries himself makes him seem more like a local lord rather than the grandson of the king to me. Maybe it's the lack of royal regalia.

I love Izutsumi just staring at the table and eating while everyone else is freaking out over the lore drops.

Delgal was old when the magician turned the kingdom into a dungeon it seems. I can definitely throw out all my speculations that the magician wanted to resurrect him or anything like that. Since Delgal wanted the magician to learn black magic, I guess this whole situation was done at his bidding and he was hoping to set things right.

When Yaad said everyone who tries to leave the village loses their bodies, does that mean their bodies turn to dust, or does that mean they get ejected and the body becomes a zombie? The zombie Kabru's party killed in chapter 10 seemed to be wearing a sort of aristcratic garb, so what if the magician decided to not give immortality to some of the nobles since they might have opposed Delgal's rule?

I don't think Yaad would be bothered that the party exorcised some of the spirits who had gone mad. He probably would be a little freaked out that the party used them to make sorbet.

Finally! Some backstory on the Winged Lion. It's a guardian deity of the Golden Kingdom, and it's a real creature that the Magician is holding captive. Since wings are on the magician's grimoire, he probably draws his power from it as well.

The prophecy...

Yaad didn't exactly say how long ago that prophecy was made. He said the Winged Lion gives prophesies through dreams, so for all we know, the lion declared that Laios would beat the magician a week ago. Like Kabru noted last chapter, Laios has been the most successful at navigating the lower levels of the dungeon. And rescuing Falin will require he confront the magician. So he's the lion's best bet in being freed so it probably just conjured up a "profecy" to get the villagers to rally around him.

At first, it looks like Marcille is gasping at Laios being the person the "profusy" is about. But on closer inspection, she's actually trying to not laugh at this ridiculous "prufsy".

Everyone in the party, including Laios, knows the "pruey" is a bad idea.

I had noticed that Kensuke had a lion head on the hilt in recent chapters, but I kind of thought it had always been there and it was just more noticeable because Kui was getting better at putting more detail into her drawings.

Looking back at chapter 33, Kensuke did not have the lion head on its hilt. Meanwhile it did have the lion head in chapter 37. So yeah, the cleaners did alter Kensuke's appearance when they tried to eat it in chapter 36. And I thought the liquid on Kensuke in that panel was supposed to represent Kensuke sweat panicking, rather than the hilt melting and being reshaped.

This is the third being I've seen in the story with clearly drawn nipples.

I speculated back in chapter 13 that Senshi sleeps without a shirt on. At this point, I can confirm that is true.

In chapter 39, Marcille said prolonging your life with your own magic is like trying to live a long time by eating your own flesh. It's not the exact same scenario, but the people of the village are suffering from the effects of immortality. Even just disregarding the monotony of being trapped in this one place for a thousand years, their senses have grown dull and they don't get hungry. Laios said Yaad's hand felt cold. Senshi noted that there are no elderly, but there also don't appear to be any young children either. The immortality the people have seems more like they're piloting corpses that are kept from rotting. They exist, but they're not really alive.

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[suusoh]

I think a lot of people seem hesitant to write about Johan Liebert, believing there’s a need to portray him "accurately" or "seriously" or else don't write him at all.

This fear is completely valid and understandable of course; experiencing it myself. Most works in the "x reader" section tend to lean heavily toward psychological thriller and suspense, all crafted with such skill and depth with downright the most beautiful writing style ever. (can you tell I want to inject these fics right into my veins.)

I absolutely fucking LOVE these. Okay? let's establish that. I eat up these works every time, they clear my skin and water my crops.

What saddens me a bit is to think that starting out writers who read these fics, instead of getting inspired by such beautiful works, accidentally intimidate themselves out of writing for Johan because they think that is the standard of what a Johan fic should look like. I suspect many aspiring writers believe they need to meet certain "requirements" before they can write about Monster or Johan.

It's easy to think that you have to read countless analysis posts on monster, watch the series dozens of times, or have a good grasp in psychology and philosophy before you're allowed to write about him (guilty ✋️).

While it’s beneficial to understand a character well, I've noticed an underlying sense of "perfectionism" found within the fandom, creating this sort of cycle:

-> Look at the Johan/Monster tag: You see no "bad" or "inaccurate" fanfics—only well-written ones. -> Try to write for Johan: You feel your work will never match the quality or accuracy of what's already out there, so you hesitate to share it. -> Avoid uploading your fanfics: you think your work is "inaccurate," so you might as well not upload it. Someone might even bash you for it.

And then the loop begins at the top again. Breeding the idea that only meticulously researched, serious fics are worthy of uploading. I believe these amazing fics should be a source of inspiration to you to share your own stories instead of holding back. I doubt the authors of those fantastic pieces want anyone to feel intimidated. In fact, I'm sure that they, along with many readers, would likely LOVE to see a selection of variety and creativity in the fandom.

It's good to be cautious of your characterization, great even. It means you've at least put in the work right? But you shouldn't let the fear of making something "untrue" to Johan's character stop you entirely. It might help to look at certain fanfics as a way to guide you, but not to set strict laws on yourself. He’s meant to be an enigma, a puzzle to interpret in various ways. For example, one author might say he enjoys tea, while another might explain he prefers blue Gatorade in their story. The beauty of writing him lies in these interpretations!

( Also there are people on platforms like TikTok and YouTube using Johan as a mascot for the "sigma male manipulator". Writing Johan x reader going on a cute date as a little treat for himself with his newfound humanity is absolutely fair game at this point 💀 )

Numerous serious fandoms, like Sherlock, Hannibal, or Dexter, have their share of fluff and unserious fics that don’t delve deeply into character analysis. Yet they’re written, uploaded, and enjoyed by the community.

Fandom and fanfic writing should be a space and a chance for you to experiment and indulge in your creativity. That's what everyone is doing here, it's not a competition for "best writing". You shouldn't feel any pressure to write for anyone else but yourself and write what you wish to read. If anything, I'm pretty sure all the johan peeps are begging to have more people write, eating up any sort of writing like the dogs we are. woof woof bitchh!

You might think that your fanfic about Johan running away to join the circus is stupid, but somewhere out there is someone waiting to find and read a fic of Johan running away to join the circus.

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 6

one again i lied and we have probably a couple more parts after this

Morning came, and Steve had never been happy at the fact that his date wasn't lying next to him. He liked to imagine it now though, Eddie lying shirtless in bed, his curls strewn about the pillows. He wondered how far those tattoos went. He woke up around nine, but since Eddie said brunch, he let himself laze about for a bit before rolling out of bed. He had taken the soiled panties off last night, so he was bare from the waist down.

He grabbed a robe and wrapped it around himself, then went to the kitchen to start making something to eat. To his surprise, Eddie started the call. He picked up, smiling as Eddie's face filled the screen.

"Mornin' beautiful."

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

"I bet it would've been even better with you in bed", Eddie said.

Steve heard the familiar sound of a toaster popping something out. "And what are you making for brunch?"

"Pop Tarts", Eddie beamed, reaching over to put them on a plate. "And you?"

"Just a Hot Pocket", Steve said, half-honest.

"Aaaand?"

"....And some toast."

"What kind of bread, Steve?"

"...It's homemade milk bread."

"Aha! Culinare Extraordinaire strikes again!"

"Okay, but I made it days ago and it's just down to the nubbin and I thought I might as well go ahead and use it and-"

"The what?", Eddie interrupted.

"What?"

"Did you just call the end of the loaf the 'nubbin'?"

Steve's toast popped out and he began to butter it. "What do you call it?"

"What everyone else does: kiss bread."

"Alright, you gotta explain kiss bread to me", Steve said as he took his plate to the table.

Eddie was already seated with his food and some orange juice. "Because it-well the two ends...you know I don't know why, but that's what it's called. Not a nubbin."

"Well you can be wrong wherever you are. If you want to change my mind, you'll have to hop on a plane and come here."

"Speaking of...", Eddie started.

Steve raised a brow. "Are you ready to talk about it?"

"I think now is good. Last night my higher brain functions were, let's say preoccupied", Eddie smirked.

Steve crossed his legs, wondering how Eddie would feel if he knew he was currently bottomless. If he was here, what would he do? Probably feel him up under the table...God, it would break his and Robin's rule but he'd let Eddie take him right here in this kitchen if his actions were as good as his words last night.

"You still with me, Stevie?"

"Mmm, I'm thinking that I might need to invest in a few more pairs."

"Baby you could get me to commit murder with the right lingerie", Eddie admitted. The 'right' kind being any kind really. The panties had been a much appreciated surprise but anything that showed off his thick, hairy legs and that bulge would have seduced him thoroughly.

"Could I convince you to meet me somewhere? In person?", Steve asked, batting his lashes without meaning to.

"You can put those eyes of yours away, darlin'. I was already thinking of how we could meet. I really wanna see you. And touch you. All of you, not just your dick."

"Me too. So um, we could probably figure out a good, like middle ground?"

Eddie nodded and Steve was already running the numbers for taking a plane across the country and when he'd have a full weekend to do so when Eddie told him that he not only lived in the same state but in literally just the next town over.

"Eddie...are you telling me that you live thirty minutes away?"

"Steve, are you telling me that my town is thirty minutes away from yours?"

"Are you telling me I could've passed by you on the street?"

"There's a lot of telling-not-telling going on here", Eddie laughed.

"Looks like I won't need a plane ticket after all."

"Not unless you're gonna shell out for a crop duster. We could make it real dramatic", Eddie said. "Picture it. You step out of the plane in a suit and fedora. I'll be standing there, the wind blowing my coat as I run into your arms."

"Sounds romantic", Steve sighed.

"Well if it's romance you want, I might have an idea of where to go..."

While Steve and Eddie hashed out the details of their meeting, Robin came in, looking for pleased for just finishing a 'walk of shame'.

"Hey Robs. Good night with your date, I presume?", Steve smiled.

"Is that the infamous Robin?", Eddie asked.

"Is that the infamous Eddie?", Robin asked right back. She went to the coffeemaker to start brewing a pot.

"I'm told I have you to thank for Steve's outfit last night", Eddie smirked.

Robin stuck her tongue out at Steve in an 'I told you so' move. "You can thank me by not going into details."

"She doesn't like details?", Eddie asked Steve.

"Only when they're gross or embarrassing", Steve answered.

"Hmm, so she wouldn't wanna hear how gorgeous you looked while you were-"

"Lalalalalaaaa! I don't hear this!", Robin sang while waiting for the coffee to be done.

"Oh but I looove hearing it. Tell me more, Eddie. How good did I look when I-"

"LA. LA. LA! If you're gonna be gross, you make my coffee! I'm taking a shower!" Robin shouted her demand while covering her ears and rushing out of the kitchen.

"Don't we know how to clear a room?", Eddie grinned.

"Looks like we won't ever be strapped for alone time."

They talked some more and by noon, Steve had a date to Eddie's axe range next weekend. And damn if the week never felt so long. Even though he was getting more Eddie than ever. They still texted at least once a day, called every other day, and even started following each other on their socials. Steve even stalked the account of Bullseye Axe Throwing just to watch the couple of promo videos that had Eddie in them.

The night before their date, they were talking on the phone, too excited to sleep.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to see you tomorrow." Steve was lounging in bed, looking at his date outfit as it hung on his closet door.

"Me neither. I'm still not totally convinced you're not just some dream made up by AI."

"I don't know whether to be flattered or offended. AI images can be downright scary."

"Take it as a compliment", Eddie said. "I get more points when you like me."

"...And you're still okay with Robin coming?", Steve asked for what must be the third time.

Eddie understood her concern. Meeting someone could be risky, no matter how much you talked. And he was the one that invited Steve to a place filled with weapons. It wasn't the most traditional date spot but Eddie had always dreamed of bringing someone there and showing them how romantic axes could be. Maybe Steve was that someone.

"Baby, I don't mind. I already told you. I'd love to meet the person who has intimate knowledge of your underwear drawer."

Steve blushed. He and Eddie hadn't really done anything since their last date, besides a couple of suggestive texts. He was sure that on Saturday night, all Eddie would have to do is shake his hand and he'd crumble.

"You know if you're good, you'll get to see it all first hand", Steve reminded him, his voice low now.

"Oh I can be good. You know I can be good."

Steve knew very well. So well that he'd touched himself to the idea this past week and after saying so to Eddie, Eddie had admitted the same.

"You shoulda called me, baby", he had said. "We could've coordinated our horniness."

Suffice to say, the anticipation for their first in real life meeting was thicker than a souffle pancake. When Saturday morning came, Steve felt like he was going to throw up. What if Eddie saw him and decided he didn't like him? They'd only seen each other through screens and Steve tried to only let his best angles be seen.

What if he didn't like....what if he didn't like his ears? Or his elbows? Or something else Steve had never even though of? What if he said the wrong thing and wasn't interesting enough?

"I can tell you're spiraling", Robin said from the couch where she was eating cereal and watching the news.

"Eddie is-"

"Just a man. A man who would be lucky to have you."

"Lucky to have me. Eddie would be lucky to have me", Steve repeated like a mantra, then sat next to Robin.

"You're a catch."

"I'm a catch."

"With an ass that won't quit."

"My ass has never taken a day off", Steve nodded to himself. "Okay. I'm good. Any cereal left?"

"Only the health stuff."

"Why do we buy that again?"

"So we can live long enough to grow old in the same retirement home", Robin reminded him.

Steve smiled. She really was his forever girl. And tonight she'd be going with him with what could be his romantic soulmate. No pressure? No pressure.

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Hey I love your imagines sm and I was wondering could you do a jealous mbappe x reader so like kylian brings the reader (his girlfriend) to go meet the psg team and neymar is flirting with her and kylian gets really mad? Thank you

𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: NOT YOU MAKING ME WRITE ABOUT MY POOKIE BEING THE BAD GUY OF THE STORY <//3 haha jkjk ( NeyNey is my babygorl tho) Im glad you like my imagines, thank you so much for the compliment !!! And as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You've been dating Kylian for a few months now, and you couldn't be happier. Spending time with him always brings you joy, and he never fails to be sweet and attentive to your needs. Tonight, you have a special event planned - you're going to meet the PSG team for the first time, and understandably, you're feeling a little nervous. It's important to you to make a good impression on Kylian's friends, who are like a second family to him. 

The event is a party hosted by one of his teammates, and you've dressed to impress. You're wearing a black two-piece set, which fits you perfectly and accentuates your curves in all the right places. Your black crop top showcases your breasts, while your 90s low-rise Ruched Flare Legging Pants flatter your figure and allow your belly piercing to peek through. To complete the look, you've chosen a pair of stylish wedge heels. You've let your hair fall naturally, and you've applied smokey eye makeup to match your outfit, now feeling way more confident and ready to make a great impression on Kylian's friends. As you approach the front door and put on your earrings, you call out to Kylian, "Babe, I'm ready!" When you arrive, you see that he's already waiting for you, with a wide smile on his face. "You look absolutely gorgeous, my love," he says, wrapping his arms around you and giving your butt a playful squeeze. He suggests that it might be okay to be a little late, with a wink and a hint of something more suggestive. You laugh and playfully slap his chest, "Kylian, no! Let's go!" He pouts, but eventually relents with a playful "Okayyyy." You smile and give him a kiss on the lips, to which he eagerly responds. He opens the door for you, and the two of you step out together.

As you mingle at the party, you find yourself having a surprisingly good time. You've met and chatted with most of Kylian's teammates, except for  Neymar Jr. Although you're familiar with him from the headlines, you haven't had a chance to formally introduce yourself yet. Besides that, you've clicked instantly with a few of the other WAGS and have been dancing and enjoying the fantastic vibes all around. It's turning out to be a fantastic night. You are conversing with one of the WAGS and enjoying your drink when you feel a hand on your waist unexpectedly. When you look around, Kylian is standing behind you.

"Hey, babe," he says, leaning in to give you a kiss.

"Hey," you reply, smiling up at him.

As you turn back to your newly founded friend, you notice someone else looking at you. It's one of Kylian's teammates, Neymar, and he's giving you a flirty smile. You make an effort not to analyze his glance too much because you suspect he may be gazing somewhere else. You try to ignore him and focus on your conversation, but you can feel Neymar's eyes on you. Neymar did not see the kiss you and Kylian shared, so in his eyes you are a free woman. You glance over at Kylian, who is now standing beside you, and you can see that he's noticed Neymar's attention.

"Hey, Neymar," Kylian says, his voice cold. "What's up?"

"Nothing, man," Neymar replies, still grinning at you. "Just admiring this gorgeous lady here," he winks at you, “What's your name?”

Kylian's grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his body tensing up. "She's not just any girl, Neymar," he says, his tone low and menacing. "Ela é minha namorada. Então observe-se (She's my girlfriend. So watch yourself)."

Neymar raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I didn't know.. just relax."

Kylian glares at him for a few more seconds before finally letting go of your waist. You can feel his anger radiating off of him, and you're not sure how to calm him down.

"Let's go outside for a bit," he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the door.

Once you're outside, Kylian turns to you, his expression softening a bit. "I'm sorry about that, babe," he says, his voice apologetic. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

"It's okay," you reply, trying to reassure him. "I know you just care about me."

"I do," he says, pulling you into a hug. "I just don't like other guys looking at you like that. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it." Kylian regards you as his first love, despite the fact that he has had a few women prior to you. He loves you more than words can express, which explains why he occasionally exhibits some possessive behavior.

You smile up at him, feeling a warm feeling spread through your chest. You know that Kylian can be a bit possessive, but you also know that he cares about you deeply.

As the night goes on, you and Kylian continue to have a good time, dancing and laughing with your friends. But every now and then, you catch him glancing over at Neymar, his jaw clenched tight.

Eventually, Kylian excuses himself to go to the bathroom, and you're left standing by the bar with some of the other WAGS. You are admiring the bar and remarking on how nice it is to have a home bar. That's when Neymar comes over to you.

"Hey, sorry about before," he says, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset Kylian like that."

"It's fine," you reply, trying to be polite. "He just gets a bit jealous sometimes," you let out a small laugh. 

Neymar nods. "Yeah, I can tell. But, you know, he doesn't own you or anything. You're free to do what you want."

You frown at him, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I know that," you say

Neymar leans in a bit closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I'm just saying," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "If you ever want to have some fun on the side, I'm here for you."

You take a step back, feeling a surge of anger and disgust. "Excuse me?" you say, your voice sharp.

"I mean it," Neymar says, his grin widening. "I can show you a good time. Better than Kylian ever could."

You feel your face flush with anger, and you're about to say something when you hear a voice behind you.

"Get your hands off of her," Kylian growls.

You turn to see Kylian standing there, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes are dark with anger, and you can see the muscles in his jaw working.

Neymar backs away from you, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I was just joking around."

Kylian takes a step forward, bringing his face just inches away from Neymar's. "Do you think it's funny to hit on my girlfriend?" he says in a low, dangerous voice. Neymar responds defiantly, "Oh yeah? And what if I do? Que porra você vai fazer sobre isso? (The fuck are you gonna do about it?)" You feel a wave of fear and tension wash over you, knowing that things could turn ugly fast - and to make matters worse, they're teammates. Both of them have been drinking, which has only heightened their anger levels, but you're hoping that things won't escalate any further.

Quickly, you nudge some of the other WAGS for help, and they promptly move to help you push in between the boys. Both Kylian and Neymar back away from each other without trying to push any of you aside, which is a relief. As Kylian steps back, his hands still clenched into fists, he calls out, "Apenas dê o fora daqui (Just get the fuck out of here)," his voice cold and unforgiving. The loud music drowns out anything Neymar might have been saying as he walks away, and you hope that he didn't hear what Kylian said or else he might have come back looking for a fight. Nevertheless, you're relieved that the situation has been diffused without any physical altercations.

"Are you okay?" Kylian says, turning to you and taking your hand. 

You nod, feeling a bit shaken. "Yeah," you say, your voice a bit unsteady. "Thanks for coming to my rescue." In theory, he did save you when Neymar started to bother you, so you're not sure whether to lecture him or not. You simply decide that thanking him is best.

Kylian pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. "I'll always protect you," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "No matter what."

You feel a wave of gratitude and love for Kylian, knowing that he truly cares about you. But at the same time, you can't help but wonder if his possessiveness  feels a bit suffocating. When you are around, you don't want others to be on edge.

As the night wears on, Kylian stays close to you, his eyes constantly scanning the room. You try to let loose and have fun with the other WAGS, but it's difficult to fully enjoy yourself knowing that Kylian needs constant reassurance. You can't help but feel like you're missing out on the fun as you focus on keeping Kylian calm and avoiding any further conflicts.

Finally, as the party begins to wind down, Kylian pulls you aside.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he says, his voice soft. "I know I can get a bit jealous sometimes."

"It's okay" you say,  giving him a small smile. "I appreciate that you care about me, but I don't think threatening people is the best way to handle situations like that. While I'm grateful you came to my aid, it's important to remember that you're a public figure and your actions have consequences. I don't want to see you get into trouble because of me."

Kylian sighs, nodding in agreement. "You're right. Sometimes I forget that my actions have a bigger impact than just the immediate moment. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult position, my love." He sounds regretful because he knew that before the mayhem erupted, you were having fun.

You reach out and gently caress his cheek to reassure him, "Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from….But of course, thank you for sticking up for me… and I still did have a lot of fun tonight."

Kylian grins, "Of course, anything for you. And just so you know, I'll always stand up for you. You're not just some girl to me, you're my girlfriend and I want to protect you."

You chuckle, "I know that. And I appreciate it. But let's try to avoid unnecessary confrontations in the future, okay?"

"Okay," Kylian agrees. "I promise to be more mindful of my actions if people try to talk to my soon-to-be-wife.”

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, “What am I going to do with you Kylian?”

“I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” he says in a playful tone causing you to let out a small laugh.

You lean in to give him a quick kiss. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you more," he replies, gazing at you with adoration. "And I'll always strive to be the best partner I can be."

You could see Kylian's mood lighten up as he realized that everything was going to be okay. 

You two walked back into the party and only stayed for an extra hour-or so before leaving. As you two are walking up to your house, Kylian leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

You smile, feeling grateful for the amazing man by your side. "You don't have to make it up to me, Ky. I just want you to be happy."

He squeezes your hand, his eyes shining with affection. "I am happy, because I have you."

Kylian stops and faces you as you both approach the front entrance of the house.

He leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and tender against yours. "You are my world, Y/N I love you so so much,” he murmurs before sighing, “What am I going to do with you?" 

You smile cheekily, “ I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” you say, mimicking him from earlier.

He smiles, nods, "Glady," and presses his lips once more against yours.

Love and affection filled the air as you both kissed each other, and you both realized that no matter what the future contained, the only thing that mattered was that you had each other.

[sugar-softies]

Once, long ago, a young dragon crash landed in a storm.

They landed in a farmer’s field, tearing up a row of crops with their slender but dense body. A loss like this could understandably enrage a poor farmer trying to make ends meet during a time of high royal tax and poor weather, but when the farmer’s son found the dragon he was more concerned than anything.

“Here, you can spend the night in the barn.” The young peasant led the dragon to a bed of hay and offered them a baked potato. “Stay as long as you need.”

“You are very kind…”

Stay the dragon did. With a sprained wing and the weather still raging, it was better to stay put and rest.

As they rested, the dragon and the peasant swapped stories, told jokes, and grew closer. So close, that when it was time for the dragon to leave, they both found themselves reluctant.

Sad as they were, the dragon had to go. They needed far more food to sustain such a large powerful body, and the farmers needed all of their crops without any to spare.

So, the farmer’s son gifted the dragon with a farewell gift: a necklace made of elegantly braided rope. It was very loose, dangling down past the dragon’s chest, but it was a lovely gift.

Years passed, and the king grew more corrupt and demanding. Eventually, the farmer sent his son to go and find somewhere else to live, unable to support a family under such fierce taxation. He told his son he hoped he found a land of plenty of peace, and sent him on his way.

The peasant wandered for some time, eventually taking shelter in a cave when a storm passed by.

At first, the peasant assumed the growling he heard echoing in the cave was just the growling of his sunken belly, but after awhile he started to follow the sound deeper into the cave.

To his surprise, he found a whole kingdom of dragons living within.

At first, his presence was received with suspicion, but after a few of them got his scent they realized he had a dragon’s blessing on him, and decided to bring him to their ruler.

The peasant gulped nervously as he was brought into a large part of the cave full of gold and precious gems, but his fear turned to shock and awe when he saw the ruler of all dragonkind.

It was barely recognizable as a dragon, a mound of fat rising and falling with breath, a collection of rotund circles and ovals jammed together in a roughly draconic shape. That was shocking enough, but what really surprised the peasant was the dragon’s throat.

There was an apron of fat draping over a section of neck that had been constricted somehow, and when the dragon ruler saw him coming, they smiled and lifted that apron of fat to reveal a lovely if not aged braided rope necklace fitting tightly there, somehow not choking them.

“You’ve done so well for yourself!” The peasant kicked his legs as he sat on the ledge of the large stone slab that was the dragon’s throne. “I mean… really well.” He blushed as he studied their overfed form.

The dragon laughed. “I have, and I’m glad you’re here to do well too. I’ve always wanted to thank you for your kindness, friend.” The dragon used a nearly fat obscured claw to lift the peasant’s shirt, examining his visible ribs with sadness. “You will be a prince in my kingdom, your every whim will be tended to. This, I promise.”

The peasant’s heart skipped a beat.

“Here, let me get this spot for you, it looks like you might have trouble reaching.” He shyly scratched under one of the fat folds, giggling when it elicited a content purr.

The peasant lived happily in the dragon kingdom, at first politely refusing most of the excess thrust upon him, but soon enough learning it was okay to accept the gifts and feasts the dragons wished him to have. So he accepted more, and more, and more, learning quickly how his friend had grown so large.

They never had to hunt or farm for themselves, food was brought to them in large amounts and they ate out of boredom more than hunger. It was an amazing experience to forget what hunger felt like after being hungry his whole life, and so the peasant’s body began to swell outwards and grow plump just like his friend.

“Nnn-! Nnnnnn…” the peasant struggled on his back, attempting over and over to sit up until he flopped back out of breath and panting. “I can’t- can’t get- I can’t-” he wheezed and then laughed. “I can’t get up…”

“I haven’t gotten up in years.” The dragon ruler shrugged with a smile. “Just have another bite and relax.” The dragon draped a lovely gold necklace over the triple chin where their friend’s neck used to be, then forced another bite of spicy sauce drenched meat into his mouth. “You deserve a life of relaxation, my dear friend.”

[demialwrites]

Sephiroth Redeemed (?)

I had an idea where you could have your cake and eat it, too, kinda. Hopefully, I haven't unintentionally copied this idea (I haven't checked, tbh).

You meet Sephiroth before Nibelheim goes up in flames. He falls in love but he's not fully aware of his feelings. He's vaguely aware you might be his ticket out the way life is currently going. Leaving Shinra is a whole other matter, though. Instead of doing anything about it just yet, he continues life as usual.

After being thrown into the reactor, he splits in two. Half reunites with Jenova and the other half wants to return to you. His power is also split. Similar to Cloud and the unhinged Jenova Sephiroth, he begins to appear before you for a few seconds at a time, then longer and longer as time goes on. The more you make space in your life for him, the more time he's able to spend with you.

Unfortunately, he's aware of what his other half is doing and he remembers what he did at Nibelheim. He can't tell you the truth because he can't bear to lose you. He convinces you to move somewhere that gets less world news and, more importantly, no Shinra propaganda broadcasts.

Life is good for a while. In a major sense, he's isolated you but you let it happen. He always wanted a quiet life and you're into that, too. The problems start cropping up when you start noticing the things unspoken and the lies. He says he doesn't want children because he had absent parents, but he won't describe them. He leaves and comes back with supplies for living, but he never has much to say about what's happening in the world. He is distracted more and more often as Cloud 'n pals chase his other half.

At some point, it becomes clear that he'll have to try to stop his other half from using the black materia if he wants to maintain his life. If your Sephiroth approaches Avalanche with an offer to join forces, they chase him off, refusing to listen. Rufus wants him dead, also. My opinion is that he could easily hide among the black robes for a time. Otherwise, feeling very alone and sometimes in despair, the other Sephiroth tries to tempt him to return to being one. But he refuses to listen. He only hears Jenova's desire to take over the planet and tries to shove her away. In his hardest moments, after spending too long away from you, it almost regains control over his wayward flesh.

When he goes home, he has to deal with you understandably asking hard questions. Where has he been for so long and why was he there? What has he been doing that he comes home with such a dark look on his face? Why is he so distant now? God forbid Meteor is summoned and you ask what it is, scared. He feels very much responsible for how far this has gotten and like it's just another reason why he'll never have that peace he craves so badly.

Finally, he decides he'll make his move against his evil twin. He might not return from this. Things have happened and now he's the weaker one. He also finally decides to monologue to you about the truth. Will you stay? Or are his lies too many? Is there anywhere else to go now, anyway? He sheds a single tear in front of you for the first time. Will you forgive him?

Either way, he's going to go help in the fight whether he's accepted or not. Fighting for you is keeping him from being taken over by Jenova, whether you accept his mistakes or not.

Does he survive? Or not?

[fieldsofwriting]

A/N: I made a banner and dividers (I found the stars on pinterest) 😌 look at me go. But, once again this is tagged as x reader as well. Feel free to use a word replacer for this :) (I also know that March’s eyes are black. However, I decided to take creative freedom.)

Summary: Violet has been in Mistria for just a little over a week now. But she has never experienced drunk March before.

Warnings: Just drinking at the Inn on friday night!

Settling into her new life in Mistria wasn’t hard. Violet got up everyday bright at early, watered her crops and tried to clear her farm for a few hours before she’d inevitably run up to town and buy seeds to replenish the ones she harvested. She’d stop at the inn and get some soup, talk to Hemlock or Jo when they were there. Then she’d run around a bit more, stopping in to say hi to everyone. Maybe go do some fishing or check out the Western Ruins to see if there was anything else so could donate to the museum. But there was one thing she never skipped. And it was saying hello to everyone, that was always the number one priority.

She’d never skip March. Despite his prior attitude, and as much as she wanted too. Violet had to prove to him and everyone else here that she wasn’t going anywhere. But, her first Friday in town as she shuffled into the Inn after getting her farm- mostly cleared off she was met with Reina’s bright bubbly voice.

“Violet!” She grins, running around to get to her faster. God- that action alone made her want to scoop her up into her arms and spin her around. Reina was so sweet every single time without fail. She felt like a friend that Vi could talk to for hours while laying in her lap. And normally she would share the same enthusiasm as her but, Violet ended up looking up slowly from the pure exhaustion she was experiencing; those rocks on her farm were no joke. And while Reina was always a delight to see, she just wanted soup. That creamy delightful smelling soup that was bubbling in the cauldron. Was that cheese? God she hoped it was cheese.

“Mm?” She grumbles but it doesn’t deter Reina. She quickly gets her a bowl of soup and slides in next to her. Violet's whole mood increasing tenfold as she digs in and looks at Reina.

“You have to make sure to come to the inn tonight!” Reina beams, with the stupidly gorgeous smile she had. “It’s always a blast on Friday nights! Everyone has so much fun! Tell me you’ll come!” She pleads with her. And Violet is a simple woman.

With food in her system, finally the farmer smiles. “It’s really that cool? I guess I’ll have to come check it out. But i’m working on getting the bridge repaired for the Saturday Markets. So, it might be later in the night.” She replies smiling at her new friend. Reina grins and claps, reaching to give her a hug which Violet quickly accepts. It was like hugging one of those giant stuffed bears you won at carnivals.

“Yes! That’s fine! Whenever you can!” She beams. Violet had to admit, her enthusiasm was nice. Everyone seemed so excited to integrate her into this town as if she was always apart of it. It…was refreshing. Violet gives Reina a nod.

“You have my word, I’ll be here.” Vi smiles, and she meant it. She'd be there. It would be nice to relax and hang out with everyone at the Inn, she just hoped she could get the bridge done before then.

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It felt silly. Violet felt completely and utterly foolish. Standing in front of her mirror, just minutes before she was going to head over to the Inn trying to decide what to wear. Surely everyone would be wearing their normal everyday clothes. She kicks away the little black dress. But why- why did she care so much about her own outfit?! She could just wear her normal outfit. It would be fine. At least that was what she was trying to convince herself of. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows that this might be a good chance to show off for a particular red head-

She shakes her head, "No." She says quickly pointing at herself in the mirror. "No, no, no, Violet. You are not falling for a red head! He's not even a real red head! You can see his roots! You are not doing this." She scolds herself. "This is your chance to distance yourself from anything and anyone. We are not fucking it up because we need therapy!" Violet lets out a big huff. Running her hand through her hair, and nodding. She'd just- wear this. Her normal outfit. Stripped shirt. Overall dress. Knee highs. It be fine.

Once, she enters the Inn she can see why Reina was so insistent. Everyone is there, sitting at various tables doing whatever it is- they were doing. It was bustling, it was lively...it felt like home.

"Violet!"

The Violet in question looks to see Reina rushing forward, a warm smile on her face. "You made it!" She cheers, god- she was so fucking sweet. Violet just wanted to curl up with her and pour her heart out to her. She was so wonderful, Violet can feel the smile spread.

"I told you! I wouldn't miss it!" She gives Reina a hug. Resisting the urge to melt into her arms. "But...everywhere looks so busy..." She whispers.

"Oh! Don't worry about that, just walk around and chat! Everyone kinda does their own thing, you'll find your place in time." Reina reassures. Those words- she had no idea the amount of tears Violet is holding back in that very moment.

"Y-yeah..." Violet nods, "Right." She gives Reina a nod before going over to the Eiland, Celine, Balor, Adeline, and Holt.

"Hello, Violet!" Eiland greets, his smile isn't as warm as Reina's- at least not in the same capcity. Where Reina's smile was like curling up with a blanket, in front of the fireplace on a cold winter morning? Eiland's was like the sunshine, like when you were a kid and played too hard during the summer falling to the ground and feelings the warm ground. “We’re playing Dungeons and Drama! You’re welcome to listen for a bit.” He offers.

“Yeah.” Violet nods, sitting next to Holt with a smile. Everyone introducing their characters had her smiling as she went to enjoy some of the other groups as well. She’d never tell a soul but The Bearded Bad Brad was her favorite so far.

At the next table, she played around of cards before she realized Olric was just- unbelievably lucky. She frowned, she hated loosing. And, everyone was starting to get rowdy because of his unbelievable luck. So, she politely excused herself from the table. Making her way over to the bar-

“Violet!” March said, but that was way too enthusiastic to be March. Slowly, she turned around, and it was in fact March. Or a clone of him? It had to be, standing there with the biggest smile she’d ever seen him have. Slight blush on his cheeks, “Come over here! Sit next to me!! You’re always so busy during the week!” The clone said.

“March is quite the lightweight.” Elsie speaks up. Violet looks over at the regal old woman. “But it is him, he’s a kind drunk.” She gives Violet a nod. She turns back to March.

“You’re telling me that’s not a clone?”

A roar of laughter from the bar. “No, dear.” Elsie smiles. “That very much so is March, our grumpy little blacksmith.”

“Violet!” He whines, “Come here!” He pouts even more. How could she refuse? Making her way over to the drunk March, she can’t help but smile at him. His hair was mused from him running his hands through it, his cheeks were rosy from the alcohol. His smile was contagious, especially as he realized Violet was walking toward him.

“Hi March.” She smiles gently. Her heartbeat picking up, starting to sound like a kick drum in her ears. He was so- devastatingly pretty. Up close, March looked so fucking good. His stupidly nice jawline, dazzling hazel eyes. Violet blinks- Hazel? Weren’t they black? She tries to subtly move further away, watching as the light hits them different changing the color. Making it appear a darker almost black color.

March, does not like that Violet is leaning away. He wanted to examine every part of her face. The way that her cheeks moved when she smiled, the perfect plumpness of her lips, how her eyes shimmered like jewels in the light. The purple hue catching the light like she melted down a purple sapphire and let it pool in her eyes. He also needed to know why she looked so confused, reaching a hand out he gently pressed her back into his side. “You look confused.”

“Your eyes aren’t black.” She mumbles, still looking at him like that. Almost like her gaze was pinning him to his spot.

March raises an eyebrow, smiling and letting out a small laugh. “No. They aren’t.” He grins, “Why? Do you think it make me prettier?” He says batting his perfectly dark eyelashes up at her. Violet lets out a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around his broad, sturdy shoulders. Caldarus strike her down now. She was touching him. She was touching March, and he wasn’t mad. He wasn’t pushing her off, she felt her stomach doing flips at the proximity.

“No, it just shocked me. They normally look black when you’re next to the forge.” She comments softly, still entranced by them. She wants to reach up, cup his cheek and tilt his head up so she can see them better.

“Mm.” March nods, leaning his head on her shoulder. Violet can feel her face heating at the action. She can feel eyes on her from the other patrons, and if she could muster a look at them she’d glare. But if she looks anywhere but firmly behind the bar, she’d explode. “Olric’s got them too.”

“Yeah?” She breathes, looking down at March. “Good to know.”

“Do you like them?” He looks back up at her. Violet’s breath hitches as she sees the swirls of green and brown in his eyes even better. The light from above emphasizing more of the green. “You look like an angel.”

Violet shakes her head. “Wh-what?” She says with a shocked laugh.

March gives her a big smile. Reaching up and tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “You look like an angel. The light is like-“ He moves his hand around her face, to signal the halo of laughter around her.

She needs air. She needs space. She can’t do this- March can’t be that sweet. No matter what Elsie said, this had to be a clone of March and the real one was plotting her demise somewhere. “M-March…” Violet says quietly, taking a step back. But he frowns, pulling her back into him.

“I like when you say my name.” He mumbles. Still looking at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. As if he would give her the world. Violet couldn’t do this. She steps away from him, dodging his arms again.

“Goodnight March.” She whispers quickly, slapping some money down on the table to cover her food for the night and rushing out.

A/N: I know that March’s sprite has black eyes- but consider. No. Kfjjfjfksks no in all fairness I just thought it be interesting if he had hazel eyes, my brother does and they change the intensity depending on the lighting he’s in. So I thought because he’s around the forge so much it be interesting!