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kleptokure · 3 months ago

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Sensitive Soul Jams ‪‪❤︎‬

Burning Spice Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, and Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader (separate)

(a bit suggestive !) (inspo from this post, by my lovely mootie ᡣ𐭩 )

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Burning Spice Cookie ⟢

The day was progressing as it always does. The heat blazes down from above, and the scent of spice wafts through the strong breeze. The Tribe of Wild Spices seem to have everything under control since the capturing of Kulfi is showing positive signs.

There was not much that their lord needed to step in for. Golden Cheese Cookie was captured, and the remainder of his Soul Jam was returned to its proper owner. It would appear the afternoon could not get much more grand.

Although he craves havoc, Burning Spice Cookie settled for an activity less disastrous: a playful brawl between him and his lover.

It never fails to be a joy when roughhousing with you. The outcome of the battle can only be anticipated. Either he wins due to his pure strength, or you do by catching him off guard with your quick wits. Regardless, he will revel in the result. A fight that is not so dull is rare for him, so he appreciates your liveliness.

Nearing the canyon close to his temple, the two of you commenced a battle. Burning Spice Cookie charges at you with his weapon in hand and a large grin plastered on his face. You dodge him by a smidge, your arm brushing against him in the process.

Burning Spice Cookie's smile falters, and his movements come to a slow, giving you an opportunity to strike. Yet you do not, due to noticing the change in his behavior. It is not the most common to see him with a poker face, causing you to rethink the prior moments.

You did not attack him; rather, you had some momentary contact. With his Soul Jam, to be specific. It was quite brief, but you find there to be no other reason for his slight stillness. It is obvious his desire for battle remains, so it would be silly to think otherwise. Testing the matter once more would be the sole way to find out.

Your chances are cut short when his normal behavior returns, a chuckle emitting from his way as he dashes at you another time. Burning Spice Cookie has you pushed against one of the pillars supporting his temple, his parashu near your neck to trap you.

While it seems the position plays out in his favor, his actions also give you a chance to strike up your new objective. Burning Spice Cookie inches closer, his face nearing yours. He can sense the taste of sweet victory already. All of a sudden, his attention is rerouted, and his grin falls flat out of surprise.

The Beast of Destruction detects a soft touch landing on his Soul Jam, a certain hand gliding across the edges of the crimson triangle. The feeling is new to him, and he does not know how to welcome it. The sensation causes a sheet of warmth to fall over him, as if he were an animal going through mounds of petting.

Quickly, he jumps back, putting a distance between you two. Burning Spice Cookie narrows his eyes, looking your way. He can spot the smugness across your face. It is clear you know what you did, and he will get you back for it. Though his mind still lingers on the topic. Why did he feel so weak in that moment?

"What's wrong? You almost had me there," you taunted, snapping him out of his thoughts. For once, Burning Spice Cookie does not have a response. He himself finds the situation to be odd, but he is aware it has to deal with some part of his Soul Jam. Surely he did not grow a flaw, he believes. That would be absurd.

"I will not allow you to crumble so soon," he excused, covering up the truth that you both know. This time, your lover is hesitant to come forth, as he has acknowledged the slight inferiority he gained. Instead, he watches as you dash towards him. Even so, you do not aim for an attack, and Burning Spice Cookie notices. It should be pretty clear on what you plan to hit.

The beast dodges, sliding to the right. You follow right after, causing him to elude you once more. Although he swerves your strikes, your lover finds the circumstances to be hilarious. It is surprising you managed to cause a challenge for him, making him all the more excited. Unfortunately, his excitement led him to a predicament.

While Burning Spice Cookie is fast, you were able to catch up by the slightest inch. He experiences the smallest touch of your palm near his Soul Jam and has to resist himself from going still. He does not know when or why he's gotten so sensitive.

By now, he had decided to stop his evasion. He is the Great Destroyer, a name you whisper with fear. Why is he running from another? It does not matter if that other may be his lover; he should stand his ground.

Burning Spice Cookie stops, and to his surprise, you do as well. Did you grow tired of teasing him? He hopes so, but at the same time, he wishes for more of this little game.

His eyes are trained on you, growing nearer to him with each slow step you take. You stand a breath away from your beloved's face, and your hand rises closer to the Light of Destruction. This time, he will allow you to do such. It would be better for him to find out more about the pestering feeling rather than resorting to negligence.

The moment your palm touches his Soul Jam, Burning Spice Cookie releases a breath. Without words, you press your hand firmly against the shiny red shape. The receiver of your touch feels as if his mind will go to mush. He may have been sweating earlier due to your spar, but now he sweats for a different reason.

Your hand feels so warm, tracing the edges of the triangle engraved to your lover. Burning Spice Cookie wonders if his Soul Jam had always been so delicate. It's rare for a cookie to grow so close to him, so he would have never guessed.

Looking upwards, you lock eyes with him. You have yet to lay your eyes on such an expression. His brows are furrowed, and his constant smile lowered into a shaky frown, like he gained no enjoyment from this. You can hear the uneven breaths that emit from the beast. How funny it is to see him experiencing new emotions.

Burning Spice Cookie raises his hand, which now wraps around your wrist. You assumed he could take no more stimulation; however, he keeps your hand in its placement. The beast grits his teeth at his own actions, refraining from letting any noises escape him. He could already feel a rumble in the back of his throat, and he did not wish for further sounds to come up.

Just to make matters worse for the unsteady cookie, you position yourself lower, now face-to-face with the object of his power. Burning Spice Cookie foresees your next move, and he cannot come to deny it.

Your lips press against the smooth gem, a soft kiss taking place as your final blow. It is nothing short of effective. The cookie with spice carved into his dough, the cookie who spends perpetual time under the blaring heat, feels like he has managed to melt into jam, all because of a small kiss. He had to gulp down the drool he built up, or else he'd create a mess.

You do not plan to end your attacks here. Burning Spice Cookie is fierce until the end when he indulges in your shared spars; it would only be fair to reciprocate.

Pressing your hand to his Soul Jam, you make sure to be firm with your movement. A consistent, pestering rub for him to endure. His grip on his weapon grows weaker, but he refuses to drop it. He feels as if doing such would be a sign of weakness and has not lost this battle yet.

His eyes appear to stare back at yours, yet you get the sense he stares through you. Something must be stuck in that pretty head of his. Too bad you do not know what.

Your hand rubs the borders of his Soul Jam, which seems to be to his liking. You are close enough to hear the whirr springing from your lover, despite the tough front he has on. Just a bit more, and your victory is guaranteed.

Burning Spice Cookie decided to stop fighting against the feeling you give. Leaning into your touch, he strengthens the charge that shoots through him. He has endure many hot subjects, but he does not recall a heat such as this.

You believe your lover's headspace is nothing more than a white space. Burning Spice is entirely zoned out, and you even led him to purr. Although he might not declare it, you have won without a doubt.

With the beast weakened, you lift your hands, cupping your lover's face. As adorable as he is right now, you would like to point out another detail.

"I win," you stated, and Burning Spice Cookie cannot muster up words to say anything against your declaration. If he were not at a loss for speech, he would surely say you cheated. You cannot just abuse the power you hold over him! But, oh well, you did. Besides, he does not appear so displeased over that fact.

Of course, now you are obligated to take care of Burning Spice Cookie until he regains his right state of mind. This is all because of you, anyway. You won't leave your lover hanging, will you?

Mystic Flour Cookie 𖢻

The wind blows a harsh gust after another, a certain flour gusting through the wind. A cookie would think to flee, giving themselves an attempt to escape the pale ailment. It would be useless in the end, but it is amusing to watch them try. For you, the weather is one to take a breath in. There's nothing like the flour fog to stand amidst each day.

Of course, spending the morning with your beloved improves the dawn by a long shot. Mystic Flour Cookie is a lady of grace, and you will always be grateful to have been blessed with the sight of her every day. The cookies that dared to take your lover for granted in her past are nothing more than doughbrains.

You tend to go the extra mile with your care, slowly erasing the misery in her memories during the process. For once, the apathetic cookie could admit she feels appreciated. You must be a gift from the Witches; an apology for her suffering. If so, she has accepted the present with open arms.

Despite how emotionless Mystic Flour Cookie may appear, she makes sure to return your endearment in her actions so you'll never feel mistreated. Many call you a terrible duo due to the anguish you both cause, but all cookies return to flour at some point. Those who think otherwise are doughbrains too.

Nonetheless, even those who are opposed cannot come in the way of your wonderful relationship. The moment as of right now proves how pleasing your connection with Mystic Flour Cookie can grow.

Underneath a dumpling tree, the beast rests in a sitting position. The shade the tree provides offers a nice area to relax. You have your head laid in her lap, a common place to spot yourself in.

Mystic Flour Cookie tends to meditate elsewhere, a location at the top of many stairs, but this time, she decided to take a more scenic route. After the two of you decided to take a simple stroll at sunrise, you arrived where you both are now.

The beast has her hands caressing your face. One brushes against the side of your face, and the other lifts your hair away from your expression, which gives herself a lovelier sight of your features. Her touch is soothing, and her hands are soft when in contact with your dough. Sleep could come easy under situations like this. Yet, a sudden thought appears, keeping you awake. You feel the need to share your ideas with your lover.

"Mystic Flour Cookie," you called out in a low tone. Her motions stop, a signal that you have her full attention.

"Would you mind if we switched places?" With your question out, you wait for her response. As always, she keeps her silence, but you can notice the mental debate ongoing within her head. It does not take long before you receive your answer.

"Very well," your dearest replies. Mystic Flour Cookie does not mind being on the receiving end of gentle touches. After all, she is the main one to give them to both you and her pet haetae. She is sure the change of positions would not be distressing, especially since they shall come from her beloved.

With confirmation presented, you sit up to remove yourself from the comfort of the Beast's lap. The two of you shift until perfection, and now Mystic Flour Cookie has her head placed on your lap. Her veil nearly falls off, but she would not care much if it did anyway.

She appears so divine that any cookie would be jealous that they are not the ones this close. You cannot help but reach forward, your hand taking place on her cheek. Your palm brings warmth to her usually cool dough, and Mystic Flour Cookie leans the slightest bit closer.

Soon after, you fiddle with her hair, combing your hands through the pasty icing, which felt like silk due to how well it was cared for. You can simply hope your dearest experiences the same feelings she gives you.

The beast of apathy would admit that she does feel at ease, so much so that she believes a nap would be in order, even though sleep is not a requirement. It would not be the first time she rested near you, so it would fail to be a problem.

She perceives one touch, belonging to you, idly rubbing the side of her face. The other hand runs through her hair while also being careful not to cause any strands to stick out. A soft sigh makes its way from her lips. She deems the gentle combing more enjoyable. This should happen much more, she believes. Was this the bliss she has been gifting to the guardian of her temple this entire time?

Alas, she felt your hand remove from petting her any longer. Then, your touch begins to trail further up. Mystic Flour Cookie assumed you would undo her bun, to which she would not be opposed, but her expectations fall flat. In reality, your next act is far more alarming.

Your next placement lies onto the light of Mystic Flour Cookie's power, her Soul Jam. Her face twitches for a slight second, which skips past your notice. Even though the weight of your hand was so delicate, her head endures a flicker of going faint. Conditions worsen for the pale beast when you begin to stroke the rhombus-like shape.

She feels strange. Overly so, as if you were embracing her into one of your sweet hugs, but this time around, the tenderness comes stronger. She was unaware that her Soul Jam could bring these sorts of emotions. It is not common for a cookie to get this close to her for such to be known.

At first, Mystic Flour Cookie believes the sense is one to come and go. She would not say she minds it. In fact, the beast nudges into the sensation you have unknowingly offered. Extra affection that stems from you will never fail to be savored on her end.

Though the truth soon brings itself forward. The buzz refuses to dim down; rather, it grows more prominent. It seems it was accompanied by a stronger warmth as well. All the while, your interest in her Soul Jam remains, along with your constant rubs.

Now, Mystic Flour Cookie notices how the heat of her jam feels as if it is increasing. Perhaps comparing this to a mere hug was the wrong choice, as your touch lures out different reactions. Though it is not exactly shown on your lover's face. She still looks graceful, per usual, and you are too concerned with the pale shape to notice her speed in breathing escalating.

While this may appear as a problem for the beast, she makes no attempt to point it out. Pain is not imposed upon her, so there really is no reason to bring this to your attention, she thinks. After all, she has said every inch of your love is to be relished. Mystic Flour is not one prone to changing opinions.

Your hand brushes over the point of her gem, and she releases a shaky breath. No matter your delicate manners, she shudders at each movement, a small tremble in her hands.

"Is something the matter, Mystic Flour Cookie?" Your inquiry catches her off guard, and her eyes open partially. You were bound to notice her unusual behavior eventually, which was unfortunate for her.

"...No," she lied. After realizing her own peculiar gestures, Mystic Flour feels foolish. It is strange for her to act so inappropriately, in her own words. But can she truly hold herself liable? Love did not exist much in her reality, as she believed it would be futile in the end. She becomes greedy when it is given. You know this, don’t you? You surely would not mind. As her lover, of course.

Although she noticed the suspicion laced in your expression, you continued with your curiosity, and your hand placed onto her Soul Jam once more. She hums when you do so. A stronger sound rests on the tip of her tongue, but she refuses to let it be heard.

With the light hue of her dough, she is sure her cheeks are noticeably flushed. She is unable to prevent much of that, as the heat from your contact is much stronger. She rests in a cooler region, so encountering a warmth as this nearly brings her to overheat. You can only point fingers at yourself if she were to diminish to crumbs.

She would not mind, though. Mystic Flour Cookie accepts the truth of her turning into flour, too. If it were to be from your hand, then her bliss would only grow stronger. In her perspective, that appears like a preferable way of crumbling.

Just carry on with what you do. Get used to it along the way. She foresees herself asking for another headpat quite soon. As her partner, you would be delighted to, wouldn't you?

Shadow Milk Cookie 🂱

Swaying side to side, you rest upon a grand chair placed in front of an extravagant show, which was orchestrated by none other than Shadow Milk Cookie, your cherished one.

It is nothing short of a routine, observing the beast commence yet another of his countless performances. All the same, you view each one with fondness. For you, it comes as hard to feel disinterested when he organizes each presentation so meticulously, and it is all intended just for you.

You look ahead, watching the small cut-out of a certain Soul Jam thief grow puny under the sights of his superior enemy. It is always amusing to watch some simple foreshadowing. Clapping your hands, you prompt your host to continue with your sign of approval.

There are a few acts that include this specific scenario. In this particular plot, the ending contains the lovely crumbling of the thief. What more could a cookie ask for? That was a grandiose display.

"Bravo!" You applauded once more, watching as your entertainer bowed down in a show of his gratitude. Roses get thrown to Shadow Milk's stage, not from any definite cookie.

"Thank you, thank you!" He sends his kisses to the false audience. Somehow, they are all sent your way. What a silly accident. Nonetheless, you catch each one.

Shadow Milk Cookie hops off of the platform, floating his way towards you at an eager pace. You hold out your hands, awaiting his own to receive them. Throwing his staff to the side, the deceiver believes your grasp is more significant than a measly stick.

His hands cup yours, pulling himself closer to shorten the distance much too large for his taste. The ill-famed eyes he possesses stare lovingly into yours.

"I refuse to leave such a dazzling host empty-handed. Surely, you require something in return?" You jest, a proper tone held in your speech. Your lover refrains from giggling. He decides to play along with your proper front.

"Oooh, but I could never! Your presence is more than enough," he protested, but that answer fails to satisfy you. Shadow Milk does plenty for your sole benefit. Would it bring him to crumbs just to ask for repayment?

Perhaps you may be lesser in reality, but that means little. You are certain your affection brings him more joy than meets the eye. All you can do is be left to wonder how starved the jester is if affection is all it takes to reimburse him. Nonetheless, that need of his is being met now.

"I believe a dance is in order." Your hands hold a firmer grip as they grasp onto his. Starting up a slow waltz, you coax the deceiver into a dance laced with the genuine adoration you retain for him.

"Well..." He drags on, which would leave you in a brewing suspense, yet that falls short when a soft tune falls upon your hearing. You can assume his answer when a floating gramophone appears out of the blue.

"Since ya asked so nicely, I suppose I can spare a minute or two." You managed to woo your notorious lover once more, an expected outcome. Placing your hands onto his waist, you feel Shadow Milk's arms slide around your neck, ensuring a formal stance. The moonlight peeks through a window, spreading a blue light across the space. The moment feels straight out of one of the many fairy tales Shadow Milk has told.

You move in sync with your partner, eyes heavily trained on one another. He does not blink, you notice. That would probably unsettle any other cookie, but you tend to welcome his odd habits, so nothing much is different.

The dance goes along smoothly, with movements careful and following the pattern of the music. However, the usual bores Shadow Milk Cookie, so he finds it hard to stay within those borders. All of a sudden, a foot steps on yours, causing you to stumble over your planned choreography.

Not to worry, as your trickster here catches you before you could get the chance to fall over. Don't point your fingers at him; it was merely a misplaced maneuver on his end. Though it is hard to believe such when you are aware of how skilled the cookie is when it comes to waltzing around.

"Woopsie!" Not an exact apology, yet you do not plan to scold him or say much else for that matter. With the gramophone's classical music coming to a halt, you believe there should be a closing for your dance that is just as suitable.

You stand upright, having rebounded from your unintended tumble. The soft melody arrives at its stop, and you both stand in your places. Your touch lingers on his satin clothing. The pleasant silence floats by, as Shadow Milk's broad smile gives you the hint that he is beyond delighted to participate in your waltz.

Approaching your beloved's face, you intend to get rid of the gap between you. While the beast would find rejecting your kiss humorous, he cannot deny himself wanting to lean in as well. He does so, closing his eyes in like manner and awaiting the intimacy he craves.

In an instant, his multicolored eyes open at the same moment. His attention is brought to an abrupt case: your lips are pressed to his Soul Jam. That differs much from the mark he had foreseen you gracing your touch with. Your impromptu deed brought out conflicting passions, too.

Your kiss was no simple peck. You ensured a lengthier smooch was made against the Light of Deceit. The extended action allowed more feelings to be processed on his end. It was amusing, you thought, until you raised your sights on your lover's incredulous face. His expression lacked any theatrical essence. Had your joke landed the wrong way?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?" Whispering his name, you are patient for his reaction. While his stare does return to gazing into your own, the deceiver's response is absent. Though, you caught view of the deeper shade of blue swirling on his cheeks. It appears you had flustered the beast in a way untold.

"I didn't know you were ticklish," you teased, your smile curving upwards, while Shadow Milk's lips did the opposite. Being blindsided to the truth goes heavily disliked by him. He was unaware his Soul Jam was so... delicate. You cannot trick the trickster! At least, not in any books he has read. Shadow Milk Cookie may be the slightest bit annoyed, but he could not deny the warm thrill that shot through his body.

Shadow Milk Cookie's feelings resemble a volatile batch of blueberries. One is a bit too sour, making his hair flow around with a mind of its own, and one is just right, sending a pleasant tingle on his tongue. Please, give him another kiss for him to grasp whatever it is he truly feels. It would bring him to crumbs if you denied. The Light of Knowledge still resides within him somewhere.

You seemed eager to deliver, placing a peck onto the slit that is carved into his Soul Jam. Even though your affection was quick to leave, Shadow Milk Cookie giggles on this go-around. He believes he understands now. Some excitement never hurt any cookie. If that is what his new discovery brings, so be it.

Shadow Milk Cookie will allow you to hold this one power over him. If it makes you feel superior, then go right ahead. He is sure your peck is simply tickling him, or something along those lines.

Since your lover does not seem opposed to your actions, you follow your impulse: peppering the pretty shape in more kisses. Once again, you lead a row of chuckles from the cookie that others somehow fear. A hand on your shoulder, Shadow Milk Cookie keeps you in place, tempting you to continue.

Then, Shadow Milk Cookie's laughing grows breathier, almost forming into a soft pant. An overdose of delight hits him in the face. His grasp on you tightens, as opposed to pushing you away. Now digging into your shoulder, his grip serves as a quiet reminder to keep himself composed. He did not expect his outlook to be wrong.

Perhaps the rush he's receiving is a bit much, coming out of nowhere, but he gives no care for that. The jester has never felt such an exhilaration before, and he can't help but want more—to explore the strange pulse you present him with. His eyes dilate due to both excitement and realization. Looks like the power you hold over him is stronger than he assumed.

He can not believe you still persist with your torrents of love. Though his gratitude lies underneath. The amusement you bestow is far too grand to be discarded without delay. So grand that you pressured his mind to blankness, his thoughts blurry as he puts all of his focus on your sole touch.

For once, Shadow Milk Cookie truly believes he will faint. Even though all of his rational urges tell him to stop feeding into this passion of his, he continues. He would rather chase the depths of overstimulation, and he would do so without remorse. Embarrassment was merely sprinkled into his dough.

Unfortunately, the pleasure he seeks was snatched from him. The distance grows when you reposition yourself, backing away from the fervid man. If it weren't for your arms glued around Shadow Milk Cookie, he would have slumped on the cold floor amidst the large, quiet room.

With his head leaned back, he huffs, descending from the high you had brought him to. Though it was shaky, a smile remained etched across his face. The aftermath leaves a buzz residing across himself. Your lover jolts at random intervals, as if lightning struck him with mere gratification.

Shadow Milk Cookie looks your way, attempting to gauge your reaction through his blurred vision. Surely, all of his panting was audible. It would be silly to consider you did not know the measures of your actions.

He spots a smile of innocence iced on your face, but a flicker of mockery darkens your eyes, revealing your real ambitions. Shadow Milk Cookie can not come to say he dislikes your expression. In reality, he was never aware of how intoxicating it is to be inferior for once. He would not be against this as a pastime. Or an all the time.

His stare focuses once you begin to move. Unexpectedly, you approach his brooch anew. Shadow Milk Cookie was always one for surprises, so he would not mind another round of his brain turning to dough.

In the mere second of your breath hitting his Soul Jam, his trembling harshens. Even so, he tilts your way to quicken the process. Shadow Milk Cookie believed he would grow accustomed to your onslaughts of kisses, but he could not prepare for your next deed.

Your tongue glides inside of the slit that marks his Soul Jam, coating the crevice with your saliva. That marks the moment you break Shadow Milk Cookie, who releases a high-pitched mewl in response. His quivering will never come to an end at this point. He was left with a shred of sanity before, but now? You have taken his stability and his dignity.

There is only so much the jester can handle. Shadow Milk Cookie goes limp in your arms. He fainted from the pure elation, one he had not even experienced in his earlier days. Maybe now he will stop inferring things about you. It rarely ends well.

At the moment, you have an extremely vulnerable beast in your arms. The power you hold is immeasurable, literally. Yet you would rather his minions not take sights on him. It is not the worst option to keep him to yourself for the time being.

You will be right by his side when he wakes—only to tease him for the way he behaved. And probably go about it again.

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swordgrace · 4 months ago

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❝ 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. ❞

┊ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after your husband returns from battle in the riverlands, you share a rather passionate moment together.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: robb stark x baratheon!reader.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.8K.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (mdni), smut with fluff, lots of teasing and sweet banter, robb is a chronic yearner, hint of dirty talk, making out, hair pulling, wet robb (he was in the rain), unprotected p in v sex, obligatory stark breeding kink, missionary position + prone bone, scratching, biting, robb is horrendously down bad.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I wrote this because I was rewatching S2 of Game of Thrones and got hot & bothered. End of story. I have a lot of smaller works like this in-progress! I feel like this is not good as my usual stuff but y’know! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! 🫶

Tides of thunder echoed over tempestuous skies, darkened by a deluge, lightning piercing wisps of veiled cloud, akin to slicing steel. Rain fell in gray sheets, bathing the Riverlands in a bitter chill, encampment blanketed by an assailing squall.

For a sennight, the weather had raged, weeping icy tears onto both Stark and Lannister armies.

Murky were the marshlands of the Riverlands, the Green Fork’s banks now laden with silty earth and sunken grass; still, the deluge persisted without any end in sight.

Despite the sour conditions of the outside world, you were fortunate to remain within the sanctuary of your tent, one shared with your husband, Robb Stark. The King in the North valiantly took to the battlefield, blood hot with the surge of war, desiring to sink his fangs into Lannister footsoldiers.

Worry often stirred within your heart, concerned for his wellbeing — it didn’t begin that way. At first conception of your betrothal, you and Robb began as acquaintances, a Baratheon and a Stark, a byproduct of Robert’s longstanding relationship with the late Lord Eddard.

Sometimes, the sting of discomfort lingered; two youths spouting oaths thrust upon them by their forebears. Now, you often prayed for Robb’s safe return, pleading to the Seven that he would be unscathed, his safety paramount.

Without Robb, you had nothing — no allies, no friends, and no family.

Robb had treated you exceedingly well, his gentleness disarming yet gallant when it came to you, his heart honorable yet steeped in vengeance. He had grown fond of you, if not adoring, and you grew rather attached, in turn.

Thunder snarled at your doorstep, an ugly rippling that shook the skies, made them tremble in terror. A shiver passed through you as whistling gales shrieked outside, your tent well-fortified, but the torrential downpour proved to be a relentless beast, drenching any who stood within its path.

With the hour of the wolf upon you, exhaustion had not yet nipped at your heels, nervousness keeping you awake. It became difficult to seek true respite when Robb was away, and you feared that if you closed your eyes, he would slip from your grasp while you slept.

Busying yourself with menial tasks, you took to reading, swathed in his cloak, one given to you nearly a moon ago; a woodland scent clung to thick pelts. A silken nightgown accentuated your frame, hidden beneath wolf’s fur, your bed something of a refuge.

Candlelight flickered, wavering in the midst of the storm’s fury, an orange glow spreading warmth throughout the pavilion’s interior. A sharp clap of thunder made you lurch forward, gooseflesh icing your spine, grip tightening upon your book.

Concern festered violently within your belly, a volatile sensation, one that brought you not a shred of comfort. It made you sick, worrying about Robb to such an unhealthy degree, but you couldn’t help it — war was cruel, as unforgiving as it was callous, culling sheep to the butcher’s block.

As you turned the page, parchment proved to be a rather uninteresting diversion, more vexing than it was intriguing. If it weren’t for your current state, swaddled comfortably within the furs, you might’ve been pacing, restlessness akin to some plague, haunting your every step.

Rest eluded you, until it didn’t.

Unable to recall when you had drifted off, book splayed open within your lap, your position indicated that you had fallen asleep amidst your worrying. You kept yourself angled toward the tent’s mouth, hoping to see Robb emerge at some point during the night.

The Young Wolf’s victory was hard-fought, an ambush through the thick of dusk, effectively dismantling Jaime Lannister’s host entirely, the Kingslayer now taken captive. Men had been taken in the process, such was the heavy toll of war, a burden he now shouldered as King.

Eager to return to you, Robb moved through the pavilion’s burlap flaps, shouldering past the canvas as he stepped inside, auburn curls plastered to his skull. Soaked to the bone, the warmth of his quarters was a welcome relief, chest heaving with a soft exhale.

Cerulean hues waded through his surroundings, finding your slumbering form huddled within his cloak, brows furrowed even as you slept. Affection swelled within his heart, a sentiment he did not think himself capable of, many moons ago.

With hushed footfalls, Robb silently rustled about, desiring to let you have your rest. As much as he longed to rouse you, he knew the toll this war had taken on you, as much as it did him. Unburdening himself of damp furs, he stepped closer, within arm’s reach of you.

Calloused fingertips lightly traced your crown, as soft as a doe, a threadbare smile painting his rugged countenance as he lowered himself onto the feathered paillasse. In a wordless rapture, he ogled your visage, a thing of true beauty, tresses somewhat mussed from sleep.

Fingers remained tense within his cloak, as if you clung to it even when dormant, cheek pressed against the pillow. He found you enchanting, beguiling — if it weren’t for your Baratheon blood, you might’ve made a bewitching sorceress.

Robb’s warm gaze shifted toward the book, nestled comfortably beside your lap, parchment parted to reveal the page you’d left off on. Each shallow sigh you took exuded sweetness, visage worn with inklings of worry, the rest of it somewhat peaceful.

Beyond the tent, the tempest screamed into the night, washing away the blood of both Stark and Lannister into the Green Fork. Dampened leathers clung to him, soaked through coarse linens beneath, the feeling a touch discomforting.

Auburn curls remained slick with rain, droplets continuing to roll from his temples; carrying with him the scent of petrichor and firewood, tinged with faint copper. As his fingertips graced the soft plane of your cheek, he lightly brushed aside locks of hair, relieving them from your brow.

Stirring from hibernation, a low hum tumbling past your lips, limbs aching with the heaviness of sleep. Robb did not intend to wake you, though it seemed much too late for that, his caress rousing you from what appeared as a deep slumber.

“Robb?” With a groggy croak, your lashes fluttered in rapid succession, brows still creased as you readjusted to your surroundings. To your complete surprise, there he sat, soaked as if he’d been wading through an ocean.

“I didn’t intend to wake you.” Robb’s Northern timbre hung heavy with an apology, thumb gingerly caressing your jaw as you moved to sit. Before another remark could escape him, your arms flung around him, drenched or not, clinging to him in an embrace as hot as fire.

“I don’t care,” Breathless, you refused to yield, nearly crushing him against you, if there were plausible. One palm settled atop the small of your back, the other cradling the base of your skull, calloused digits perusing through your satiny tresses. “I prayed for your safe return.”

He missed you terribly, more than he truly thought possible — Robb yearned for your presence, away on the banks of the Fork, dreaming of returning to you with each clash of steel.

Rugged lips peppered your temples, foreheads brushing against the other as he held you tightly. With each inhale, you breathed him in, fearing he might dissipate from your grasp.

“It was a hard-fought victory,” Ice-laden breath plumed across your brow as Robb exhaled, brow stalwart. “A blow hard enough to knock the wind from Tywin Lannister.” A pang of venom snaked through his words as he mentioned the Lannisters.

It was Joffrey’s head he wanted — golden crown mounted upon a spike, Lannister dead littering the South, wolves howling. The death of Eddard Stark was still an open wound, its sting evergreen, heart continuing to bleed in the wake of such atrocities committed against his family.

Empathy wept from your being, understanding of Robb’s plight, of his desire to purge the Lannisters and avenge Lord Stark’s passing. “I am thankful that you returned safely — unscathed, I should hope.” A sigh creased with worry left you, palms splayed across his chest.

A bemused chuckle escaped him as you surveyed for any injuries, only to find an endless sea of wet clothing and taut muscle — he must’ve been caught within the storm for hours. Caged beside him, you felt such relief, knowing that he was safe. “I am unharmed, I promise.”

“Gods, Robb — you are completely drenched,” An ebullient laugh spilled from your mouth, a heavenly sound that caused his breath to hitch. He smirked in the wake of your innocuous observation, azure hues dancing precociously. “You must be freezing.”

“Better now, thanks to you.” A twinkle of mischief sparkled within his gaze, the adrenaline of battle beginning to dissipate, leaving only a blossoming sense of triumph. Mouths gently sought another, tangling together for a soft kiss, one that roused a flame within his heart.

Wreathed in a thinly-veiled desire, Robb’s kiss echoed wantonly through your marrow, culling desire to the surface. Hands steadied themselves against your hips, reveling at your body, the way you molded yourself to him without a shred of hesitation.

Droplets of dew trickled onto your nose, the remains of the deluge still rolling from his tresses. He felt your smile, tangible against his mouth, thumb drawing circles to the swell of your waist. Still, his lips did not falter, growing with fervency.

It was you who withdrew first, fingertips ghosting over his countenance, over the light dusting of freckles beneath his eyes. From the first glimpse of your husband, you found him captivating, more handsome than any before him.

“You smell of wet wolf,” Tinged with amusement, the gentle lull of your cadence set his nerves ablaze, a huff leaving him as he playfully nipped at your bottom lip. “Robb! You must change!” Weak protests did little to deter your husband, who planted a kiss to your throat.

“As my lady commands.” Teasingly, his teeth scraped over your flesh before he departed, amusement clinging to his expression. It was comforting to return to you this way — despair nonexistent, with a sense of reprieve.

Moving from your bed, Robb went about unfastening his breastplate, prying leather aside, hoping to let it dry sometime on the morrow. It was the dead of dusk, the wolf’s hour, and yet he remained unburdened by exhaustion, instead replaced by exhilaration.

In rapturous silence, you sheepishly ogled your husband from where you sat, wandering eyes finding favor in his toned musculature. Robb was lean and hungry, a man turned wolf, tossing his tunic over the back of a wooden chair.

A generous smattering of freckles blanketed his back, pale flesh like marble, carved from stone. Dusky-auburn hair peppered his chest, like kisses of fire, broad shoulders turned a sculpture through smoldering candlelight.

Even from where he stood, your smitten hues pierced through him, as sharp as any blade, though it lacked such malice. Pearlescent teeth flashed in your direction, a knowing grin as he searched for a dry doublet, bare above the waist.

“You lack subtlety, my Lady.” Robb scoffed, catching you in the act, wolfish teeth around your throat. Words turned to ash upon your tongue, any retort smothered within your mouth, then and there. Instead, your features warmed as if it were a midsummer’s day.

Floating from the bedstead, you stepped forward, retrieving a cloth as you placed it atop his head, attempting to dry his soaked curls. “Perhaps it wasn’t my intention to be subtle, but for you to know that I find you painfully handsome.” With a sweeter remark, he found it difficult to tease you.

Allowing you to lavish him in plentiful sentiments, his frame shook with laughter, attempting to remain lighthearted in the wake of such a monumental victory. “Painfully handsome,” He parroted, a coarse tunic hanging between his fingers. “Is that so?”

As you dragged the swath of cloth over his crown, Robb stilled, chest reverberating with a subtle grunt. He found solace in your embrace, one that remained endlessly gentle, collecting rainwater from his tresses. Thumbs traced circles near his temples, swiping droplets aside.

“I may revoke my compliment if you continue to vex me,” Despite the playful lilt of your warning, Robb withheld a grin, curls now disheveled, partially dampened even still. Draping the cloth over the back of his neck, your wrist became ensnared within his grasp. “Robb.”

“Vex you? I dare not evoke your scorn,” A hint of a smirk betrayed his stony countenance, pearlescent teeth glinting, catching upon a sliver of dwindling light. Calloused digits stroked your flesh, gaze softening as you hid beneath your lashes. “You’re incredibly beautiful.”

A smile as gentle as springtime warmed your features, visage glittering with a thinly-veiled jubilation, heart fluttering beneath your breast. It was the very same smile he’d become enamored with in the beginning of your betrothal.

Robb brought you closer, able to catch your saccharine scent, an amalgamation of honeyed florals. “Is that so?” The tenderness of your cadence was unmistakable.

A low huff rippled through his throat, lips parting in incredulity, admiring both your charming wit and beguiling appearance. Songs would be sung of your beauty, regaled by those you glimpsed you; he found himself to be exceedingly fortunate.

Bewitched, Robb’s lips bridged the distance, already worn thin after he’d coaxed you closer. Mouths became immersed in a mutual heat, a dance of hearts — you succumbed so very quickly to it all, hands clamoring to hold fast against his nape.

A muscled arm slithered around your hips, caging you in against him, physique still damp from soaked garments. Even then, he warmed in your presence, exuding heat of a different breed, one born of desire that lingered within your heart and his.

His mind neglected to linger upon the hardships of war, with little desire to tarry within battle — instead, losing himself within your lips seemed a better fate than many. Awe glistened within your hues, a gaze that held an immeasurable affection, fingers interlaced between his shoulders.

Whatever frustrations he had coiled themselves into his muscle, anguish turned into action, crushing it all beneath the weight of your adoration. It was difficult to maintain any shred of propriety, throat rippling with a grunt as his teeth snagged across your bottom lip.

Steady hands knead eagerly into the swell of your hips, blood singing wantonly as the two of you unceremoniously clamor for your shared bed. Furs kiss flesh, nightgown still concealing your body from him, though it doesn’t seem to last for very long.

“Robb,” A gasp of startlement slips from you, thoroughly enthralled by his sudden blaze of furious desire, mouth as ravenous as a wolf. Kisses trail from your jaw to throat, jugular blanketed in passionate pecks and teasing nips. “Whatever is the matter?”

He knows you tease him, but he’s relentless, burrowing between your thighs as you welcome him with a thinly-concealed glee. “You,” Robb huffs, fire etched into your collar as he lavishes you in endless kisses, hands wrestling with silk and velvet. “A pretty distraction, you are.”

Lacking any malice, you feel his physique quiver with laughter, countenance alight with lascivious amusement. It eases your nerves, giggles tapering off into delighted sighs as he unburdens you of your nightgown, swatting the gaudy fabrics aside.

Gossamer curls around your frame, material dangerously transparent, candlelight casting you waning embers. His breath hitches, a subtle sound that fades as soon as it occurs, cerulean gaze beset by a fervent ardor.

The soft peaks of your breasts pebble beneath your shift, though it is of little consequence to your husband, who eases it down to place his mouth against your chest. A moan draws from your lips, gooseflesh icing your spine.

A strong, firm hand palms at your thigh, roughened digits grazing beneath the hem of your shift, guiding the fabric toward your hips. As Robb lovingly caresses the length of your leg, your hands tangle against his nape, raking through damp, auburn curls.

The scratch of his beard prompts you to gnaw at the flesh of your cheek, a sensation that leaves naught but ash in its wake, arousal beginning to stir within your belly. A wolfish hunger claws at Robb, lips descending upon your breast, lavishing satiny flesh in countless kisses.

Legs shift against him, thighs haplessly squeezing at his leather-clad hips, nails sinking into his skin. A blissful whimper erupts through your diaphragm, taking with it each wisp of air, lungs stinging with exhilaration.

“Robb!” A moan, strangled within your throat; desire screams within your marrow, as violent as the crash of a tidal wave, heat flooding your insides. He has only been with you, and yet he seems well-versed, practiced in navigating your body.

Lips release your breast from his maw, mouth raking fiery kisses through your sternum, teeth piercing soft skin as he trails towards your mouth once more. Hands fly to the leather ties of his breeches, swift and needy, aiming to cement this heated tryst.

Arousal warms your nethers, belly rolling into taut coils of excitement, bodies flush, the space between all but nonexistent. It is all done in some frenzy, nerves crackling with fire as you keep your legs parted, shift disheveled, fabric wrenched in all directions.

The hotblooded fervor of youth prevails, wanton need exchanged between your flesh, all heat and desire. Through the brief clamor of Robb wrangling against leather trousers enough to free his cock, you coax him in for a kiss, his smile palpable through joined lips.

Outside, the deluge continues its torrential assault, winds whipping against sturdy canvas, the onslaught of the tempest providing ample ambiance. A strangled moan pierces your lungs as his cock presses against your petals, swollen head dragging through a time or two.

A breathy ‘fuck’ spilled from his lips, caught between wanton sighs and groans of rapture. The warmth between breath and body kept you feeling feverish, and you hitched one leg around his hips, evoking a growl from your wolfish paramour.

Translucent fabric pools around the swell of your hips, cunt growing slick with your nectar as Robb briefly dips his hand between you, a chuckle resonating through him. As deft fingers rake embers over your nethers, you writhe, unable to mask the choked whine that splits your diaphragm.

“Already?” Robb taunts, more loving and mischievous than cruel, pressing a hot, sharp kiss to the sensitive flesh beneath your jaw. “Didn’t have to touch you for it.” The naked reality of his amorous truth makes you flush, with no retort to make the embarrassment any less.

There is no place to hide from his smoldering stare, merely averting your gaze instead, but he’s swift to intercept, mouth reaffirming its hold upon you. Each kiss is a shockwave, rattling through your bones, bringing with it a fire that demands to be squashed.

“You are cruel.” Your words hold no bite to them, spoken through a partial moan that makes him yearn, ravenous lust festering within him like a plague. Teeth capture your bottom lip briefly, your eyes doelike and permeated by crystalline ardor.

Robb chuffs, the noise possessing a playful lilt as his thumb briefly circles the pearl of your cunt, toying with the clutch of nerves. “Am I?” His Northern timbre fills your stomach with molten heat, coalescing between your thighs as you suppress a hapless whimper.

Through half-lidded lashes, your gaze falls upon Robb with incredulity, lips parting as bliss unfurls from your visage. Any jocular feeling seems to dissipate, giving way to a sudden neediness, his cock incessantly urging against your nethers with wanton desire.

Azure hues burn with lust intermingled with adoration, no longer veiled as it sits heavy upon his rugged countenance. Lips hungrily capture your own, his position readjusting as a firm hand parts your legs, kneading over the plush flesh of your thigh.

Hips lightly rut forward, the friction crackling between flush bodies, evoking a sharp moan from your mouth. A grunt stirs from his chest, akin to the feral snarl of a wolf, ensuring that you’re comfortable before he begins to tilt forward.

A sob of delight wracks through your frame, a shiver slithering along your spine as Robb groans, burying his mouth into the hollow of your shoulder.

As he moves forward, his cock beginning to sheathe itself within your cunt, your nails dig crescents into the nape of his neck, back arching forward.

Carnality consumes you like some blistering fever, sinking its talons into you, as sharp as knives that stab at your belly. Robb’s passion is one you revel in, knowing his appetite is often an insatiable thing, one that you gleefully partake in.

Everything is heated, desirous — flesh to flesh, hearts clawing for one another, limbs entangled. A well-fought victory made his blood run with adrenaline’s cry, coupled with his own ardor for you, something that he no longer is shy in sharing.

Canines nip at the satiny flesh of your shoulder, hot breath pluming over your skin, causing you to shudder as he adopts a sluggish rhythm, allowing you a moment to relax. Digits grip at the auburn curls of his nape, countenance flourishing with inklings of bliss.

“Robb,” A breathy sigh tumbles from your lips, clinging to him as if you were drowning, body aching for him in every way imaginable. His ministrations are deliberate, rhythm drawn-out, intended to torment you. “Please.”

Foreheads brush against one another, his chest stinging with an incendiary want, brows creased in concentration. It is a slow incline, hips rutting against yours, friction simmering, akin to a flame roaring to life.

A low, animalistic groan tears through his maw, sending a cascade of shivers throughout your body, born of a tantalizing excitement. With each sluggish rut of his hips, you feel everything, his cock rocking into you with a rhythm that only seems to climb higher, higher still.

In the wake of war, it is you he dreams of, thoughts constantly torn asunder, between the mantle of an unwanted leadership and being your husband. It is not an easy task, this balance — yet, he finds himself wishing to forsake his kingly duties, if it meant a second spent within your presence.

Sighs tangle together in a heated snare, flesh joining, a fervent heat slithering between bodies. One hand departs from his tresses, reaching for his forearm, muscle taut beneath your fingertips as digits intertwine, now pressed into the furs.

Robb’s grunts are strained with pleasure, intensity building as he seizes your leg, hitching it further around his hips, angle deepening. A blissful cry emerges from your lips, visage contorted into one of ecstasy as the newfound position makes your heart shriek with desire.

“I thought of you, while away,” The husky cadence of his lull stokes a volatile fire within you, belly coiled into knots of excitement. Words plume against your collar, whispered like some fiery brand, emblazoned upon your heart. “Wanting to feel your body.” A growl sent shivers through your spine.

Awestruck surprise rippled through your brow, gaze briefly locking with his own, subservient to the starving rapture that lingered within his eyes. A darkened, auburn beard scratched ragged against your countenance, lips marred by another kiss, enough to rip the air from your lungs.

Candlelight wavered, casting pools of an ember glow across his flesh, now dappled with perspiration and remnants of rainwater. Mouths clashed in a passionate duel, poured with a thinly-veiled desperation, thigh quivering within his grasp.

Rooted within you, Robb’s hips withdrew, enough to rut forward with a sense of urgency, filling you to the brim with his cock. Lewd, crass noises reverberated in the haze of heat that enveloped you, his thrusts gathering in rhythm, becoming more invigorated, ardent. Hands squeezed another, anchored firmly beside your head.

“Gods, I need you,” It was nearly forced from you, choking upon a delighted sob that wretched from your lips, which clamored for his own. A low whimper left you as he snapped forward, letting passion and want pour into each ministration, cock sheathing itself inside of your aching cunt. “Robb!”

Heat persisted even still, gazes meeting with such ardor, causing you to shiver beneath his stare. Arousal permeated between your thighs, slick and ambrosial, the scent of coupling invading your senses.

A shudder wracked him, as sharp as steel as your nethers clenched around him, taking him perfectly, as if you were molded entirely for him. Nails pressed crimson indents into his back, nearly scratching at his pale flesh as he continued to urge forward, cock kissing your womb.

“Turn over.” Filled with a strenuous impetuosity, an urgency that is nearly a whine, you obey with a sudden swiftness, clamoring to move onto your stomach. He does not take you callously, blanketing your body with his own, chest flush to your back.

Fiery lips brand themselves to your shoulder, forehead brushing over your dampened flesh, a moan tearing through your throat as he enters you once more. It is laden with haste, actions done in a flurry of passion, your legs spread apart as he thrusts with a wanton vigor.

Still, your hands are interlocked at one side, the other fisting at the sheets, Each rut of his hips are drawn-out, deliberate; it is a lascivious torture that torments the both of you, cunt tightening pathetically around his length.

It was this intense pace that you so adored, craved — it kept you grounded, made you understand the depths of his growing devotion. A breathy string of expletives flutters from your lips, joined by his cacophony of low grunts, steaming sighs pluming over your shoulder.

Within your belly, a fire stirs, billowing into a blissful oblivion — arousal coalesces between your thighs, a slick ambrosia that only seems to grow. Robb groans, pressing a string of kisses to the space between your shoulders, teeth grazing over unblemished flesh.

Grunts continued to spill beside your ear as he reached his peak, but you were already there. It was a perfect storm of sensations, ones that made you delirious with desire, crying out to the heavens. A sharp moan punctured your lungs, lips agape as your hips erratically rocked into the furs.

Calloused digits flexed against your own, and you met your release with a haze of white, a blinding heat that nearly dazed you. It was sticky and desirous, a union of bodies that had craved another, come to find their respite in such salaciousness.

“Robb!” A sweet moan left you as you reached your pinnacle, and he joined you, hips thrusting forward once more, gentler and steady. A coil of heat began to unfurl within the both of you, bodies constantly shifting against the other, an amalgamation of friction.

With an incessant throbbing, he released his seed within you, painting your insides with a wave of warmth. He kissed your shoulder even still, visage momentarily buried against the crook of your neck, beard scratching ragged along the hollow of your throat.

Lungs burned as the both of you gasped for air, caught within the aftermath, an afterglow so satisfying that it brought some semblance of light to your shared tent. Robb allowed himself to stay sheathed within you for a moment more, lips curling into a smile.

Clinging to composure, he sluggishly tumbled to his back, propped up against the pillows, allowing you to be absolved of his weight. As you reached for your shift, he canted his head to one side, unable to suppress his bemused grin.

“Getting dressed already?” Teasingly, he reached for you, arms caging in around you as he tugged you backward, though the garment was already halfway settled upon your frame. “Hiding won’t change anything.”

Laughter spilled from your lips, tapering into squeaks of amusement as he planted messy kisses all over your neck. “Stop it!” Despite your numerous protests, they seemed to fall upon deaf ears as he eased you against his chest.

With a warm chuckle, Robb decided to let it rest, tugging you into the expanse of his body, feeling your cheek press along his collar. “You are so beautiful,” He murmured, hand moving to idly massage your hip, inhaling a gust of your scent. “Very beautiful.”

“Hm,” A gentle hum fluttered from you, head canting upwards, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Do you think that this deluge will pass?” It was an idle inquiry — this raging tempest had struck a sliver of fear into you, the rain howling outside, a clap of thunder piercing black skies.

“Soon, I think,” Robb’s eyes began to crinkle. “Why? Does it frighten you, my wife?” His teasing was endearing, a persistent banter that had always felt so effortless between you, something lighthearted to remove the edge of frustration. If he did not jest often, he became overwhelmed with anguish.

“No,” You mumbled, wincing at the flash of lightning that pooled through the burlap canvas, earning you a warm laugh from your Northern paramour. “A little, perhaps. That is why I have you to shield me from the storm.” Lips curled into an ebullient smile, and Robb was enthralled.

Beguiled, the Young Wolf planted a kiss to your brow, a comforting gesture. “I’ll keep you safe — I can promise you that.” It was a solemn oath made in the throes of youth, a determination that Robb wore as a cloak.

When the first splinter of dawn had struck down the black tides of the storm, bringing with it glitters of daylight, he kept you safe, even still.

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── ﹙✧﹚rough morning sex, unprotected sex, messy, spit, p in v, pet names, dom! Heeseung, dirty talk, oral sex (f. received) creampie, mdni.

The rain pounded against the windows with hypnotic insistence, dripping sound filling the room. And inside, between tangled sheets, the kisses turned into moans. sticky, slow, desperate. Mouths devoured each other with primal hunger, tongues intertwined, saliva shared, and the touch of naked bodies grinding.

Your eyes were still closed, eyelashes heavy with the remnants of sleep, but they didn't stop your body from responding. It wasn't the cold that woke you, but Heeseung's insistent pressure on you; his chest pressed against your breasts, his warm breath on your neck, and his hard, hot cock rubbing between your legs with brutal slowness, brushing against your wet slit, throbbing with anticipation.

“Wake up, my pretty baby.” he growled against your ear, his voice husky, drenched with desire. “I’m not skip fucking you all morning until you can’t even walk.”

A shaky moan escaped your lips, the wetness between your thighs turning into a puddle. The glans of his cock, thick and dripping, slid into your swollen pussy, smearing itself with your fluids. He played with your entrance, teasing you, moistening the tip without entering, only rubbing in circles, grazing your swollen clit.

“H-Heeseung…” you whispered, your voice breathy, more of a plea than a word.

“Shut up and feel,” he murmured before devouring your mouth, his tongue invading you, his hand pinning your wrists against the pillow. And then he did it : he thrust into you all at once, his cock burying itself deep inside you, opening you with a delicious hardness, shattering you with a stifled moan.

The stretch was brutal and perfect. You felt him fill every corner, his thickness parting your sensitive walls, making you vibrate. The sheets twisted beneath you, soaked with sweat and moisture. He began to move, slow, deep, each thrust a delicious invasion, each hip thrust a glorious punishment. Your legs trembled, your pussy dripped, your nipples brushed against his chest with each thrust.

"Look at me" he growled, his teeth clenched, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held you. "look at me while I fuck you so deep you won't think of anyone else."

And you did. Your eyes met his, dark, devouring, fixed on you as if you were prey. His hair fell over his forehead, his jaw clenched, sweat trickling down his neck. It was pure, brutal desire. And it was all for you.

Your body reacted like a starving whore, your back arched, seeking more, your clit rubbing with each thrust, the walls of your pussy squeezing him hard as if you were trying to keep him inside. You felt the orgasm building, slow, unstoppable, like a beast awakening.

"Like that... fuck me like that, more..." you moaned, your voice broken, needy, trembling.

That was the trigger. His rhythm became wild. He released one of your hands only to grab your neck firmly, pressing just enough to make you tremble. His cock slid in and out of you with obscene sounds, dripping your juices, each thrust wilder, more desperate.

"This pussy is mine. You're mine. Do you hear me?" he growled against your ear, licking, biting.

And then you exploded.

The orgasm shook you like an electric shock. You screamed his name, your legs buckled, your cunt throbbed like crazy, squeezing him so hard he let out a guttural moan, a stifled curse. He didn't stop. He kept fucking you, riding your spasms, until with a deep grunt he spilled inside you, filling you with his hot cum, pumping in thick waves, while his body trembled on yours.

Only the rain filled the silence, and the sound of his breathing against your neck. Still inside you, Heeseung remained still, crushing you with his warm weight. Then he released your other hand and caressed your face with a savage tenderness.

“Good morning, darling" he whispered, kissing you slowly, with a dirty smile. "I hope you don't have plans today, because I'm not finished yet".

You knew it. You felt it in his cock, still throbbing inside you, hardening again.

He pulled out of you slowly, his cum dripping, sliding down your open thighs, soiling the sheets. The frigid air made you shiver, but you didn't have time to react. He grabbed you by the waist and flipped you onto your stomach with one firm movement, propping your hips up with a pillow. Your pussy was dripping, the thick liquid dripping uncontrollably, and your body was still shuddering from the throes of orgasm.

"Look at you... soaked and open, begging for more." he growled, positioning himself behind you, his hands gripping your wrists against the mattress.

He plunged back into you with a single thrust. His cock filled you again, stretching you further. His pelvis slammed against your buttocks, the wet sound of skin against skin bouncing around the room. He began to fuck you with a brutal rhythm, each thrust a declaration of power, each gasp a promise.

"You're so fucking tight after you cum," he gasped, his voice hoarse, cracking. "This messy little cunt is swallowing me whole."

You couldn't think. You just moaned, your face pressed into a pillow, your legs spread, taking it all in. You felt the liquids trickle down your swollen lips, the friction driving you wild. His hand moved down your back, grabbed your hair, and pulled back, forcing you to raise your face.

"Tell me whose pussy this is" he growled against your ear.

"Yours... it's yours, only yours!" you cried shamelessly, breathlessly.

That drove him wild. He fucked you harder, the wild thrusts of his pelvis drawing broken moans from you. His nails dug into your skin, his breath burned hot on you, and his cock continued to pierce you, hitting your cervix as if he wanted to split you open.

The second orgasm came without permission. Your muscles contracted violently, your pussy squeezing him so tightly that he forced a loud moan, releasing himself inside you again with a thick, hot cum, flooding you to the core. He trembled on top of you, gripping your hips as if he were about to break, and then he collapsed on top of you, panting, covering you with his sweaty body.

"You're mine..." he whispered one last time, licking the sweat from your back as his cum dripped from your open pussy, a perfect blend of lust, wild love, and eternal need.

Before you could respond, he sat up, sliding out of you with a wet, obscene smack. The mixture of his fluids with yours gushed shamelessly, seeping between your open lips, soiling your thighs and the sheets with a dirty, viscous, delicious heat.

He took you by the waist and forced you to turn again, making you lie on your back, your legs spread and trembling. He watched you like that, undone, soaked, your pussy reddish and throbbing, completely exposed under his gaze.

"Look how you leave me, baby" he growled, and with one hand he stroked his cock, which still stood firm, thick, and glistening with fluids. "I'm going to fill you more . You're going to take it all like the good girl you are for me, do you understand?"

Without giving you time, he leaned between your legs and his mouth sank directly into your cunt.

It was brutal. His tongue forced its way between your swollen lips, gathering the thick mixture of semen and juices with a desperate hunger. He licked you as if he were cleansing you from the inside out, as if your taste was the only nourishment he needed to live. Every movement was messy, noisy, conscious of letting you hear how wet you were, how full he'd left you.

His lips sucked on your clit with such precise pressure that your body arched automatically, trembling. He held you tight so you couldn't escape, his fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue became more insistent, faster, thrusting in and out, licking every corner of your vulva, every sensitive fold, every drop that trickled from your insides.

"God... Heeseung..." you cried, breathless, your fingers buried in his hair, your eyes clouded with pleasure.

Your orgasm came without permission again, an uncontrollable explosion that shook you whole. Your back arched violently, your thighs clamped down against his face, and your body shuddered as Heeseung's tongue continued to lick you with devotion, as if wanting to absorb every contraction, every drop of your climax.

But it didn't end there.

As soon as you realized it, he crawled on top of you, and with a single movement, he thrust into you again.

His cock slammed back in like a hot, wet piston, sliding easily through everything he had just caused. The first thrust was savage. The second, even deeper. And the third made you whimper loudly, your still-sensitive body trembling under each stroke.

This time it wasn't controlled.

It was a merciless fuck.

Heeseung fucked you with the ferocity of someone who needs to mark you from the inside, someone who wants you to be unable to sit, walk, or think of anything but him. He grabbed your ankles, lifted them to rest on his shoulders, and began to thrust into you with all the force of his hips, bouncing you against the bed, the sound of sex filling the room like a constant scream.

"Is that what you wanted? For me to break your pussy again?" he spat between gasps, as he fucked you with a rhythm that bordered on the violent.

"Yes... yes, ruin me, baby, don't stop... please" you begged, no longer able to think, to reason, you only felt.

The mattress creaked, the sheets wrinkled, and you screamed shamelessly. Sweat trickled down, mingled with the hot fluids soaking your thighs and pussy. It was wild, raw, immoral. And it was perfect.

With one hand, he leaned toward you and spat directly into your mouth.

"Swallow it." he ordered in a deep voice, as he continued to move inside you.

And you did it, with pleasure, with eagerness, moaning with his saliva mixed with yours still on your tongue, while your inner walls squeezed him again with the arrival of a new orgasm, wetter, more urgent, more devastating.

Heeseung roared when he felt you squeeze him again, his hands moving to your throat and squeezing firmly, while his pelvis slammed against yours in murderous thrusts.

"Come again, babygirl. Do it again…" he growled through his teeth, his brow furrowed.

And you did. Your body broke, the pleasure so intense it made you cry, literally. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as your body convulsed beneath his.

That was when he unleashed himself completely.

His orgasm was brutal. He pushed himself in deep and filled you once more, panting, cursing, trembling. His semen spurted out again in ropes, spilling into you with such volume that you felt it oozing out from the sides with each contraction.

He stayed there, inside you, still throbbing, both of you panting, his body completely surrendered to yours, covering you like a burning shadow. And then, in absolute silence, he kissed your forehead, with absurd sweetness.

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Girl, since you mention the OP dilfs, I would LOVE to see some headcanons or something about either how they flirt with you or when they realize they like you 👀👀👀

you can add who you like but I’m begging for Shanks and Mihawk ✨🧍🏽‍♀️

hi!!!!! I went with 'realising they like you, and I actually added most of the dilfs. hope you enjoy 🤤🙏

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Realising He's In Love | ♡

characters: beckman, buggy, crocodile, dragon, mihawk, shanks, smoker

cw: fem!reader, crocodile's is suggestive,

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Beckman

Beckman realises his love for you on a random cold morning.

It's a very rare calm day aboard the force. Beckman, sitting in a chair on the deck, listens to those of his crewmates who are awake this early, navigating around the ship. He hears your voice humming a pretty tune. He hears the clanking of pans in the background, giving away your location.

When he enters the kitchen, he sees you dancing around and helping yourselves to Lucky Roux's ingredients.

“Whatcha doing?” he asks. He laughs as you jump, startled by his interruption.

“It's kind of chilly out, and you were running a little cold this morning, so I'm making us some nice warm breakfast,” you say, adding ingredients to a pan. Your desire to take care of him warms him up enough already. He walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. He buries his face into your neck as he hums in response. The domesticity of it slaps him in the face. A warmth spreads through his body. He understands, in this moment, what it is to truly love someone, but he'll keep it as his little secret for a while longer

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Buggy

Everyone is so mean to him. All his life, he's been treated poorly. Then he meets you; you're a subordinate of Mihawk's that he's brought along to the cross guild. Mihawk is a solitary creature, so the fact he keeps you around must mean you hold some value to him. This fact scares Buggy; it makes him distrust you, even if you're so kind to him.

You talk to him gently, offer to pour him drinks when he stops by Mihawk's tent and patch him up when his two business partners beat him down. At first, he thinks you have alternative motives, that this is a ploy, and you're going to hurt him in some way. Then, he thinks you're patronising him and taking pity on his poor soul.

It takes Mihawk stomping his boot down a little too hard, which causes you to step in and beg your boss to back off, to make him realise you genuinely care about him. You standing up to Mihawk despite what repercussions it may have is the day he realises that he doesn't ever want you to leave.

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Crocodile

He's pretty into you from the beginning, but he doesn't fall quickly. You're a colleague, a hard worker, and he likes you. He takes you to many galas and events and proposes that the two of you should work together more often. That leads to the two of you being tangled in the sheets, and Crocodile makes it clear to you that this ‘relationship’ is sexual in nature and nothing more. You're fond of the man, but you keep your feelings to yourself. Until one night when he needs to take his stress out and finds himself unable to be rough with you.

He doesn't lay your back against his sheets, doesn't flip you onto your front and squish your head into the pillows. Instead, in a move that baffles you, he asks you for a kiss. You oblige, seated on his lap on a soft velvet sofa. His hook caresses your leg, keeping you pressed to him while his hands explore you. You gently ask if he's ok, careful not to anger the beast beneath you. He nods, moving his kisses down to your neck. He feels it in his heart, his chest crumbling from the inside as he bares it to you with every kiss placed on your skin.

He laughs at himself as he remembers telling you this was nothing more than sex. What a fool he was.

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Dragon

Dragon and you are dating, and you have been for a while. He's quite frankly terrified of love. He's been there once, and it didn't work out for him. He takes things slowly with you. Every late-night talk and comforting hug in the privacy of your room pulls his heart deeper and deeper.

He realises just how deeply in love he is when he sees you standing with Koala, giving her some advice. Your heart is what attracted him to you in the first place. Seeing you so readily help other people makes him realise just how strongly he feels about you. He more than loves you; he admires you. He approaches you as Koala leaves, looking much calmer than she did before.

“Is she ok?”

“She's fine, honey. Are you ok?” It's a simple question of concern, but it still has his heart squeezing in a way he's never felt before. He kisses you softly, hoping the action will convey his feelings properly.

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Mihawk

He's very straightforward and to the point. He knows what he wants. He realises he likes you pretty much immediately after meeting you.

The first time he meets your eyes from across the bar, he plans to take you back to your home, entertain you and leave you before you wake the next morning. Then he strikes up a conversation with you, and everything changes.

“Can I buy you another drink?” he asks, sliding into the seat next to you.

“Please don't, this cheap wine tastes like shit. I could probably use this as a truth serum against my enemies” You bite, smacking your lips together at the bitter taste. Something about your attitude lights a flame in Mihawk. He's found a kindred spirit in you. A fine woman with a fine taste. Now he's intrigued by you, suddenly struck with a desire to know more.

So he starts talking to you about wine. There's no flirtation in his words, no exaggerated flattery or innuendo. He asks about you, divulges very little about himself and then tells you he found you interesting. He asks if you'd like to go home with him and see his much more impressive collection of wine. Of course, you accept. He lets you break open a well-aged bottle, drinking happily with you.

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Shanks

Oh, he's pathetic, actually. Everyone else realises before he does. He denies it with every fibre of his being. You've known each other for a long time. Every time you touch him, talk back to him, even look at him, his heart stirs. He has to tell himself the tightening of his chest is just the drink catching up to him.

After a night of drinking and joking, you go off to bed. When you part with your captain, you're so drunk that you don't even realise what you're doing and press a goodnight kiss to his cheek. You cart yourself off to bed, tiredly waving at your crew. You go to sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that Shanks is currently turning the colour of his hair while Yasopp and Roux tease him for it. Beckman gives him a look that says, ‘I told you so’.

“I'm not in love with her”, he groans as he's hit with flashes of all the times you've made his heart skip a beat. “ I just think she's beautiful, smart, talented, fun and” he pauses his sentence when he realises he's rambling, rambling about you. “I'm in love with her,” he sighs, putting his head in hand. What kind of captain falls for his crewmate?

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Smoker

Smoker doesn't realise until it's almost too late. The two of you are co-workers and have known each other for years. While working together, an enemy you hadn't noticed takes a shot at you, and Smoker puts himself in the line of fire. The bullet hits his ribcage, and enough of the soldiers under his command help him away to be seen by a doctor.

Seeing that bullet fly towards you had every missed opportunity to kiss you, cycling through his brain. He moved to save you, knowing it would harm him because he realised at that moment he would rather die than spend a single minute without you. He needs you to eat, breathe and sleep. He convinced himself at one point that you two were just inseparable friends, but the singular bullet in his torso had the truth bleeding out of him.

When he wakes up from surgery, you're sat in his hospital room, asleep in a chair next to his bed. His busy heart relaxes, seeing you safe and sound. He considers the bullet a silent vow of protection. A vow he will never break.

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The Best Beast Party

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Minju opened her eyes first, the light from the crack in the curtains piercing the darkened room. Her vision was blurry, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. She took a deep breath, the pain of her bruised ribs reminding her of the night's events. Chaewon's hand was still in hers, a silent testament to their unspoken pact to face this week together.

Slowly, Chaewon stirred beside her, her eyes fluttering open. She took in the room, the mess of discarded clothing and the empty bottles scattered around, a silent monument to their endurance. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a musky aroma that clung to their skin like a second layer.

"Last night was fucking wild," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screams that had long since turned into whimpers. Minju couldn't help but chuckle, the sound strange and foreign in the quiet aftermath. "You can say that again," she replied, her voice equally ravaged by the night's excesses.

They stumbled back to the bed, their legs barely holding them upright. As they collapsed onto the clean sheets, the reality of their situation began to sink in. "I think our holes are broken," Chaewon whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of humor and horror. Minju's laughter was cut short by a wince, her own pussy feeling the truth of those words.

The silence that enveloped them was strange, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the party outside. The villa was their sanctuary, a place where they could recover before the next round of debauchery began. But as Minju lay there, her thoughts began to race. What would this night bring? Would they be able to endure another round of relentless fucking?

As if on cue, the door creaked open, and the local men filed in, each one carrying a small, gourd-shaped bottle filled with a traditional potion. The room grew quiet as they approached the bed, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and something else - something primal. Chaewon's hand tightened around hers, a silent warning.

"What's this?" Minju asked, her voice trembling slightly. One of the men stepped forward, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "It's a local aphrodisiac," he said, his accent thick. "To keep you ready for the night ahead."

Chaewon's eyes grew wide with apprehension. "Another round?" she whispered. The man's smile grew wider. "Oh no," he corrected her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This isn't just another round. This is the main event. We are going to fuck you both, non-stop, until the seventh night."

Before Minju or Chaewon could protest, the men grabbed their heads, forcing the potion down their throats. The liquid burned, a fiery path of desire that seemed to ignite every nerve ending in their bodies. They coughed and sputtered, trying to resist, but the men were insistent, holding their mouths open until the bottles were empty. The potion was unlike anything they had ever tasted, a mix of sweetness and heat that seemed to pulse through their veins.

As the last drops slipped down their throats, the women felt a strange energy fill them. It was as if every cell in their bodies had come alive with a newfound purpose, a hunger that went beyond the physical. Their eyes grew wide with shock as they felt their muscles tighten, their sore pussies contracting with need once again. The room spun around them, the air thick with anticipation.

The local men wasted no time, their cocks already hard and eager as they descended upon the two friends. The moaning started almost immediately, a symphony of pleasure that grew louder with each passing moment. Minju felt her body stretched to its limits as she was filled in every way possible, the sensations overwhelming her senses. Her pussy clenched around the cock inside her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

The cameras rolled, capturing every second of their degradation. The flashes of light pierced the darkness, a silent reminder that they were not just giving themselves to the men, but to an audience of unknown faces. Yet, in that moment, it didn't matter. All that existed was the pleasure, the pain, and the overwhelming desire to come.

The men took them in every conceivable way, pushing them to their limits and beyond. Chaewon's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt a cock slide into her ass, the stretch making her scream. The potion had done its work, and she could feel her body's natural resistance melting away, leaving only the need for more. The golden shower rained down, the warmth of the urine mixing with the stickiness between their legs as they squirted in unison.

The night grew wilder, their bodies a canvas for the men's desires. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sounds of their moans and the slapping of flesh echoing through the room. They were no longer roommates, no longer idol. They had become something else entirely, creatures of pure, unbridled lust.

The potion's effects grew stronger, their bodies responding in ways they had never thought possible. Each orgasm seemed to fuel the next, a never-ending cycle of pleasure that left them both breathless. Minju felt herself being passed from one man to the next, her pussy and mouth never empty, the taste of cum becoming as natural as the salt in the air.

The room grew blurry, the faces of their lovers indistinguishable in the strobe light of the cameras. Yet, through the haze, she felt a strange sense of belonging, a connection to each and every one of them that went beyond the physical. It was as if they had all become part of a single, pulsating organism, each beat of their hearts a testament to their shared desire.

The night was an eternal loop of fucking and moaning, the line between pleasure and pain blurring until it was impossible to tell one from the other. They were the entertainment, the prize that every man sought to claim. Yet, amidst the chaos, Minju and Chaewon remained the calm center, their friendship the unspoken bond that kept them anchored to reality.

As the men took them, the two friends held onto each other, their eyes meeting in silent communication. They were in this together, surviving this week-long gauntlet of sexual excess. Each time one of them screamed, the other would whisper words of encouragement, their intertwined fingers a silent promise that they would not be broken.

And as the night grew long, as the men grew tired and the potion's is work, the room grew quiet. The cameras were still rolling, but the applause had died down to a murmur. Chaewon and Minju lay there, their bodies sticky and bruised, their hearts racing with the aftermath of their experience.

Minju's eyes searched the darkness, the flicker of the candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. "I can't believe we're still going," she whispered to Chaewon, her voice a raspy croak. Chaewon's response was a weak smile, her eyes glazed over with exhaustion. "The potion," she murmured, her body twitching with the aftershocks of another orgasm. "It keeps us... alive."

The local men had taken them to a new level of depravity, their hunger for the women insatiable. Each night brought more extreme acts, more men eager to claim their prize. The fourth night was no exception, as the gangbang continued with an intensity that seemed to defy the very fabric of their beings. They had become sexual marionettes, dancing to the tune of the potion that coursed through their veins.

Their screams had long ago turned to whimpers, their bodies no longer their own. They were the living embodiment of desire, their every hole filled without pause. The men took them in every conceivable way, their hands rough and demanding. The air was thick with the scent of sex, their cries muffled by the pillows shoved into their mouths.

The fourth night grew longer, each minute stretching into an eternity. Their bodies were a tapestry of bruises, their spirits waning, yet the potion's power held them aloft. The men grew more aggressive, their movements more punishing as the night wore on. The camera flashes pierced the darkness like strobe lights in a nightclub, capturing every grimace and tear. Yet, through it all, the two friends remained intertwined, their bodies a tangle of limbs and sweat.

Minju's eyes grew glazed with pain and pleasure, her mind a haze of sensations. She had lost count of the men who had claimed her, of the ropes of cum that filled her to the brim. Chaewon, equally spent, lay beside her, her body a mirror of Minju's own. The men took turns, switching between the two, ensuring that neither was left without attention for too long. Each thrust brought a new wave of agony, yet it was an agony they had come to crave, a testament to the depths of their transformation.

Their pussies, once tight and untouched, had been stretched to their limits, the delicate folds now gaping and sore. Yet, the potion kept them lubricated, their bodies responding with a hunger that seemed never to be satiated. The men's faces were a blur of lust and determination, each eager to leave his mark on the two sex-crazed goddesses. They whispered sweet nothings in their ears, praising their stamina, their beauty, their willingness to submit.

The room was a sea of writhing flesh, the air thick with the scent of cum and sweat. The mattress beneath them was soaked, the sheets sticking to their bodies like a second skin. They were no longer the shy, reserved women who had arrived at the villa a week ago. They had become the embodiment of sexual excess, living out the darkest fantasies of their guests. And as the night grew quiet, the only sound the heavy breathing of the exhausted men, Minju and Chaewon clung to each other, their hearts pounding in unison.

The fifth night brought with it a new level of intensity. The men had heard whispers of their legendary endurance, and they were eager to test it to the fullest. The room was filled with a mix of locals and partygoers, each one eager to have his turn with the infamous duo. The air was charged with excitement, the tension palpable as the first cock slid into Chaewon's willing mouth.

Minju felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration as she watched her friend, her own pussy already being filled by two other men. They had become a well-oiled machine, their bodies responding almost instinctively to the needs of their partners. The potion had not just heightened their desires; it had transformed them into sexual beings who knew no limits.

The men took them without mercy, pushing their bodies to the brink of exhaustion. They were used in every way conceivable, their screams a siren's call to the next round of eager participants. The cameras rolled on, capturing every moment of their degradation. Yet, amidst the chaos, their eyes met, a silent promise that they would not break.

The night grew darker, the candles flickering with each new round of lust. The air was thick with the smell of sex, the sound of their moans a constant backdrop to the rhythmic slapping of flesh. They had become the heartbeat of the party, the pulsing center of an orgy that seemed to have no end. Each orgasm brought with it a mix of pain and pleasure, their bodies trembling with the force of it all.

And as the fifth night bled into the sixth, the men grew bolder, their eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. The potion had not just given them endurance; it had also stripped away any semblance of humanity. They were animals now, driven by a primal need to breed. The local men had become their handlers, their bodies a playground for the guests' desires.

The women were pushed beyond their limits, their cries of pleasure turning to screams of pain as the men grew more brutal. Yet, even as their bodies protested, the potion kept them coming back for more, their pussies clenching around the cocks that filled them. The room was a blur of faces, each one more depraved than the last.

But amidst the chaos, there was a strange comfort in the familiarity of each other's touch. Chaewon's hand in hers, the taste of her cum on their lips, the feel of their bodies moving together. It was a bond that could not be broken, a friendship that had been forged in the fires of passion.

And so, they continued, their bodies a battleground of pleasure and pain. Each new day brought with it a fresh round of challenges, as the local men pushed them further than they ever thought possible. Minju and Chaewon had become the heart of the party, the main attraction that no guest could ignore. They had transcended beyond mere entertainment; they were now the essence of the event, a living embodiment of carnality that drew everyone in.

Their eyes met often, a silent conversation that spoke volumes. They had become a single entity, a beacon of desire that drew the men to them like moths to a flame. Each thrust, each slap, each bite brought them closer to the brink, yet they never fell. The potion had made them more than mere mortals, their endurance a thing of legend.

The days blurred together, a never-ending cycle of fucking and cum. They had lost count of the number of men who had filled them, the number of times they had come. Their bodies bore the marks of their triumphs, bruises and bites that painted a map of their journey into the abyss of pleasure. Yet, with each new dawn, they rose from the bed, ready to face whatever the night had in store for them.

The sixth night was the most brutal yet. The men had grown more daring, their appetites whetted by the sight of the two friends' unbreakable spirit. They were no longer content with mere penetration; they sought to claim them in every way imaginable. The women were bound, their bodies contorted into positions that defied logic, their cries of pain echoing through the villa. Yet, the potion held them aloft, their bodies responding even as their minds begged for respite.

The local men had become more than just their handlers; they were now their protectors, ensuring that no one took things too far. They whispered to the guests, their voices low and commanding, setting the boundaries that even in their most debauched moments, Minju and Chaewon could not. It was a strange, twisted dynamic, but it was one that kept the two friends safe amidst the sea of lust that threatened to drown them.

As the sixth night drew to a close, the local men gathered around the bed, their faces a mix of awe and concern. They had never seen anyone last this long, never seen a woman take so much and still crave more. The potion had transformed them into something otherworldly, something beyond human understanding.

Minju and Chaewon lay there, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their latest orgy. The candles had burned low, their wax pooled on the floor like the cum that surrounded them. They were exhausted, their spirits frayed, yet the potion's warmth kept them from succumbing to the darkness.

The local men spoke in hushed tones, their eyes on the two friends. They had seen the change in them, the way their bodies responded even when their minds were spent. They knew that the potion had unlocked something deep within them, a power that could not be contained.

The final night approached, a crescendo of desire that had been building for a week. The partygoers were eager for the grand finale, their whispers of anticipation filling the villa. The local men had planned something special, something that would ensure the women's legend would live on long after the party had ended.

Minju and Chaewon lay side by side, their bodies a canvas of bruises and cum. They had become more than just sexual icons; they were the very essence of the party, their endurance a symbol of what could be achieved when one embraced their deepest desires.

The final act was one that would push them to their absolute limits. The local men had concocted a potion even stronger than the last, one that would make the final night a testament to their power. They would be taken by every man at the party, their bodies offered up in a ritual of lust that would leave them forever changed.

The two friends looked into each other's eyes, the unspoken question hanging in the air. Could they endure one more night.

"You're sure you want to go through with this?" Chaewon's voice was a whisper, the exhaustion clear in her tone. But Minju's gaze was steely, a mix of determination and something else, something that scared Chaewon more than the thought of the men's brutal embrace.

"We've come this far," she murmured, her own voice hoarse from days of screaming. "We can't stop now."

The final night began with a frenzied energy that seemed to electrify the very air. The local men had concocted a new potion, one that promised an intensity that would dwarf the previous nights' excesses. As they were led to the makeshift stage, their wrists bound together, the crowd grew quiet, their eyes glinting with anticipation.

The first cock slid into Minju, and she gritted her teeth, bracing for the pain. But it never came. Instead, she felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of power that made her body quiver. The second cock followed, and then the third, filling her completely. Her pussy stretched around them, welcoming them in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Chaewon watched, her heart racing as she felt the potion's effects take hold. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, her body already responding to the sight of Minju's plight. And then, it was her turn. Two cocks pushed into her, the feeling of being filled so completely washing away any last vestiges of doubt or fear.

They were both mounted, the local men taking turns, their thrusts synchronized to an almost balletic degree. The camera flashes were a constant, blinding reminder of their newfound status as sexual icons. The air was thick with the scent of cum and sweat, the only sounds the grunts of the men and the wet, slapping noises of flesh meeting flesh.

The night went on, each hour more intense than the last. They were fucked by two cocks at a time, their pussies stretched to the brink of pain and beyond. Yet, the potion kept them coming back, their bodies responding with an unquenchable thirst for more. The crowd watched, their eyes glazed with lust, as the two friends were claimed by the men, their cries of pleasure a symphony of surrender.

But as the twelfth hour approached, the local men had a surprise in store for them. "It's time for the final act," one of them murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The potion was administered again, this time with a twist. They could feel it coursing through their veins, a burning sensation that grew stronger with each passing minute.

The men positioned themselves, two at each of their asses. Chaewon felt the first cock push inside her, the sensation so foreign and yet so right. She gasped as the second cock followed, filling her completely. The pressure was immense, the pain sharp and intense, but the potion's power kept her going, her body responding to the intrusion with a hunger she had never known.

Minju felt the same, her ass stretching to accommodate the two thick cocks that claimed her. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot brand seared into her very soul. Yet, she knew that this was the culmination of their journey, the ultimate test of their endurance. They had become more than just sexual playthings; they were now the embodiment of the party's dark desires, the living proof of what the potion could do.

The men took them without mercy, their thrusts growing more urgent with each passing moment. The room was a whirlwind of sensation, their asses pounding in a rhythm that matched the beat of the music. They had become the heart of the orgy, the focal point of everyone's lust.

And as the twelfth hour approached, the local men grew more daring. They had pushed them to their limits, and now they wanted to break them. The potion had changed them once again, their bodies now craving the most extreme acts. Chaewon felt the pressure building inside her, the need to come unlike anything she had ever felt before.

The room grew darker, the only light the flicker of the candles that surrounded them. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of their bodies colliding with the men's a cacophony of desire. They were no longer just roommates and business partners; they had become sexual beings, living and breathing for the pleasure of others.

The men grew more aggressive, their strokes more punishing as the night reached its climax. The pain was almost unbearable, but the potion held them in its thrall, their bodies responding with a fervor that seemed almost supernatural. They were no longer in control, their every move dictated by the men who held them down.

The twelfth hour struck, the sound of the clock echoing through the villa. And with it, the final act began. The men pulled out, their cocks glistening with the girls' juices. They had one last challenge for them, one last act of debauchery that would seal their fate as sexual icons.

The local men lined up, their cocks hard and ready. The two friends were lifted, their asses presented to the eager crowd. And then, without a moment's hesitation, the first man pushed his cock into Chaewon, followed quickly by the second. The room erupted in cheers as they both took them, their bodies quivering with the intensity of the sensation.

Minju felt the same, the pressure in her ass unlike anything she had ever experienced. Yet, she pushed back, eager to take more, to feel the full force of the men's desire. The potion had changed them, made them crave the most extreme acts. And as the final hours of the party ticked away, they gave in to the darkness, their bodies a testament to the power of lust and the endurance of the human spirit.

The local men had one final act in mind, a performance that would be remembered for years to come. They whispered to each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they lined up before the bound and exhausted duo. Chaewon felt the first warm stream of piss hit her face, the sting of it shocking her out of the haze of pleasure and pain she had been lost in. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, as the second and third streams followed, the men's urine mixing with the sweat and cum that already coated their bodies.

Minju's eyes snapped open as the same warmth hit her, the sensation jolting her back to reality. She had never felt so humiliated, so utterly used. And yet, she found herself pushing back into the streams, the sensation of the warm liquid on her skin strangely arousing. The crowd roared with approval, their cheers and claps urging the men on.

The men took turns, pissing on them as they lay there, their bodies writhing with the last vestiges of pleasure. It was a moment that would be etched into their memories forever, a symbol of their complete and utter surrender to the party's dark desires. The potion had made them more than just sexual icons; it had transformed them into creatures of pure carnality, their every move a dance of debauchery.

And as the last stream of piss fell upon them, the local men stepped back, their cocks still hard. They had one final challenge for the two friends, one that would push them to the very edge of their limits. "You will come," one of them growled, his voice thick with lust. "You will come for us, or the potion will not release you."

The room grew quiet, the anticipation palpable. The two friends looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of terror and determination. They had come so far, endured so much. They would not fail now. With a shared nod, they focused their energy, their bodies responding to the challenge.

The men took their places, their cocks sliding into the girls' open pussies once more. The sensation was overwhelming, the mix of pain and pleasure almost too much to bear. But they pushed through, their bodies moving in time with the music, the rhythm of the fucking becoming a part of them.

And as the sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over the villa, they felt the potion's power wane. The room was still, the men waiting with bated breath. And then, it happened. Chaewon's body tensed, a scream ripping from her throat as she came, the orgasm so intense it was almost painful. Minju followed, her pussy contracting around the cock inside her, her eyes rolling back in her head.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and applause, their cries of "More! More!" echoing through the room. Yet, the local men held back, their eyes on the two friends, their bodies still, their breathing ragged. They had achieved the impossible, survived the week-long orgy, and had come out the other side, forever changed by the experience.

The potion had done its work, the final act complete. The local men stepped back, their job done. The two friends lay there, their bodies spent, their hearts racing. They had pushed themselves to the brink and come back for more, their friendship a testament to the power of desire and the strength of the human spirit.

As the partygoers slowly dispersed, leaving the villa to the quiet of the morning, Minju and Chaewon remained bound to each other, their bodies a tapestry of bruises and cum. They had become more than just sexual icons; they had become the embodiment of the party's deepest, darkest desires.

The sun peeked through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room that seemed to illuminate the stark reality of their situation. The potion's grip on them was loosening, the warmth of its power slowly fading from their veins. The quiet was a stark contrast to the cacophony of the night, a gentle reminder that the world outside continued to turn without them.

With a silent nod of understanding, Minju and Chaewon managed to untangle their bodies from the mass of limbs and discarded ropes, their movements careful and deliberate. The sticky mess of cum and sweat that clung to their skin made their skin crawl, but the potion's effects still held sway, their pussies contracting with a need that was almost painful. They stumbled to the bathroom, their legs unsteady, their eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and the lingering haze of pleasure.

Minju reached for the shower handle, her hand trembling with the effort of turning it. The cool water sprayed out, the droplets hitting their bodies like a slap in the face. The potion's warmth dissipated instantly, and with it, their invincibility. They fell to the floor, their legs giving out beneath them, the tiles cold and unforgiving against their bruised flesh. The room spun, the walls closing in around them as reality set in.

Two of the local men, their faces gentle and concerned, stepped forward, immediately recognizing their distress. They scooped the girls up with surprising care, their strong arms cradling them like precious cargo. Chaewon felt a strange comfort in their embrace, the touch of skin against skin a reminder that she was still human, still alive. They carried them to the massive tub in the center of the bathroom, the water already drawn and scented with soothing oils.

The men lowered them into the warm embrace of the water, the heat enveloping their abused bodies like a soft blanket. Minju let out a sigh of relief, her eyes closing as the water caressed her bruised flesh. The local men stepped back, allowing them privacy, as they whispered words of praise and admiration in their native tongue. The respect in their voices was unmistakable, a stark contrast to the brutal passion of the night before.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the water and their own labored breathing. The potion had worn off, leaving them feeling as if they had been run through a gauntlet of lust. Every inch of their bodies ached, a symphony of pain that was a stark reminder of the week's events. Chaewon leaned against Minju, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces, each one bearing the marks of their shared ordeal.

As the warm water soothed their abused flesh, the reality of their situation began to sink in. They had survived the week-long sexual marathon, their bodies pushed to the brink and beyond. The friendship that had brought them here had been tested, stretched to its limits, and emerged stronger than ever.

"It is 7 pm, 12 hours since your brutality moment," Chaewon murmured to Minju, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the harrowing night that had just passed.

Minju's eyes snapped open, focusing on the reflection in the mirror. The once pristine bathtub was now a cesspool of cum, a stark reminder of the relentless pounding they had endured. Their bodies were a canvas of bruises, each mark telling a story of the unbridled passion they had experienced. They stared in horror and disbelief at the sight, their eyes wide with shock.

"I...I can't believe it," Minju managed to murmur, her voice trembling. "We did this."

Chaewon nodded, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. "Yeahh, we're so shocked," she echoed, the weight of their words hanging heavily in the air.

The water around them grew murky, a testament to the excess of the night. It was a strange feeling, floating in a tub filled with the evidence of their shared experiences. The cum that surrounded them was a tangible reminder of their endurance, a symbol of the unyielding desire that had fueled the week. Minju's hand gently traced the curve of her belly, feeling the slight bulge that remained despite the countless men who had emptied themselves into her. The feeling of fullness was both disturbing and oddly satisfying.

They had become living embodiments of sexual excess, and as the water grew warmer, so too did their thoughts of the week. The potion had heightened their desires to a level that seemed unattainable, a realm where pain and pleasure had become so intertwined that they were indistinguishable. Chaewon's hand followed suit, her fingers ghosting over her own bruised flesh, feeling the sticky residue of the potion's aftermath.

"Look," she whispered, her voice a mere breath, "the water is contaminated by the cum inside us." The words were a stark reality check, a reminder of the depraved acts they had willingly participated in. Despite their exhaustion, the potion had left a lingering ache, a hunger for more that was insatiable. The tub was a stew of their collective lust, a physical representation of the carnage their bodies had endured.

They watched as their abdomens gently bulged and contracted, the last remnants of the potion's power pushing the excess cum from their bodies. It spurted out of them in thick ropes, staining the once-clear water a murky white. The sight was both repulsive and fascinating, a grim testament to their endurance. They had become living vessels for the men's desires, their bodies a canvas for the darkest of fantasies.

"Look at us," Chaewon murmured, her voice filled with a strange mix of pride and horror. "We're still full of their cum, even after all this."

Minju nodded, her eyes glazed over with the memory of the countless orgasms that had left her feeling both drained and oddly powerful. The potion had done more than just drive them to sexual heights they had never known; it had changed them on a fundamental level. The sperm didn't come all out, it was a part of them now, a part of their shared experience that had bound them tighter than any friendship could.

With trembling hands, she spread her legs, revealing the gaping, bruised hole that had been her pussy. It was swollen and red, the edges stretched to the point that it was barely recognizable. Chaewon's gaze followed, a mix of shock and awe etched on her features. "Look at this," Minju whispered, her voice cracking with a mix of pain and pride. "So wide...so open...I never knew it could be like this."

Chaewon nodded, her eyes meeting Minju's in the mirror. "Yeah, mine too," she said, her voice a barely audible murmur. She spread her legs as well, displaying the mirror image of Minju's condition. Their pussies were a stark contrast to the pristine marble of the tub, a silent declaration of the depraved ritual they had endured.

With a deep sigh, Minju pulled herself from the tub, her body leaving a crimson trail in the water. She stepped onto the floor, the cold tiles sending a shiver through her body. She was covered in a thick layer of cum and sweat, her bruises standing out like a dark map against her pale skin. Chaewon followed, her movements just as tentative.

They stumbled into their bedroom, the sight before them a testament to the wildness of the night. The bed was a tangled mess of sheets and discarded clothing, the floor littered with condom wrappers and used toys. The smell of sex was overpowering, a heady mix of sweat, cum, and desire that seemed to cling to every surface.

Minju reached for her phone, her hand shaking as she dialed the number of one of the local men who had been attending to them all week. "We need clean clothes," she managed to say, her voice hoarse from the night's screams. "Please, something to wear."

The man on the other end of the line responded in a calm, soothing tone, his voice a balm to their frazzled nerves. "Of course," he said, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice. "I'll bring some shirts for you both."

The door opened, and in walked two of the local men they had grown to know over the past week. Their eyes took in the scene before them: Minju and Chaewon, standing in the center of the room, their legs shaking, bodies trembling. Despite the horror of their condition, the men's gazes held a hint of admiration, a nod to the unbreakable spirit that had driven them through the relentless marathon of sex.

They approached the women with gentle steps, as if afraid to disturb the delicate balance that held them upright. The men took in the sight of their wide open pussies and asses, the cum still spurting out of them in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm. It was a sight that was at once disturbing and fascinating, a testament to the potion's power and their unyielding desire.

The men knelt before them, offering soft cloths to clean the sticky mess that covered their legs. Their touch was tender, almost reverent, as if they were caring for a pair of fragile, precious dolls that had been played with too roughly. Chaewon took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she leaned into the touch, the sensation of the cloth against her skin sending a shiver down her spine.

The men worked in silence, their movements efficient and practiced. They had seen this before, had been a part of this ritual countless times. Yet, there was something different about Minju and Chaewon, something that set them apart from the other women who had come before.

As they were being tended to, the friends couldn't help but exchange a look of disbelief and awe. They had pushed through the most intense week of their lives, and somehow, they had emerged on the other side, still standing. The potion had broken them down, reshaping them into sexual goddesses, but their bond had remained unbroken, a silent bastion of friendship amidst the chaos.

Finally, the men stood up, offering them shirts that hung like oversized dresses, covering their bodies from neck to thigh. The fabric was soft and cool against their skin, a soothing balm after the relentless assault of the night. They pulled the shirts over their heads, the material sticking to their cum-drenched skin, but the modesty was a welcome change from their earlier exposure.

"Thank you," Minju murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The man nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "You did well," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that seemed out of place in the aftermath of their weeklong ordeal. "You are truly the most... incredible women we have ever seen."

The compliment brought a hint of a smile to her lips, despite the pain and exhaustion that still lingered. Chaewon looked over at her, her eyes still filled with a mix of shock and horror. "Yeah," she managed to croak out. "Thank you."

The two friends looked at each other, their eyes speaking volumes. They had come to this island seeking escape, but what they had found was something else entirely. They had pushed the boundaries of their friendship, their bodies, and their very selves.

As the men left the room, the weight of their situation settled heavily upon them. "What do we do now?" Chaewon asked, her voice shaking.

Minju took a deep, shuddering breath. "We go home," she said firmly. "We've done what we came here to do."

The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the reality that awaited them outside the villa's walls. The party was over, and the world they had left behind was beckoning them back.

The man returned, his expression serious. "I think it's best if we take you to the airport," he said gently. "You need to leave before the effects of the potion wear off completely. It's not safe for you to stay any longer."

The gravity of his words sent a chill down Chaewon's spine. They had become too much a part of the island's dark underbelly, too entwined in its depraved rituals. It was time to leave, to return to their lives, forever changed by the week that had just transpired.

Minju nodded, her resolve unwavering. "Yes," she agreed. "Take us home."

The man nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. He knew what they had been through, knew the depths of their depravity. And yet, he treated them with a gentle respect that seemed almost out of place.

They gathered their belongings, their bodies moving slowly, as if afraid that any sudden movement would shatter the fragile illusion of normalcy that had been cast over them. The clothes clung to their bodies, a constant reminder of the excess they had indulged in.

The drive to the airport was a blur, the scenery outside the window a stark contrast to the chaos they had just left behind. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the island that seemed to belie the darkness they had just experienced.

As they boarded the plane, their bodies still sore, their hearts heavy with the weight of their memories, they held hands, a silent promise that they would get through this together. The flight home was a blur, the hours passing in a haze of pain and reflection.

When they finally stepped off the plane, the cool air of home a stark contrast to the tropical heat, they looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of relief and regret. They had survived the week, but the scars it had left on their souls would take much longer to heal.

The man who had brought them to the airport had given them a small vial of the potion as a parting gift, a reminder of their time on the island. They had hidden it in their luggage, unsure if they would ever be brave enough to use it again.

As they walked through the bustling airport, their heads held high despite their bruised and battered bodies, they couldn't help but feel like they had left a part of themselves behind. The potion had changed them, made them crave the very things that had once repulsed them.

But as they disappeared into the crowd, their friendship stronger than ever, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, forever bound by the unspoken truth of what they had endured.

The flight home was a silent journey, the weight of their experiences heavy in the air between them. They clutched their carry-ons tightly, the hidden vial of potion a silent reminder of their shared secret. The cabin lights flickered on, signaling that they were about to take off, and with trembling hands, they each took a swig from the small bottle, the potion burning a path down their throats.

As the aircraft climbed, the potion began to take hold. Minju felt a familiar warmth spread through her body, the same sensation that had fueled their week of excess. She looked over at Chaewon, her eyes questioning. "Are you still squirting a little bit right now?" she asked, the words barely a whisper.

Chaewon nodded, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The potion had left them with an insatiable need, a hunger that gnawed at their very core. They had become so attuned to the sensation that even the slightest arousal brought forth a gush of fluid, a reminder of the men who had claimed them so thoroughly.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, they both knew that the potion had not only changed their bodies but had also forged a bond that transcended friendship. They were bound now, in a way that no one else could ever understand. They had shared something so intimate, so primal, that it had redefined the very essence of who they were.

As they sat in the quiet cabin, the hum of the engines a distant lullaby, they couldn't help but feel the potion's aftermath. The sensation of their pussies and asses being stretched beyond their limits still lingered, a constant reminder of the men who had claimed them so thoroughly. They shifted in their seats, the fabric of the airplane chairs rubbing against their sore, swollen flesh.

"I can still feel it," Chaewon murmured, her eyes never leaving Minju's. "Like it's...still open for them."

Minju nodded, her own gaze reflecting the same haunted expression. "Yeah," she agreed. "It's like it's...broken."

The word hung in the air between them, a stark reminder of the physical toll their week of excess had taken. Their pussies, once tight and untouched, had been stretched and pounded until they were nothing but gaping holes, begging for more.

The flight attendant walked by, casting a quick glance at the two women. She couldn't help but notice the way they sat, legs slightly apart, as if their bodies were still trying to accommodate the men who had claimed them so completely.

The potion had left them in a state of perpetual arousal, their bodies craving the very thing that had brought them such pain. They shifted in their seats, trying to find a comfortable position that didn't make their bruised flesh scream in protest.

"Is your pussy broken, too?" Minju asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Chaewon nodded, her eyes never leaving Minju's. "Yeah," she whispered. "It's like it's stuck open, begging to be filled."

The admission brought a flicker of something dark to Minju's eyes, a hunger that she didn't fully understand. The potion had changed them, had broken down the walls of their inhibitions, leaving them vulnerable and exposed.

The flight attendant brought them their drinks, her eyes lingering on their flushed faces and trembling hands. She knew what had happened, had heard the whispers of the island's darker rituals. Yet she offered them a small, knowing smile, as if to say, 'I understand'.

As they sipped their drinks, the potion's warmth grew stronger, their bodies responding to its call. The plane hit a patch of turbulence, and their grips tightened on the armrests. The jolt sent a shock of pleasure through Minju's body, and she bit back a moan.

"It's okay," Chaewon whispered, her hand reaching over to cover Minju's. "We're going home now. We'll get through this."

The promise of home was a beacon of light in the sea of darkness that had consumed them. Yet, as they stared into each other's eyes, the potion's grip on them was undeniable. They had become something more than friends, something more than mere survivors.

They had become a testament to desire, their bodies forever altered by the week's depravity. And as they sat there, miles above the world that had no idea of the horrors they had endured, they couldn't help but wonder if they would ever truly be able to leave the island behind.

The potion's effects grew stronger, their bodies betraying them even as they willed themselves to ignore the need. The ache in their pussies and asses grew with every passing moment, the dull throb of pain and pleasure an ever-present reminder of what they had become. They shifted in their seats, trying in vain to find comfort amidst the discomfort, their legs involuntarily spreading wider.

The other passengers on the plane began to cast curious glances their way, the scent of sex clinging to them like a second skin. They were a spectacle, a living embodiment of the darkest of human appetites. And yet, amidst the judgment and the stares, they found solace in each other's presence.

Their friendship had been the only constant in the chaos, the only thing that had kept them grounded in reality. They had become each other's confidants, each other's strength, each other's release. The potion had taken so much from them, but it had also given them a bond that was unbreakable.

As the plane descended, the pressure in their ears mirrored the pressure building in their bodies. The need for release grew stronger with every passing second, the potion's power a relentless force that demanded to be satiated. They could feel themselves getting wetter, the fabric of their shirts sticking to their skin, a silent testament to their arousal.

The potion was like a living entity within them, a parasite that fed on their very essence, demanding more and more. Yet, even as they succumbed to its power, they knew that they would never truly be its slaves. They had chosen this path, had embraced the darkness, and had emerged on the other side, forever changed but still in control.

The wheels touched down, the jolt of the landing sending a bolt of pleasure through their bodies that was almost too much to bear. They stumbled off the plane, their legs unsteady, their hearts racing. The air outside was cold, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered within them.

Minju turned to Chaewon, her eyes wild with desperation. "We can't go home like this," she said, her voice urgent. "We need...something to help us through this."

Chaewon nodded, understanding in her gaze. They had talked about it in hushed whispers during the flight, the fear of the potion's lasting effects a constant undercurrent in their conversation. They couldn't face the world, couldn't go back to their normal lives, not like this.

They found themselves in a small, dimly lit sex shop in the airport's lower level, the neon lights flickering over aisles filled with every imaginable adult toy. Their eyes scanned the shelves, searching for something that could fill the void the potion had left behind.

Minju reached for a display case, her hand trembling as she pointed to the row of vibrants. "We need more," she said, her voice shaking. "One isn't enough anymore."

Chaewon nodded, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and desire. "Yeah," she murmured. "I know."

They each picked out four of the largest vibrators they could find, the shiny black surfaces a stark contrast to their trembling fingers. They handed over their credit cards, the cashier's eyes never leaving their faces. He knew the look of desperation, had seen it countless times before.

Once in their apartment, the shirts were the first to go, revealing their bruised and swollen breasts. The pants followed, pooling at their feet like discarded armor. They stepped out of them, their legs wobbly, the fabric sticking to their cum-covered skin.

"Look," Chaewon whispered, pointing to the mess on the floor. It was a stark reminder of the party's aftermath, a puddle of evidence that seemed to stretch from Africa to Korea, a testament to their week-long marathon of sexual conquests.

Minju couldn't help but laugh, a dark, humorless sound that echoed through the room. "Yeah," she said, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and horror. "The sperm from the party didn't end yet."

Their laughter grew, a cathartic release that bubbled up from the depths of their souls. They had survived, had come through the other side, and now they faced the reality of their transformation. The potion had left them with a never-ending craving, a hunger that gnawed at their very core.

They stood there, naked and exposed, their bodies a canvas of bruises and cum. The vibrators they had bought at the airport beckoned from the bed, promising a temporary reprieve from the relentless ache that consumed them.

They looked into each other's eyes, the silent understanding passing between them. They had become more than just friends, they were now partners in a twisted dance of desire and pain.

"Look at you, Chaewon," Minju said, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "Your pussy and ass are so... pathetic," she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "They're wide open, I can still see the squirt of joy coming out."

Chaewon's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she glanced down at her own reflection. The potion had indeed done its work, leaving her body forever changed. Her once tight, untouched holes now gaped open, a stark reminder of the men who had used her so roughly. Yet, she felt a strange sense of pride in her newfound vulnerability.

"And look at you, Minju," Chaewon retorted, her voice filled with a hint of spite. "You're just as broken as I am."

They both laughed, the sound echoing through the room, a bit too loud, a bit too desperate. The vibrators lay on the bed, gleaming in the dim light, promising an escape from the pain and the never-ending hunger. They were a symbol of their new reality, a tool to navigate the treacherous waters of their transformed desires.

They approached the bed, their bodies moving in sync, their eyes never leaving each other's. The potion had taken them to the brink, had shattered their inhibitions, leaving them open to a world of pleasure and pain they had never dreamed possible.

They picked up the vibrators, their hands shaking with anticipation. The cold plastic was a stark contrast to the heat that still simmered between their legs. They turned them on, the buzzing sound a siren's call to their desperate bodies.

Chaewon took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she guided the two thick toys into her ass, feeling the stretch and burn as they filled her. She gritted her teeth, the sensation both agonizing and exhilarating. With a grimace, she pushed the third vibrator into her pussy, the vibrations echoing through her body, a symphony of pain and pleasure.

Minju mirrored her action, her eyes never leaving Chaewon's. The sight of her friend, so vulnerable and open, filled her with a mix of arousal and protectiveness. She pushed her own vibrators in, the pressure intense, the vibrations resonating through her core. They both moaned, their bodies protesting and welcoming the intrusion at the same time.

The room was filled with the sound of their whimpers and the buzz of the toys as they found their rhythm, their hips moving in a slow, synchronized dance. They had become a single entity, their boundaries blurred by the potion's power.

As they twisted the vibrators, the pain grew, morphing into something almost unbearable, yet they pushed through it, driven by the potion's relentless hunger. They had become addicted to the sensation, craving the intensity that only this extreme form of pleasure could provide.

Their eyes met again, and in that moment, they knew that their friendship had been irrevocably changed. They had become more than just confidants, more than just survivors. They were now a duo, bound by their shared experiences, their bodies forever linked in this dance of depravity.

The potion's grip grew stronger, the vibrations from the toys a constant reminder of the men who had claimed them. Yet, as they pleasured themselves, they found a new kind of power, a control over their own bodies that they had never known before.

Their breath grew ragged, their movements more erratic, as the orgasm built. They were in a race against time, trying to outrun the potion's hold, to find some semblance of release before the pain became too much.

As they neared their peak, the potion's effects began to wane, the vibrations no longer enough to hold off the ache. They could feel the potion's grip loosening, the intense high giving way to a cold, empty feeling.

They stared at each other, desperation in their eyes, knowing that without the potion's power, the pleasure they sought was just out of reach. The vibrators fell from their trembling hands, forgotten relics of a lost world.

"We can't do this without it," Chaewon whispered, her voice laced with despair. The realization hit them both like a ton of bricks, their bodies trembling with the need for something more.

"We have to find a way," Minju replied, her eyes never leaving Chaewon's. The potion had become their crutch, the only thing that could fill the void that now consumed them. But the potion was gone, and with it, the intense pleasure they had come to crave.

The room was filled with the scent of sex, the air thick with the musky aroma of their arousal. They had squirted countless times, their bodies drenched in their juices, but it was never enough. The potion had made them insatiable, their desires a bottomless pit that could never be filled.

"Ahh, I'm squirt again," Minju moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and frustration. She looked down at the growing wet spot on the bed, the evidence of her body's betrayal. Her pussy spasmed, trying to clench around the vibrator, desperate for the fullness she knew she could never achieve without the potion.

Chaewon nodded in silent understanding, her own body trembling with the effort to control the potion's aftermath. She inserted another vibrator, feeling the stretch as it pushed past her bruised and swollen flesh. "Me too," she managed to gasp out, her voice strained with need.

Together, they continued their frantic movements, the sound of their wet bodies slapping against each other a rhythmic counterpoint to their desperate moans. The potion had turned them into sex goddesses, but without it, they were mere mortals once again, trying to fill a void that seemed insatiable.

But as the potion's influence faded away, something else began to take its place. The pain and pleasure had left a mark on them, a hunger that could never truly be satisfied. Yet, with each passing moment, the realization grew stronger—they didn't need the potion anymore. They had become addicted to the intensity of their shared experiences, and that was a high that no amount of potion could replicate.

They collapsed onto the bed, the vibrators still lodged inside them, the buzzing now a distant echo of the ecstasy they had once felt. The room spun around them, the darkness closing in as their bodies succumbed to exhaustion. But in the midst of it all, they felt a strange sense of peace, a calm that came from knowing they had survived the week's depravity together.

Their breathing slowed, the air thick with the scent of their desire. They lay there, tangled in the sheets, their bodies still pulsing with the potion's aftershocks. The pain was a ghost now, a fading memory that lingered in the shadows of their minds.

Minju's eyes fluttered closed, the vibrator inside her pussy buzzing a gentle lullaby that seemed to resonate through her very soul. She felt faint, the effort to maintain control over her own body now too much to bear. The vibrator slipped from her trembling grasp, the buzzing a fading whisper in the quiet room.

Chaewon lay beside her, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her chest heaving with the exertion of their desperate search for release. The vibrator in her ass remained lodged, the constant throb of pleasure a reminder of the potion's cruel trickery. Her eyes rolled back, the world fading to black around her.

Minju's vision swam, the vibrator in her pussy pulsing a gentle goodbye as she succumbed to the potion's aftermath. Her limbs felt heavy, the weight of their week's indulgence pressing down on her. The vibrator slipped out, landing with a wet thud on the floor, a silent testament to their futile attempt at normalcy.

Three days passed, the apartment a silent tomb to their excess. The potion's final gift was a deep, restorative sleep that seemed to stretch on forever. When they finally awoke, the stench of their desires hit them like a wave. The air was thick with the smell of sex and squirt, a constant reminder of the week that had claimed them.

"Did we just squirt while we slept?" Chaewon said, her voice filled with shock. She sat up in bed, her eyes wide with disbelief as she surveyed the stains on the sheets. The evidence was undeniable—the potion had left them with a persistent reminder of their ordeal, an ever-present ache that no amount of rest could ease.

Minju stirred beside her, blinking sleep from her eyes. She took in the sight of their discarded vibrators, the remnants of their desperate attempts to find relief, and the wetness that had seeped into the mattress. "I think we did," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reality of their situation hit them like a sledgehammer. The potion had changed them, made them crave the extreme. They had become sexual creatures, bound by their shared experiences, forever altered by the week of depravity.

They looked at each other, the weight of their transformation heavy in the air between them. The shock slowly gave way to something else—a newfound sense of camaraderie, a bond forged in the fires of their darkest moments.

Their friendship had evolved into something more intimate, a partnership of shared pain and pleasure that no one else could ever understand. They were linked now, bound by a desire that was both a curse and a gift.

They knew they couldn't go back to the way things were before. The potion had taken too much from them, had claimed them in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. But as they lay there, entwined in the mess of their new reality, they also knew that they didn't want to.

The potion had given them a taste of power, of control, and they were hungry for more. The week had been a test of their endurance, but it had also been a revelation of their desires, a door that had been thrown wide open to a world of pleasure they had never known.

They climbed out of bed, their legs shaky, their bodies sore. The ache between their legs was a constant presence, a reminder of the emptiness that now consumed them. But they moved with purpose, driven by the hunger that had become a part of them.

They showered together, the warm water cascading over their bruised and cum-stained skin, washing away the last traces of the potion. They touched each other gently, tenderly, as if afraid of breaking the fragile bond that had formed between them.

The water turned pink as their bodies cleaned, the evidence of their week-long marathon swirling down the drain. Yet, even as they scrubbed themselves clean, they knew that the potion had left an indelible mark on their souls.

They stepped out of the shower, their skin pink from the hot water, their hair plastered to their faces. They dried off, the towels rough against their tender flesh, and looked into the mirror.

"Look, Chaewon," Minju said, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and horror. She parted her legs, showing the gaping hole that was once her vagina. "My pussy still can't close."

Chaewon's eyes widened as she stared at her friend's reflection. The sight was a stark reminder of the potion's power, the way it had transformed them both. Her own bruised and stretched pussy was a mirror to Minju's, a silent testament to the week's events.

"We're...different," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. The words hung in the air, a mix of awe and fear.

Minju nodded, her gaze unflinching. "Yes," she said. "We are."

The words hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding that had grown between them. The potion had taken their innocence, their self-control, but it had also given them something else—a bond that was as raw and powerful as the desires that now consumed them.

"Do you think we'll ever be normal again?" Chaewon asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Minju looked down at the gaping hole between her legs, a silent nod to the potion's lasting legacy. "I don't know," she replied, her eyes filled with a mix of doubt and resignation. "But I think our pussies need at least a month to recover."

Chaewon's gaze followed her own reflection, her fingers tracing the swollen edges of her labia. "Maybe longer," she murmured, her voice filled with a hint of sadness. "They're... so stretched out."

Minju's eyes narrowed, a fierce determination burning within her. "We'll find a way to fix it," she said, her voice firm. "We've come through worse."

They dressed, the fabric of their clothes sticking to their still-damp skin. The world outside their apartment was a blur, a haze of memories that seemed both distant and all too real. They had survived the week on the island, but now they faced a new challenge—how to live with the aftermath of their sexual odyssey.

Minju lay her body in bed, laptop in her chest, her eyes scanning the screen as if it held the answers she so desperately sought. Chaewon perched on the edge of the bed, her hand idly playing with the edge of the blanket. The silence between them was filled with the unspoken questions of what came next.

Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the email. It was from one of the men from the party, a video attached with a subject line that sent a thrill of terror and excitement down her spine: "Nights to Remember." She knew what it was before she even hit play. The thumbnails alone told a story, a story that had unfolded in vivid detail over the last week.

The video played, and there they were, in all their glory—the nights of unbridled lust that had claimed them both. Minju watched in horror and fascination as the screen revealed their every move, their every scream of pleasure and pain. The camera had captured it all, and now it was laid bare before them, a reminder of the power that had held them in its thrall.

Chaewon leaned in, her eyes glued to the screen, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. They watched as the men took turns, their faces a blur of ecstasy and agony as they were claimed over and over again. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion—horrifying and impossible to look away from.

The videos were a stark reminder of the potion's power, the way it had turned them into creatures of the night, craving the very thing that had brought them such pain. They watched as their bodies stretched and contorted, their pussies swelling and gaping like hungry mouths, begging for more.

"Is that from the camera that night?" Chaewon's voice was a whisper of horror and fascination as she pointed at the screen. There it was, the moment they had lost themselves to the potion's will, their eyes glazed over with lust, their bodies writhing in ecstasy as the men took them in every conceivable way.

Minju nodded, her throat tight with emotion. "It's all there," she said, her voice a hoarse rasp. "Everything we did."

They watched, unable to tear their eyes away, as the scenes unfolded before them—their desperate attempts to find relief, the men's faces twisted in pleasure, the endless stream of cum that had filled them to overflowing. It was a record of their descent into madness, a visual diary of their most intimate moments.

The images were graphic, a raw testament to their week of depravity. They saw themselves, lost in a sea of sweat and cum, their bodies stretched to the breaking point. They watched as they pleaded for more, their voices hoarse from screaming, their eyes wild with an unquenchable hunger.

"Look at that," Minju whispered, her voice filled with a strange mix of excitement and horror. "Our faces, they're full of ecstasy even when we're fading."

Chaewon's hand drifted down to her still-swollen pussy, her fingertips grazing the tender flesh. The sight of their past selves, lost in the throes of passion, had stirred something within them—a hunger that seemed to have no end. "We were so...so desperate," she murmured, her eyes glued to the screen.

Minju felt the same stirring within her, a heat that seemed to radiate from her core. Her hand followed suit, her own fingers probing the gaping hole between her legs. "It's like watching someone else," she said, her voice filled with amazement. "But it's us."

They inserted the vibrators, the cool plastic a stark contrast to the heat that filled them. The buzz was a comforting presence, a reminder of the power they had once wielded so freely. Two in their asses, two in their pussies, they lay side by side, the pulsing rhythm of the toys a silent testament to their shared addiction.

Their eyes remained glued to the screen as they watched themselves, their bodies moving in time with the images before them. The vibrations grew stronger, the buzzing a symphony that matched the tempo of their racing hearts. The potion's power had been captured in digital form, a siren's call that drew them back into the abyss.

And as the videos played on, they gave in to the urge, their bodies responding almost involuntarily. They squirted, their juices mixing with the lube and the remnants of the potion that still lingered. The vibrations grew more intense, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to build with each passing second.

The room was filled with the sound of their wetness, the squelching of their bodies as they moved in unison. The videos had become a guide, a map to the heights of ecstasy they had once known. They watched, their breaths coming in gasps as their bodies climbed towards climax once again.

The images on the screen grew more extreme, their past selves pushed to the brink of human endurance. Yet, even as they watched, they felt their own desires building, the potion's legacy a living entity within them.

"I can't believe we did all that," Chaewon murmured, her voice thick with arousal. She pushed the vibrator in her ass deeper, the stretch exquisite and terrifying. "But it feels so...good."

Minju nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. "It does," she agreed, her own vibrator buried deep within her. "But we're in control now."

They moved together, the vibrations echoing through their bodies, a reminder of the potion's hold. They had survived the week, but the aftermath was a beast of a different kind—a hunger that no amount of vanilla sex could ever satiate.

Their bodies grew wetter, their pussies pulsing around the toys. They watched the depravity unfold before them, a silent nod to the monsters they had become. Yet, in the safety of their own home, they could explore the depths of their desires without fear of repercussion.

Their orgasms hit them like a tidal wave, a shared crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment. They came together, their bodies shuddering with the force of it all, the vibrations sending shockwaves through their abused flesh.

The videos played on, a silent judge and jury to their newfound addiction. Yet, as they lay there, spent and trembling, they knew that this was just the beginning. The potion had changed them, had shown them the darkest parts of themselves.

And as they lay in the aftermath of their climaxes, their eyes met in the mirror above the bed. There was a spark there, a determination that had not been present before. They had survived the week, but they had also discovered something within themselves that could never be ignored.

They had become sexual beings in a way that defied explanation, and as they lay there, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, they made a silent pact. They would not let the potion control them again, but neither would they deny the desires it had unleashed.

Their friendship had become something more, a partnership born from the ashes of their innocence. They had been to hell and back, and together, they had come out the other side changed, forever bound by the dark secrets of their week on the island.

The vibrator inside Minju's pussy slipped out, the buzzing a final farewell to the past. She turned to Chaewon, a knowing smile on her lips. "We're going to need a lot more of these," she said, her voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose.

Chaewon nodded, her own vibrator still lodged inside her. "But we can handle it," she replied, her eyes gleaming with the promise of a new chapter in their lives. "Together."

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heyimkana · 3 months ago

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Waking up to your yandere!fiancée Sung Jinwoo

This is a deleted scene from Limerence but can be read separately. It's basically just Jinwoo showing how much of a red flag he is and reader (colorblind af) thinking that he's just roleplaying 😌💀

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: YANDERE, smut, fluff

Content Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex, choking, swearing

Word Count: 4K

Waking up to Sung Jinwoo’s heavenly features was God’s greatest gift.

Sunlight streamed golden through the window, adorning every slope and rise of his muscles with an angelic glow. His strong arms were wrapped around your body, protective even in his sleep.

You took a moment to admire, adoring him with your heart fluttering fondly as your eyes absorbed every detail. He looked like a dream. He felt like a dream even as you trailed your fingertips over his features, reveling in the smoothness of his skin. His hair was adorably tousled, his eyelashes long enough to brush against his cheekbones. He was still nude beneath the sheets, his upper body bare and exposed, giving you the perfect view of the scratches you had left along his spine and the searing passion you had drowned yourselves in just a few hours before.

Jinwoo seemed so vulnerable like this, but only because with you, he found the chance to be. You were the serenity that allowed him to return to his roots, to let him be the little boy who was not yet aware of the burden the world would place on his shoulders, of the power he’d be bestowed upon. And that little boy, without fail, always sought for your affection, yearning for your undivided attention, and it made you feel wanted. Needed. Loved and desired.

You rolled to your stomach, propping yourself on your elbows as you pressed a light kiss on his shoulder. Carefully, you slipped away from his embrace, wanting to freshen yourself before he stirred awake.

Jinwoo groaned, the sound low and hoarse, murmuring your name in his sleep. “Don’t go…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him, carding your fingers through his hair. He let out a blissful sigh at your touch, perhaps even a purr, falling back to sleep with his lips slightly curving up in the sheer happiness of having you there.

He’s so cute, you pondered to yourself, almost like a child. Giving him another soft kiss on his forehead, you climbed down the bed, your naked body sore after hours of being bitten, folded, and bent over.

“Fuck, he didn’t hold back at all last night, did he?” A painful hiss fled your lips as you looked down at your body, a territory marked with a very eager, very talented mouth and bottomless passion. Then again, I told him not to hold back, you giggled as the memory of you begging him to go faster, harder, came to your recollection. Seeing all his marks on you gave you a sense of pride and euphoria, and honestly, you wouldn’t have minded if they lasted forever. You belonged to Sung Jinwoo, and he belonged to you—only to you. What woman wouldn’t be proud of that?

Despite wanting the same, your fiancée was always considerate not to indulge his greed. He never left his lovebites in places other people could see. No matter how much the beast inside him wanted to, he chose to put a collar around himself and placed the leash in your hand. He’d only ruin you when you gave him permission to.

“God, I want to marry him,” you uttered aloud with a yearning sigh as you made your way to the bathroom.

You returned a little while later, your body adorned by the silky nightgown he nearly tore apart the night before. His lids slowly fluttered open at your movements, hazy with sleep. Jinwoo was gorgeous; even with his hair all disheveled and his eyes bleary, he remained the loveliest thing you’d ever seen. His pretty smile broke on his lips, slowly and softly, the second he found your face.

“Hey, Angel…”

No sound on earth was more pleasing than his voice in the morning, except perhaps the sweet moans and the subdued whimpers that rang through your ears when he released himself inside you. The rasp in his husky voice, how it vibrated nicely in the air in the form of the sweetest purr… His voice was the song the heavens created to bless your ears.

“Hey, handsome,” you slithered back under the covers, sliding closer to him. “You slept like a baby.”

“Mm. Someone wore me out last night.”

“I wonder who that was,” you tittered.

Jinwoo drowsily smiled, thankful he could hear your sweet sounds so early in the morning. “Come here.” He brought you back to his embrace, wrapping his arms around you again like he did every night. It was the only way he could fall asleep, with your body pressed flush against him, your warmth seeping into his pores. “Why did you move away? I was holding you before.”

“I’m sorry.” Your arms slid up and down his biceps, kissing the protruding muscle. “I went to brush my teeth.”

“Next time, don’t bother. I want to wake up with you in my arms.” He pulled you close, sighing in contentment at the contact. “Mmm… You’re so warm.” His hand drifted down your nightgown, following the contour of your spine, his touch reverent. “And soft...” His fingertips traced the skin underneath, roaming until they settled on the dip of your neck, lifting your face for him to marvel upon. “And beautiful…” He sighed, almost dreamily. “How did I get so lucky to find a woman like you?”

You chuckled, “Feeling grateful today, aren’t we?”

“I’m grateful every day, Angel. For every second of my life that I spent with you.”

“And a little cheesy.”

He scrunched his nose in response, which you kissed with your giggle reverberating right after.

“What time do you have to leave for work today?” Jinwoo asked, tugging you close enough for him to settle his chin on your head.

“Hmm…” You drew your name on his chest with your digits, not knowing that he’d already had it carved in his heart from the first day he met you. “In less than an hour, I think?”

Nuzzling his nose against your strands, he hummed, “Mm. I’ll call in late for you.”

You chortled quietly, answering his embrace with another. You drowned yourself in his warmth, in his sweet scent, your heart full of never-ending affection.

“It still feels like a dream to me,” Jinwoo murmured, “that I can wake up to you like this every day. To hear your voice the first thing in the morning… to see your face… to feel your body pressed against mine…” He returned the small distance between you to meet your eyes, his fingers tracing the apple of your cheek as devotion filled his gaze. “I’m the happiest man in the world.”

Moments like this made you feel like you owed the deities your soul for bringing him into your life. Unsure of how to convey that into words, you leaned in to present him with a kiss. Your lips just barely grazed his when he suddenly pulled away. “I haven’t brushed my teeth,” he whispered rather sheepishly.

“I don’t care.” You drew him back to you, your lips interlocking, your fingers twisting in his hair.

Jinwoo rolled you to your back, his body hovering close above yours. He kept the kiss chaste and sweet, smiling softly once it ended. “I love you.”

”I love you more.” So, so much more.

To your astonishment, however, the romance in his eyes transformed into something grave as his fingers played with your strands, his eyes glued to your face but not truly looking at you.

“What is it?” you asked, confused by the sudden change of his expression.

He drew a breath. “We’ll always stay like this, right? You and me?”

Hearing a hint of nervousness in his voice, you couldn’t help but tease. “If you want me to.”

“I’ll want you forever, Angel, you know that,” he replied with all his heart, his feelings too intense to reciprocate your jest with another. “There’s not a day that I don't need you in my life.”

You kissed the inside of his palm. “Then maybe forever I’ll stay.”

“You’ll never… leave me?”

“I’ll never leave you.” Your heart thawed. The slight tremble in his voice reminded you of that of a child frightened to bid his mother goodbye. “Why, Jin? What’s the matter?”

He turned hushed. Your words were crystal clear, and he could etch them in his chest, but for some reason, he needed more. Some kind of proof, a reassurance. “Will you promise me that?”

"Promise you?" Although it felt exciting to be so wanted, you always loved it better when he became desperate for you. “What, you don’t trust me? Do I need to spell—”

The sudden grasp of his fingers around your wrists instantly washed your mischievous grin away. He pinned you down to the bed, his grip far from hurting but firm enough to deliver his message. He was not taking this matter lightly, and neither should you.

“I want you to promise me,” Jinwoo repeated solemnly, almost like a harsh demand. “I want you to mean every single word you say when you tell me you’ll never leave me.”

The intensity in his stare, his touch, his voice… It burned you. However, the moment your eyes met, the flame turned subdued, as if the astonishment in your eyes doused it a little. The pressuring tone in his voice switched to pleading as he brought your wrist closer to his face, kissing you above your pulsating vein. “Please, Sweetheart…? I need to hear you say it for me…”

And when a man, more powerful than the Gods, shed his armor to show the frail pieces of him only for your eyes to see, how could you not grant such a request? “I promise,” you said without a doubt, without a second of hesitation, with all the fragments of your soul you could offer. “I promise never to leave you. I promise that I’ll stay here with you forever.”

His lips momentarily parted in surprise at your vow before he tautened them again, bowing as profound joy rippled through him. Jinwoo breathed a relieved sigh, cradling your face as his lips grazed your cheek. “I love you.” Your jawline. “I love you.” Your neck. “I love you so much.” He settled a lingering kiss above your heart, one that beat only for him. “My sweet girl… You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. The only one I can ever love.”

You squirmed; his lips felt ticklish and electrifying on your skin. As his hands and mouth continued to roam, the primal need for his touch returned, swelling rapidly within you. “Jinwoo…”

“I know, love.” His mouth was hot and wet against your sweet spot, the soft flesh of your neck tugged gently between his teeth. “Let me return the favor this time. Tell me, how do you want me?”

Everywhere. I want you everywhere on my body. Your lips. Your hands. I want your cock inside me, but before that—

“Your mouth,” you breathlessly replied. “I want your mouth on me.”

He nearly moaned at your request, elated that you asked him to do what he’d been craving the most.

You sighed in rapture, your body being pleasured once again, inch by inch. You arched your back as he kissed his way down your navel, your tongue wetting your lips as you watched him part open your legs.

“Right here?” Jinwoo asked with a rasp in his voice, his fingers gently caressing your heat, his mouth sucking another bruise on your inner thigh, so dangerously close to your core, you could already feel his breath on you.

You chewed on your lip, nodding.

He wasted no time, diving his head low, prying your folds apart with his thumbs before he darted out his tongue and licked you from your entrance to your clit. “Fuck,” you moaned, your body contracting as the sensation of his mouth closing around your nub washed over you. “God, baby—” Your hand settled on his head, grabbing a handful of his locks to keep him still as you bucked your hips forward, causing him to groan as he plunged his tongue deeper inside you. “Your mouth feels so good.”

He moaned softly, loved being praised by you. His grip tightened around your thighs as he sucked at your most sensitive spot, lapping every drop of essence that seeped out of you like an obedient dog. His eyes turned half-lidded, drunk in the taste of you, appearing so differently than the way they stared at you before when he demanded you to state your promise.

Promise, huh..? “Hey, Jin,” you started, still slowly grinding against his face. “Out of curiosity, what would happen to me if I—ngh—broke my promise?”

He stopped for a second, his lids flickering open, and then it returned, the glimpse of darkness you saw glinting in his eyes before. Jinwoo broke away from you, his thumb replacing his tongue as he collected his composure, rubbing it firmly against your clit. “You’re gonna leave me?”

You shuddered at his tone, how it altered the air between you with only one question. He pressed his thumb further against your bud as his two other fingers slid inside, wedged tightly between your walls. You writhed, his touch rougher than before, so intense you could almost feel his nails scraping against your walls. “H-hypothetically speaking.”

“Hypothetically speaking,” he repeated with a scoff. “Hypothetically speaking, Sweetheart, you’ll be punished.” He scissored his fingers inside, stretching you apart, no mercy in his smile.

“How—” Your soft whimper interrupted you, your body flinching under his ministrations. “H-How will I be punished?”

A new kind of thrill suffused him to the brim, his eyes gleaming at your curiosity. “Oh, your punishment would be severe, Angel.” His silvery voice soothed you as his words set you ablaze. There was a hint of playfulness there, which swept your fear away. He knew you simply wanted to tease him, so he played along. What was left inside you then was only excitement, born from every word he spoke. “I would make sure you knew exactly what happens when you even consider leaving me. You’d be kept close to me, watched at all times. You wouldn’t even be able to leave my sight without my permission. You’d be completely under my control every second of your life.”

It scared you how much it adrenalized you in the most wonderful way, his lines taking you to places your mind never dared to wander. You enjoyed it, this little performance he displayed. Jinwoo had always been nothing but a sweet, tender lover to you. Seeing him take a sadistic role for the sake of indulging your fantasy was a nice change. “You think you have the heart to do that?”

“Oh, honey,” he chuckled deeply, placing his mouth on you once more, his tongue swirling sinfully inside. “I can be whatever you want me to be. I can give you pleasure,” he purred against your soaking cunt, the vibrations making you squirm. “I can give you pain.” You quivered, your hand pushing his head further to your core, silently begging for more. “I can give you fear if that’s what you desire.” He let his teeth graze your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your streams. “So, don’t tease me too much, Sweetheart. You don’t know what I'm capable of.”

There was a subtle threat in his tone, and you fucking loved it. You wanted it. You wanted it all. You wanted to see just how far he’d cross his own limits for you.

“But, of course,” Jinwoo brought your thigh closer to him, guiding you to wrap your legs tighter around his head. “This is only hypothetical.” He stroked your skin before he planted a soft kiss there, his cheek nuzzling against your inner thigh. “Because you'll never leave me”—something changed in his eyes, a certain glint in his cobalt blues that stunned your heart—“isn’t that right, Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t yet fathom what was written in his gaze, but it felt… unnerving. He was completely immersed in his role, so much so that you wondered if he wasn’t acting at all. That there was truly a part of him that wanted to keep you tied up to the bed, used solely as a toy for his pleasure.

You wished it were true. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?

Your filthy pipe dreams, combined with his talented mouth, brought you closer to the edge. And you would’ve crossed it had he stayed still between your legs, his tongue fucking you until all the knots in your stomach loosened at once. But he didn’t. Jinwoo moved away right when you needed him the most, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip, tasting the sliver of your essence as he returned to you.

You whined in protest, frowning as you watched him crawl up your body. “Why did you stop—”

“I asked you a question.” His tone, gentle yet intimidating, led to goosebumps breaking on your skin. The hunter hovered above you domineeringly, staring down at you as if you were his prey. “And I demand an answer.”

God, he sounds so sexy when he’s like this. “Of course, darling, I’ll never leave you. But…” Your lips tilted into a smirk. “I can’t deny there’s a part of me that wants to try, just to push your buttons and see how far you’ll go.” You angled your head slightly to the side, exposing the column your neck, your gaze painted over with allure. “Being punished like that isn’t so bad. Especially by you.”

“Is that so?” He showcased a nefarious smile, his face sinking into the crook of your neck. “I fear you’re playing a dangerous game, Sweetheart.”

“But that’s my favorite one to play, you know that.” You granted him more access to your skin, your eyebrows adjoined in the middle as he sucked an angry bruise on your collarbone. “So, indulge me, Jin,” you sighed out. “What would you do if I ran away?”

“I’ll hunt you down.” He felt you shiver under him, your body burning up quickly as excitement pumped through your veins. “I'll search the whole world for you to make you mine again.”

“Search the whole world for me, huh?” You forced out a breathy chuckle, your fingers threading through his hair as his mouth suckled on your breast. “But what if I’m very good at hiding? What if I—ngh, yes, right there—keep running away from you just to make it interesting?”

He drew his mouth away with a pop, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your nub before he ran his tongue over it. “Oh, there will be no escaping me, Sweetheart,” Jinwoo smirked, his voice dense with confidence and arrogance. “But I’ll let you try your best. I love watching you struggle, after all. I love it when you get desperate for me.”

I guess that’s why we’re a match made in heaven. Because I love seeing you act that way, too. The sadistic glow in your eyes rivaled his own. “And what are you going to do to me once you catch me? You’ll have me locked up?”

“And tied up, if I had to.” The feelings of his lips traveling to your ear, his hot breath skimming across your lobe, his tongue sliding against your shell—everything filled your senses at once. “I’ll have you bound to my bed, and I’ll claim you any chance I get. Every day, every hour, every minute I’m awake, I’ll have my cock buried deep inside you, my teeth on your skin, my fingers in your mouth. You’d be mine, Sweetheart. Completely and utterly mine.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the vivid image he drew in your mind. Though you were certain he’d never have the heart to do such things to you, the mere thought of being used, controlled, dominated past your boundaries exhilarated you. “That sounds… exciting, actually.”

“Oh, I’ll make it so, Angel.” His hand glided up your thigh, his nails raking against your flesh. “I’ll make you feel all sorts of pleasure.” He pushed it forward, spreading your legs wide open for him. “And I’ll give it to you”—he pressed down on you, making sure you understand how much he was throbbing at the thought of ruining you—“Again”—he abruptly pushed hips forward, his cock sliding between your folds—“And again”—the protruding vein underneath his length rubbed against your clit, each thrust harder than before—“and again”—he watched you mewl at the sensation, at how wrecked you look beneath him, wanting so desperately to have him inside you—“until you’d never find the will to leave me again.”

Your hips moved on their own, rocking against him, matching every sway. No matter how much you tried to seduce him, Jinwoo refused to give it to you just yet, not until you understood the consequences of what you wished for. “What if I persist?” you asked between jagged breaths. “You know how stubborn I can be sometimes. Would you hurt me?”

Only then did he stop. He leaned back to stand on his knees, his grip tightening around your thighs as his gaze darkened. “I would never hurt you,” he said, stating it like a vow.

You went still for a moment, stupefied by the sudden sincerity. “Too bad,” you smiled, a little minx disguised as an angel. “I think a little pain could be fun.” Curling your fingers around his wrist, you brought him closer to your neck. “Like this.” You guided him to splay his hand at the front of your throat, letting him feel your vein pulsing beneath his palm. “Wrap your fingers around my neck like this and—” You choked in the middle of your words, his fingers suddenly tautening around your throat, stilling your breath. He was only answering your challenge, doing what you taught him to do, but God, it made you weak, made you realize just how powerless you were beneath the man who could shatter your bones to dust.

Thank God, he promised not to hurt you, right?

You laughed softly, the sound strangled as he continued to hold you by the neck. “I—I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” you said, your mouth breaking into a grin. “Never thought someone as gentle as you could choke me like this.”

“Like I said,” he smirked, staring down at you mercilessly. “You don’t know what I’m capable of. If you want your limits to be tested, then I’ll make sure we find out.”

Jinwoo had had his hands around your neck before, but it was always with the intention of possessiveness, never controlling. And this? This excited you. It should’ve terrified you just how rough he was, but no. You loved it. You loved it so much, you could barely recognize yourself.

He could see it, the way pain elevated your arousal, and it delighted him, his eyes gleaming in the temptation to do more, knowing how badly you enjoyed this type of pain. The sweet torture that only he could give. “Too tight, Sweetheart? Should we come up with a safe word?”

“N-no,” you coughed out, not wanting to lose, not yet. “I love it. I want it harder. Give it to me harder.” He did without hesitation, robbing another hiss out of you. "Fuck."

“Careful what you wish for, love,” he warned, bringing tears to the edges of your eyes.

“I know what I wished for.” To his surprise, there was still a spark inside you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, drawing him closer to you. “Are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna fuck me now? Or maybe I should flip us over and ride you like last night. Maybe we should come up with a safe word then 'cause you best believe I’m not gonna let you off easy, Sweetheart.”

He chuckled, impressed by your taunt. He thought you were adorable. “Saying things like that with my fingers wrapped around your neck is a bold move, Angel.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable—” Your sentence ended abruptly in a silent moan when he thrust inside, filling you with everything at once, burying himself so deep, you could almost feel him in your stomach.

Expletives toppled over your lips as you tossed your head back, feeling so full, so complete, your hands gripping onto the sheets. He fucked you slow, then fast, then slow again, throwing you off your rhythm, filling you with frustration, all the while keeping his hand on your neck. It doubled the tension, doubled the pleasure. The sense of danger was always there, like he could crush you any moment, and it was so, so damn thrilling that you fell into regret for not asking him to do this sooner.

“Fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth, his head hanging low as his body caged you inside. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”

Fucking you rough and deep—he could make you come just like that, you knew it. But then, seeing how close you were, Jinwoo pulled himself out entirely, choosing to squeeze his cock between your folds, sliding back and forth on the bundle of nerves, instead of stretching your walls apart.

“Jinwoo—” Your nails clawed against his wrist as your legs wound tightly around his hips. You pulled him down toward you, wanting nothing more but for him to bury himself to the hilt again. “Don’t tease me—”

“Tell me what you want, then.”

He was messing with you, a sight you rarely saw, as he was always determined to make you reach cloud nine as fast as he could. Mischief looked perfect on him, and as much as you wanted to witness it longer, your need for him was starting to grow painful. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

Though elated, he was far from satisfied. “More, Angel. Do your best.”

Fuck having him punished you. I’m going to punish you later for this. “Jinwoo, please! I need you to fuck me, please!”

That was it. That was the kind of desperation he wanted to see. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He chuckled near your ear, “You look the prettiest when you’re begging for my cock, you know that?”

Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing length as a forbidden kind of pleasure burst through your system, feeling burned in the most exciting way. “Hard,” you breathed out, your throat dry. “I need you to fuck me hard, Jin.”

He felt like a king, owning the world in his hands. “Where’s your manners?”

“Please,” you said as tears glazed your eyes. “Please give it to me harder.”

Perfect rows of marbled teeth peeked from behind a wolfish grin. “Good girl.”

He lived up to your words. Every sway of his hips, every drive of his cock inside you was everything that you desired and more. You couldn’t scream his name as loudly as he wanted you to, your throat still strangled to produce anything louder than a whimper. But he relished the sight, nevertheless. If anything, he looked even more excited.

You felt it building, one wave of pleasure after another, ready to crash and drown you like the ocean. “Close, Sweetheart?” he asked, and you gave a shaky nod, biting your lip.

When you were put in a similar situation the night before, your body tensing as your orgasm approaching quickly, Jinwoo had sweetly kissed your temple and whispered, “Come for me, sweet girl. Let yourself go for me.”

But right now…

“I’m gonna make it clear for you, Sweetheart, so I’ll say it again,” he said amidst heavy breaths, almost in a growl as his teeth grazed against your ear. “If you try to run away from me, I’ll wrap my hands around you again, just like this.” He tightened them slightly to paint a picture for you, the added pain nearly sending you over the edge. “And I’ll keep you here with me.” His tongue traced the contour of your ear, his smirk dark and sinful as he made an oath of his own. “And I’ll fuck you like this, the way you want me to. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll only remember my name. And I'll keep fucking you until you stop wanting anything else, but me.”

He proved his words by snapping his hips roughly against yours, causing your vision to turn white. Your orgasm shook you to your core, your strength leaving you almost immediately as he continued to chase after his own high. As your body turned pliant beneath his, Jinwoo pried his hand away from your neck, choosing to slip his fingers between your own. His gesture romantic, a complete opposite of how he was a second ago.

“I’ll have you trapped in my arms, Angel,” he promised as your lids turned heavy. The feeling of his lips caressing your knuckles was the last thing you felt before your unconsciousness slipped away.

“Forever.”

*** AN: I was going to include this in part 2 at first but I feel like it's too long and I don't want to drag the story any further than I already do LOL but throwing this scene away feels like a waste too so idk have your weekly dose of yandere!jinwoo ig 😌

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ernest-rimmingway · 4 months ago

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⭐Soft⭐

Tags: [mlw][mdni][watersports][fingering][overstimulation][edging][dacryphilia][clit play][bladder pressing][mentions of cunnilingus][gentle mdom][slight exhibitionism]

honorary tag: @lucky-beheaded ⭐

You're a pet.

Nothing more than a toy to sate the desire of intimacy of a monster. A beast without a name, only a purpose.

Conquest let's out a soft breath, hands moving towards your hips before he pulls you into his lap, face buried in the curve of your neck, bulging muscles wrapping around your form as he takes a deep breath, inhaling that sweet scent that clung to you.

He's not a patient man.

Not in the slightest.

But he would argue that the shift in your scent, from something bitter, akin to a deer being cornered by a hunter to the saccharine scent of clementines and honey, the smell he's only gotten whiffs of between lovers on the planets he's conquered in the name of Viltrum.

You're soft. Pliable. Weak.

Your hands cradle him affectionately, fingertips tracing the scars that adorn his body, traced the sharp, jagged lines of his bones. And he mimics you.

Hands that have crushed worlds cup your jaw, lips that snarl purse sweetly to press kisses against the fat of your cheeks and fingers that have gouged at eyes until rupture....

...circle your clit with slow intensity that makes your belly dip and your mind hazy.

"My little human." He coos softly, strong nose pressed against where your pulse thrums erratically, hands grasping at his bulky forearms, your lashes flutter and sounds slip from your lips. Perfect, rosy lips that part to let out those delightful little noises, glossy with saliva or whatever little thing he brings back from the ruins of worlds he takes.

Massive, corded muscles keep your thighs parted and you don't know how long he's kept you nestled against him, keeping you on the precipice of a world shattering orgasm.

"So.... Fragile, so... Weak. So very... Soft."

Your mind's blank, eyes bleary as you try to control your bladder because like NLE Choppa said, 'don't cum quick, I control my bladder'.

You're convulsing, clawing at his thighs as he keeps you spread so obscenely wide, glistening cunt facing the ajar door of his quarters. It's nerve-wrecking. The fact that anyone could walk in, and just...

Watch.

"So... Soft..." Conquest's free hand moves to press on your lower belly, gentle pressure from a heavy hand and your back arches, lips parting as you take a shaky breath.

You're so, so very close. Your lungs are burning with sounds you've insisted to swallow down, your skin prickles with sweat and teardrops threaten to spill. You've never been edged this long.

Much to contrary belief, Conquest always gives in. Eager to please, even more eager to allow himself the sight of your cunt pulsing, slick slipping past your holes to pool beneath you.

"Wait-wait-wait," the pleas to make him stop fall on half-deaf ears, his fingers slowing to a gentle stroke between your slippery folds, each stroke causes a squelchy noise to slip past your puffy pussy, alongside trickles of slick that soak into the silken sheets beneath you, "I have to... Pee..."

The admission is sheepish. You have no idea why.

This beast of a man has stood in the doorway of his bathroom, watching you relieve yourself with hearts in his eye, his large form filling the entryway and he's proceeded to lap at your cunt, your legs obscenely wide and your hands weakly pushing at his head.

"Then do it." Conquest whispers, hot breath ghosting over your ear and your heart drops to your spine.

"What— no— you big back- I'm not pissing mysel—llff...."

Your eyes roll back in your head when one of his meaty fingers pushes into your cunt, and he groans.

"So... Tight..." He groans, and you can feel the way his cock pushes against your lower back and you're already sweating bullets, trying to figure out how it'll fit when he eventually decides that he wants to fuck you.

You're surprised that he hasn't.

Surprised that he prefers to watch you being split open on thick fingers, his tongue lapping at your glossy cunt while he ruts against the base of his bed.

Rubbing his cock raw as he pushes you past limits that have you seeing limbo before he yanks you back to where you're meant to be.

Wrapped in strong arms.

"Piss yourself." Conquest whispers. Ticklish kisses pressed to your temples, one hand fucking your cunt with slow, deep thrusts, his rough palm grinding against your clit. While the other remains pushing down... Down... Down...

The embarassment comes second to the relief.

Fluids trickling down your thighs, soaking into the sheets and dripping into a puddle on the marble floor and you bring your hands up to hide your face.

And that coil in your belly snaps and you don't know how to feel.

Cumming around his thick finger, grinding your hips against his palm and you're whining, writhing all while making a mess that you're probably going to be too fucked out to clean. But by God, do you intend to.

Your nails are clawing at his thighs, not even ripping a stitch in his uniform and the longer he keeps stroking that gooey spot just behind your clit, the more your mind turns to a hazy mass of mush.

"Fuck... S'too much— s'too much."

This time... Your pleas do fall on deaf ears. Conquest continues to push you over the edge, your cunt gushing around his fingers and it's only when your eyes well up, fat droplets of salty tears rolling down your flushed cheeks that he pulls his finger out of you.

His tongue drags along your cheek, licking up the rivulets of tears, as well as perspiration before he shifts, setting you down on the edge of the cushioned bed.

Conquest makes slow work of arranging a plethora of pillows around you, surrounding you and keeping you nested in place before he kneels. Knees bitten by the cold of the floor but he nears his face to your pussy.

Flushed, overstimulated and glossy.

Eyes stare up at you from beneath snowy lashes. One, a beautiful and pale shade of brown, pupil large and the other, the palest of blues, nearing white. Blind, without a pupil and bisected by a scar.

Rough features, made for destruction and your hand moves to stroke along his cheek, and he inhales sharply, reveling in the softness of your touch.

Before he leans forward, his tongue lapping at your cunt with slow, unpracticed strokes. Rough and messy, you watch as he keeps his eyes on you.

"Soft..." He coos. "So, so soft. And warm. And wet..."

#ernie's way⭐#invincible #invincible x fem!reader #invincible x reader #invincible x reader smut #conquest #conquest x reader #conquest x fem!reader #conquest smut #conquest x reader smut #invincible conquest #invincible conquest x reader #invincible conquest x reader smut

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i2sunric · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 (hyung line) — PART 2

WARNINGS: gang bang (fivesome), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, blowjob, handjob, p in v, anal sex, deepthroat, rough sex (but not really), cum swallowing, manhandling, pet names (baby, doll, angel, slut), lmk if more → PART 1

TAGLIST: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @seunghancore @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries

a/n: i wanted to make a part 2 but i don’t really like how it came out. please LIKE & REBLOG and lemme know your thoughts <3

After the last time, you grew closer to Heeseung’s band mates, occasionally pleasuring them, but only if your boyfriend was in sight. After all, you didn’t want to cheat.

However, Heeseung had to lie if he said seeing you stuffed full of his best friends’ cocks wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he could get off just by the sight.

Which was why he decided to bring you with him during the new tour.

All four men were full of adrenaline after the concerts, never ready to sleep right away.

They’d come back in the hotel and go straight to yours and Heeseung’s shared room.

You were ready, laying on the bed wearing the white and pinkish lingerie set you knew made Heeseung go beast mode.

Heeseung smirked, dropping his back and walking toward you “All ready for us, mh?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, your gaze going from your boyfriend to his three best friends, all watching you with primal desire.

Jake’s hand went to touch your breasts, folding them in his fingers, making you let out a small moan.

“So pretty.” Sunghoon commented “Get on all fours, doll.”

And who were you to disobey? You quickly sat up and then turned around, so you could get on all fours on the fluffy sheets.

Soon, they all had their pants and boxers long forgotten on the floor as you licked their tips.

Sunghoon and Jake stood in front of you while Heeseung decided to have the honour to fuck you first.

You teased Sunghoon’s cock with your tongue, swirling it around the mushroom tip while you pumped Jake’s hard-on with your hand.

Jay stood by your side, watching the scene unfold right in front of his eyes as he palmed his cock, not wanting to pleasure himself too much and spoil the fun.

“Look at you.” Heeseung said, pushing himself into you without a single warning, making you gasp and take all of Sunghoon’s cock down your throat “Such a good slut for us.”

You clenched around Heeseung, the intrusion of his big dick making your nose scrunch as you tried to blow Sunghoon. The sound of your moans sent vibrations through all of his body, making his hips unconsciously buck.

Jake fucked your fist, his hips moving at a messy speed, just like he was always eager to release rather than enjoying the moment.

“Come on Y/N.” He said “Suck me off too.” And without needing a second request, you shifted your mouth from Sunghoon’s tip to Jake’s, swirling a mixture of your spit and the other’s precum on his dick.

“Fuck.” Heeseung groaned from behind you “Your pussy is so tight angel, squeezing my cock so well.”

You hummed, making Jake’s head fall back “I swear you’re like the goddess of sex.”

Jay walked closer to the bed until he kneeled on the mattress, one hand slapping your ass while the other went to play with your clit, stimulating you even more.

Jake gripped the back of your head and shoved his cock deep inside your throat, you could feel it twitch and drops of salty pre-cum drip down it.

You rolled your eyes back and concentrated on not to let the gagging reflex get the best of you as tears ruined your mascara.

“You look so fucking good.” Sunghoon growled, caressing your shoulder as he fucked your fist, seeing how you weren’t able to give him a handjob with two cocks filling your holes “All ruined.”

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Jake panted “I’m gonna cum, I don’t wanna—“

Before he could even finish his sentence you had hollowed your cheeks and reached one hand to squeeze his balls, making him groan out and empty his load in your throat.

“Shit, baby.” He huffed “I didn’t want to cum so soon.”

You pulled away and licked any drop of cum that escaped your lips, smirking “You always do.”

When you were about to take Sunghoon’s cock in your mouth, Jay said “Nah ah.” And Heeseung pulled out of you.

You let out a complaining noise and Jay manhandled you, lying on the mattress with his back resting on the headboard.

He gently guided you down on his shaft, your hands resting on his shoulders.

A figure hovered behind you, the familiar scent of musk and sweat filling your nostrils.

Heeseung’s breath fanned over your ear “How tight is this hole, mh?” He asked, pressing himself against your ass.

You shuddered, leaning against one of his shoulders as Jay slowly moved your body up and down, making you bounce on him.

“Can I?” He asked, pressing soft kisses down your jaw. You closed your eyes and nodded, your mind already cloudy with lust and desire.

“Good girl.” He murmured, Sunghoon’s icy hand came to spread your asscheeks as Heeseung slowly slid his tip inside your asshole.

You let out a whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as your pussy did the same around Jay.

“Breathe, Y/N.” Heeseung whispered, kissing and sucking on your neck to distract you.

You nodded and tried to take deep breaths as Heeseung pushed all of himself inside your asshole, the stretch was painful yet so sweet combined to Jay’s steady thrusts.

You moaned out loud, rolling your eyes back as they moved together, filling you up to the brim.

“You like it?” Sunghoon asked “You like it, having your holes filled, don’t you, doll?”

You nodded “Like it.” You breathed out “S’full.”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon stood on the mattress “How about how?” He asked, shoving his dick inside your mouth.

You moaned around him, sending waves of vibration on his twitching length.

“S-shit.” Heeseung hissed “So good.”

Jake watched the scene from the edge of the bed, his cock hard again as he jerked himself.

Jay gripped your hips and lifted you slightly, his hips jerking up at a fast pace, his tip hitting your cervix.

“I’m so close, angel.” Heeseung panted, his hips thrusting so harshly, making your body move as you sucked Sunghoon off.

“Good fucking slut.” Jay groaned, cock twitching inside of you, so close to the edge with the way your pussy was clenching around him, knowing you were close to your euphoria as well.

You pulled away Sunghoon’s cock and jerked him off with your hand “Fuck!” You moaned out loud “So good.”

“Shit, Shit.” Sunghoon removed himself from your hand as he shot his load all over your chest, pulling you into a heated make out session that you reciprocated with difficulty.

Truthfully, you were just panting in his mouth while his tongue swirled all around yours, still feeling the aftertaste of Jake’s seed.

Heeseung’s hips also stuttered, cumming deep inside your ass at the same time Jay hit your sweet stop, making your body shudder in release.

Jay fried to hold it back but he wasn’t quick enough to pull out, emptying his load inside of your warm cunt.

You three rode out of your orgasms and then you laid on Jay’s chest, spent.

“What the fuck, man? I told you not to come inside of her.” Heeseung groaned, brows furrowed in anger.

Jay’s breath was still uneven, drops of sweat falling down his forehead “I’m sorry. I didn’t pull out in time.”

“Well, pull out now!” He snapped, making you raise your hand in protest.

You gave him a wary look and slowly lifted yourself off Jay, his cum dripping out of your pussy onto his softened cock.

You moaned and turned around, flopping down on the mattress “I think that was pretty hot.”

“But I’m your boyfriend.” Heeseung frowned. You stared up at him with half-lidded eyes “Yes, you are.”

“So? Aren’t you mad he literally just—“ You shushed hum by nudging his knee with your foot “I’m not mad. I’m on the pill and surely won’t get pregnant by one of your friend’s cream pie.” You chuckled weakly.

Heeseung sighed “Alright,” He gulped “Sorry, Jay.”

“No worries.” Jay shrugged “I get it.”

Heeseung’s gaze fell onto your pussy, the way Jay’s cum mixed with your own wetness had made a mess on the sheets.

And lord if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed— his cock slowly hardened again, twitching in front of him.

You raised a brow at him, “Actually.” He cleared his throat “Why don’t we all take turns and cum inside of you, angel?”

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delirious-donna · 1 year ago

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tw: katsuki x female reader, pro-hero, early 30s katsuki, pure smut, pussy drunk katsuki, finishing untouched, implied multiple rounds, implied unprotected sex, seriously I was just on a filthy rampage 😌

It had happened so fast; so fast that you weren’t sure when your intent had been entirely disregarded in favour of your hot-headed husband’s desire to devour you whole. Not that you were really complaining.

Your phone slid onto the counter, anticipation thrumming through you knowing that another patrol had ended successfully with nothing but a few scrapes and scratches to deal with. Child’s play at this point for the number two pro hero and the love of your life.

Heavy boots stomped towards the apartment door; each step echoed in time with the second heartbeat between your legs and you clenched them shut for a hit of friction. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, not without his body slotted against yours. Hard steel enveloped by your soft curves.

The overwhelming swell of lust was immediate when the door opened, a head of ashy blond spikes dipped low appeared and it felt as if his presence sucked the very oxygen from the room. His cumbersome gauntlets were missing—likely left behind at the agency—but his hero suit remained. It was covered in fine dust, thick black streaks of dirt darkened his biceps and sweat lingered on his brow and shoulders as if he had run here… had he run here?

It was hardly a new scenario, this man was your husband and the routine of his dangerous line of work was well accustomed to both of you, but there was always the adrenaline that came after the ‘fight’. It consumed you both, dragged you under raging, lust-fuelled waves until there was no rational thoughts left—only the need.

Katsuki was your air, your reason to draw breath; all you wanted was to see him happy, loved, content with the world he built for you both. Those were the desires you always harboured, right now, you were focused on your baser instincts.

You needed to swallow him down, have his fat tip punish the soft tissue at the back of your throat until you were slurping down his seed like the greedy beast you felt like. Dammit, you were already licking your lips in sweet anticipation. The phantom salty musk taste whet your mouth with runny saliva, and he smirked when he caught your eye.

Honestly, you had expected to settle low and spread on your haunches. You wanted to worship him whilst he towered overhead. His sheer size and frame were mammoth and imposing; broad shoulders and arms thick with golden-hued muscles, a barrelled chest heaving with every inhale and his nostrils flared as confidence beat against his conscious thought. Bakugou Katsuki was a pure powerhouse of a man, a man of action first and foremost, and never more was that true when you felt his deeply calloused palm grab at the back of your neck.

His mouth slanted atop yours, tongue bullying its way into your mewling mouth as you grabbed at his shoulders to stabilise yourself against the force of being hauled against his chest. His unique glycerin laced sweat mingled with the spice of his soap, filling your nose with only him whilst caramel burst over your tastebuds.

Katsuki overwhelmed your senses so easily that you had no idea you were being walked backwards towards the bedroom. He boots thudded as he kicked out of them, stalking forward with no sign of halting the dominance of his kisses, the grope of your hips, waist, breasts. He never stopped, refused to waver and you were simply swept up in the rip tide that he was his momentum.

Instead of falling to your knees in the hallway like you intended, you found your spine pressed against rich brushed cotton sheets, bare and vulnerable to his attentive gaze. It had you squirming, reacting to every simple brush of his fingers on your heated skin. It did not go unnoticed, nothing every did with Katsuki.

You whined, low and throaty when he pathed a wet trail of kisses down your front, stopping at your breasts and lapping at your peaked nipples in turn. He showed no sign of shucking out of his hero suit, and whilst you adored him decked out for business, right here and now, it simply wouldn’t stand.

“Kat—please...”

His crimson eyes rolled in feigned annoyance, but the smirk couldn’t hide exactly how pleased he was that you wanted to see more of him, like he didn’t already know… the menace.

“For a kiss,” he bartered with a smug smile.

“My fucking pleasure,” you replied, eliciting an amused huff of the hero hovering over you.

Grabbing at the front of his compression shirt, you pulled him down until your lips crashed against his. The kiss was a mixture of sweet and salty, the pace alternating between slow and steady to hurried and frantic. You knew every lick to make him groan, every nip at his bottom lip that would stir the beast within until it roared with the compulsion to take over.

“Cussing is my vice, get your own. Now stop complainin’ and let me eat you out.”

With those rough words, the top half of his clothes swiftly disappeared into a dark corner leaving him bare-chested and magnificent. A literal wall of muscle with a liberal smattering of scars, and it stole your breath to gaze upon him.

Your foot braced against his toned pec, taking in the sight of the ash blond God that moved to kneel between your thighs, drinking him down in intoxicated delight.

Katsuki kissed along your calf until his nose pressed against the fat of your thigh, a low moan issued from his throat sending sparks dancing in your veins. Sometimes you could hardly believe it; the big burly pro hero known for his surly, no-nonsense attitude was so easily affected by being buried in your pussy—pussy drunk if you will. It would make you chuckle if he wasn’t in the process of scattering your wits to the wind with his hungry mouth.

Time ceased all meaning as you gave into Katsuki’s every whim, giving up on the keening pleads for you to return the favour after your second orgasm broke onto his awaiting tongue, slick slurped down his swallowing throat. His fingers tightened into the fat of your backside, spreading you further apart with each massage of his warm calloused hands.

He took his time in licking a fat wet strip over your soaked cunt, tugging on the puffy flesh of your folds with insistent lips. Guttural groans vibrated against your throbbing clit, your bud tender from the array of orgasms the hulking male pulled from you without showing sign of stopping.

Your toes sank into the flexing muscles of his broad shoulders, sensing their every ripple as he prodded once more at your gushing entrance. Slick already coated his fingers, drenched up to the knuckles as he pressed against your velvet walls.

“So good—taste so fuckin’ delicious,” he grunted, lips dancing across your sweat dappled skin with every word.

“Oh, ‘suki—oh god. Please, one more.”

Eyes of brightest ruby snapped up to lock with your own, widening almost imperceptibly as his entire body jerked, once then twice. His digits pressed firmly against your front wall, massaging the engorged tissue of your pleasure spot in earnest until you broke apart at the seams once more.

So blissed out from the release of tension low in your belly, you barely realised when the weight on the bed dipped and moved, Katsuki rolled sideways on a panted breath to reveal a large damp stain on the front of his black combat trousers.

“Fuck—I… shit-I need a minute. Got me busting in my damn pants like I’m still a fuckin’ horny teenager, sweetheart.”

You chuckled but quickly schooled yourself into some semblance of a stern expression. “You’re saying it’s my fault, Bakugou?”

“Don’t you Bakugou me, Mrs Bakugou. Don’t think that cause I ruined my trousers I’m not going to ruin your insides. Just gotta give me five minutes,” he huffed, standing to peel away the sticky mess from his cum-covered groin.

You paid for that attitude… over and over until you were as ruined as he promised.

#delirious writes #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki smut #katsuki x reader #mha smut #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut

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haddonfieldhorrors · 3 months ago

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Slashers and their favorite positions~

|Wanted to try my hand at something smutty! Feeling really uncomfortable, but I’ll push through it (say thank you rn)- nothing like a good ole fashioned private browser of looking up sex positions|

Michael: Doggy style.

Now this man’s a B E A S T, both in the sense of strength and well- bedroom activities. So it would make sense that he’d also be a beast in the sheets 😊

Brahms Heelshire: 69.

I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING PLEASE LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING- we all know this man’s a B O T T O M, HOWEVER- I feel Brahms knows he deserves pleasure as much as you, so why not make it mutually beneficial ;)

Harry Warden: Missionary-

I’m talking up against the cold stone walls of the mines, bros got you pinned with your hands above your head while he goes to town on you. Now, listen my love, Harry’s not a TOTAL monster, after everything’s done, he’ll clean up your back from the jagged stones that dug into your back 🥺

Jason: Spooning

Wasn’t gonna include him originally because Jason strikes me as a slasher who wouldn’t inherently want it or desire it, but let’s say he did. I believe you both would be cuddling in bed, the atmosphere is very calm as the rain falls outside gently. Some gentle kissing leads to lazy, spooning sex.

Charles Lee Ray: Reverse Cowgirl/boy/them (we don’t judge here ;))

He strictly does it for the view he gets to look at. I’m talking dudes making so many comments about your ass. He doesn’t even wanna do any other positions-

A/n: I FEEL ICKY- anyways, sorry if this was absolute garbage, I’ve never written anything smutty before (shame on me fr-)

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zzencat · 9 months ago

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Your Future Spouse As A Mythical Creature + Qualities - ⏳

Welcome to the spooky season folks!! Thought this would be a pretty lightweight and goofy type of reading as we settle in. What are your FS’s qualities? Toxic habits?

Choose wisely. Applicable to future lover or spouse.

Warnings: super long read, suggestive comments (bordering NSFW), some exaggerated details for the fun of it (but the theme and characteristics are still consistent otherwise), toxic tendencies

🥀 THE RITUAL: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out.

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Pile 1 | The Werewolf

Perfectionistic as hell, likely a planner

The horniness comes and stays fellas…

Extremely careful before decision making, yet impatient (more mentally)

Hides what they really feel. Has a hard time expressing their emotions through words, so your person (well, half-person) shows you instead

Might be wealthy or does very well w/ business or business partners

ALWAYS thinks before they act

very PRIMAL tendencies; will bust major nuts when persuading you to be bred…literally. the need to breed you can become suffocating as it seeps into small actions of daily life. will never stop bugging you about it. eventually, these efforts will increase and become more desperate (but hey, if you like that, go for it 😳)

^^the thought of having a family with you gets them down real bad

EXTREMELY overprotective and possessive over how revealing your clothes might be. don’t be surprised if they finally let you out of the house after you choose to wear a hazmat suit

• will do anything for you!!!! provide food, shelter, money… as long as you depend on them, they feel at their highest.

•^^ this can also indicate an incessant need for control and control over you as well

• typically chooses the safe route; sticks to routes they’re already familiar with and practicality

•^^polite with people or at least acts like a civil person, but is easily misjudged regardless

• kind of old school and can be boring; follows reserved traditions very well

• actually is a beast in the sheets, but prob only does vanilla positions

• is very, very hesitant about letting you go out at night and will bust balls to get you to stay inside

• can get overly paranoid over small things that can potentially harm you

slow, sensual, deep lovemaking sometimes—rough and wild, sloppy and fast at others—just totally unable to control themselves. this is bc they exercise so much control during the day that nights leading up to the full moon, or on the night of, are relentless. Also likes doin’ the dirty in the kitchen (i also see boiling soup and an apron if those have any significance)

grumpy in the morning hahaha. grumpy when you order them to do anything for you, but they’ll do it anyway

When they love, they LOVE. Extremely big hearts and easily empathetic, but never/rarely shows it

for some reason, your fs has a solution or piece of advice for every problem in existence

strong or bold looking, big and broad, intimidating, or a very tall person. might have a resting bitch face

a very good listener

• full moons are equivalent to menstrual cycles where their senses are heightened by tenfold, sensitive to everything in their surroundings (ex: ears perk up to sounds as unnoticeable as leaves rustling…), more emotionally reactive, a ceaseless desire for sex everyday—which gets worse as the full moon approaches 🙈—hastier movements, increased moodiness and appetite, goes out hunting more often. 50/50 have a messier diet or a more strict one

• structured or routined day to day

• has probably talked/will probably talk about raising a family with you at least once, becoming more adamant about it over time

• can seem very insensitive or come off as an asshole at times

• EXTREMELY observant; almost nothing gets past their eyes. It’s almost like an intense OCD thing. Pretty sure a lot of FS in this pile are control freaks or have very specific triggers

• can smell when you’re aroused. if you deal with periods, they know exactly what phase you’re in and keep track of monthly cycles. this is also how they can keep an eye on your fertility and “breedability” levels. likely to show clinginess during these times and try to make moves on you. (it’s a manipulation tactic, don’t fall for it!! 😳)

•^^when you get aroused, they get aroused. they’ll decide to make a move depending on the circumstances

• they have good control and discipline over themselves in general. But they’re still prone to control issues, esp over other people, or obsessiveness

Definitely an overthinker. They don’t like to be vulnerable emotionally. It’s very hard to get close to this person, and even harder to open up

doesn’t care about your “flaws” and doesn’t notice until you point them out; will be genuinely surprised to hear you have insecurities, bc to your fs, there’s no such thing. they don’t understand how you could feel that way about yourself or certain things about yourself

In some kind of leadership role (in work, relationship, or the home) or in a high enough position to give and support. Dominant in the sheets—stubbornly prefers to be

Loves to travel or would travel more if they could

Extremely adaptable and an all rounder; does well under pressure and in uncomfortable situations/environments

Likes bantering and stirring things up on purpose sometimes. Sometimes they’re feelin kinda bratty and will instigate. They fight just to fight. They’re usually quiet, reserved, or introverted

• deep down they know this and they’d even admit it to you if you asked, but they’d be totally onboard with you never going outside again and just staying in the house (it’s a possessive wolf thing maybe)

• you might not know at first, and they might not show it evidently, but they love sad karaoke songs or sad songs overall

Primary love language: Acts of service, physical touch, quality time, and gift giving

• *sniffs you with suspicion* “…that’s not my scent…”

• standing watch over you when you use a knife to cut vegetables — says, “are you sure you don’t need my help?” at least 5x in 2 mins, and still doesn’t leave after that

• stare wars with birds on a pole bc they felt offended by the birds staring first

• randomly, abrupt howling on some nights

“You take what I give you”

Acts as your personal bodyguard- will actually fight anyone for you

• loves to smell around your neck area- that shit kinda tickles tho

• (if your werewolf is male): “change out. that’s too revealing. you know men are dogs.” (lmfaooo? says who, the werewolf??)

• scolds you like a damn parent because you went outside at night for a few minutes to get some fresh air

• massages your thighs and feet

• physical contact is a must for them when watching movies with you

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Pile 2 | The Vampire

• “I ‘vant tu zuck yur blud.”

• a bit of a vanity monster (as most vampires are.) they like the way they look, and also care about how they present themselves to other people and most importantly, looking hot as hell in front of you, maybe too much at times. but from your pov, they really don’t have to try. they’re just naturally…wow. Breathtaking. HOWEVER!!! They use it to their advantage.

• Actual sass-squashes. They’re sassy and for no reason, but you can’t take them seriously when they are 😂😂

• intentionally AND unintentionally funny. like those characters on Disney channel shows that are like “oh yeah? try me” and then some bigger, buffer person comes in and they flinch a little. if you squint, you’ll catch a gulp in there too. it’s funny. endearing even. but they gotta own up to their mistakes and tone down on overcompensating. If there’s one thing they do, it’s to make up for what they don’t have.

• L-O-Y-A-L….by the time they get with you, at least. they might’ve had an…interesting reputation in the past. they might seem selfish bc of it—which is partially true. they can charm people to get what they want. They might/might have had a history of partying, hella socializing, hanging out w/ friends whenever they could (haha get it? hanging out? yk…vampire stuff…)

A total charmer and a flirt. They like to bicker and tease you; playful,, sometimes it’s cute…others, kinda annoying

• if you talk to this person seriously and in a calm and diplomatic manner, they’ll get a little defensive, yes, but A LOT less so than if you were yelling and screaming at them outright. if you both just sit down on the edge of the bed, tilt your head to a 45 degree angle and show your concerns, they’ll reflect and maybe deflect here and there, but they’ll think about it throughout the day.

• I think this person goes through varying phases of heat. (Prob not even the right word here but-) By that I mean, sometimes they wanna get down and dirty for 30 hours straight or just session after session after session nonstop—OR they take what they need and leave for a couple hours, come back again, take, and leave. This is odd at first, but it just comes with the moodiness they inherently have, possibly sticking to them from the past life. They might have suffered with commitment issues, and I don’t mean them per se, but the people around them that didn’t know how to love: family, friends, anyone that was close and left abruptly or never showed love. (Made me a lil sad there...)

• Love is complicated. They didn’t believe in it before and was confident they wouldn’t ever. But when you ask them “What do vampires think about love? Are you allowed to love?”, they turn their heads, take a moment to skim over your face in silence. Love…is what I’m feeling with you. They want to admit this, but vampires can’t feel. Would you even believe them? They don’t even know what love is. They don’t even feel heartbeats anymore, but for some reason, when you look into their eyes like that, there’s a different kind of pulsing. A surge of desire that courses through them, screaming at them to keep you forever. They can’t ever let you go now.

•^ This leads us to possessiveness. They are…*phew* VERY possessive and very dramatic/petty/easily sulky about it. You’ll lose your mind over it. If you do something as simple as shopping, they will follow. Too insistent and stubborn not to. What if you encounter another vampire living among the humans during the day, and suddenly, said vampire wants you too? Sure, they get burnt with a bit of sun, so what? They’d evolved enough to wear a million layers of sunscreen and a million layers of clothing over that, all dressed up like a moving heap of clothes. They care about how others might see them like this, of course, but in moments like these, they don’t care when you’re on the line.

• they’ve never really had their emotions looked at carefully or taken care of. It’s always just been brushed off, not only by themselves but by others as well. I personally wouldn’t doubt if they claimed to never have had real friends or friends that cared about the inside substance rather than the outer. Your fs just seems like they’re trying to fit in, be accepted and validated. You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance, but as you gradually get to know them, you’ll find that their heart is barely being held together by makeshift glue.

Very in tune with their inner divine feminine energy,, not afraid to tap into it and explore that side more

Not that emotionally developed but has major potential to with the right teacher

Nurturing and caring, but might be materialistic or putting too much importance on the material/physical pleasures. Truly lives for the fun of it

Works hard, plays hard—and will shamelessly chase you

Knows exactly what to say and do that will rile you up. Knows all of your weak spots physically

Down to try anything and everything with you, no complaints

Sensual and passionate personality and in the sheets

Super open minded and curious, easygoing and has no expectations. Makes a lot of jokes too.

Daring, optimistic, brave and believes in no limits (but bc of this, they can be seen as naive or have an innocent nature inside.) Gets in half-fights/arguments w/ people for fun

A total switch in bed; can and literally will do/try anything

Now, dare I say…the FS for this pile have the best rizz and sex game

Some fs in here can get too naggy

They have a great fashion sense or an overwhelming appreciation for fashion, beauty, or aesthetics, and is more than willing to be involved in your fashion styles

Red flag moment: solves problems in your relationship w/ sex so that yall will just forget it and move on

In hindsight, this FS is so flamboyant or charming that you could get lost in what they’re trying to express. They’ve got very fiery energy (betting rn that they have extremely prominent fire sign placements).

P.S. yeah after writing this out and reviewing the format, seeing all the back and forth…pile 2 FS def has a perfection mask thing going on. They wanna make themselves appealing in one way or another, or the consequences will just break them into pieces. The last thing that they want is to be alone.

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Pile 3 | The Fairy

Alas, we’ve gotten to arguably the most healthy future spouse here out of the 3 😅 (and the most intuitive)

Introspective as hell and wise. Helps you with really anything

They’re ok w/ being alone; most introverted of the piles

Positive, hopeful, and optimistic when it comes to others. More pessimistic when it comes to themselves.

Balanced and a good mentor; suuuper patient (a lot of times to a fault)

Learns from their losses and mistakes and becomes a better person, improving almost immediately

Mediator type of person, but will defend you against others in argument—which they’ll win btw

They don’t like seeking help from others—if anything, your FS is usually the helper—even when they can ask for help right in front of them- even if it’s recommended to get help, they still won’t do it

Hella infj vibes tho (if you’re into mbti)

Every show of love is their love language. Bonus points if they wear matching clothes or secretly write poems to you that they’ll never tell you about

This future spouse group has the cheesiest and the sweetest person

Your person can lead a life more flexible financially than the other 2 piles

Also an all rounder! But thinks that they aren’t perfect when they literally are; struggles with their own low self-esteem so they try to build other people up

Putting others before themselves is second nature- they ALWAYS prioritize you or others; extremely selfless

^^Now, each fairy got a different role and purpose. The reasoning for your fs being overly selfless and self-sacrificial varies. The easy answer? Insecurity. Second? Obligation or a sense of duty. The list goes on…

They’ve got that Triple A Threat: Amazing Ass Adaptability. Your person has been thru quite a bit, hell and back. Sometimes, life just likes to mess with them for no apparent reason 🤷🏻‍♀️)

They’re always ready to face challenges; Incredibly strong person. They’ll be with you thru thick and thin!!

Strong sense of justice and equality. OH- and also they like traveling or would like to travel more!

A literal inspiration and hope (yes, with sparkles on top.) Not only do they inspire others, but your person—no matter how rock bottom you get—will never leave you.

gets jealous and easily possessive but doesn't wanna show it (shit's still pretty obvious tho)

The type that babbles their heart out when they get comfy with you. They don’t get like this with just anyone

Likely likes museums and art. Things that the media typically deems boring, weird, or unconventional your FS will prob find interesting. They like to look into deeper meanings and interpretations.

In bed, they’re pretty vanilla and soft. But are open to exploring things that aren’t too wild (like our vampire up above)

(Take this bit very lightly: I see that this person has grown up or has been around “broken” people their entire life, so they feel they need to take responsibility on behalf of those people. They might be some kind of counselor, mentor, or therapist. They’re prone to blaming themselves if situations take a bad turn or go unplanned. I’m also hinting here that some of your FS might have a savior complex, and not on purpose. They might always take some kind of leadership role or something directly beneficial to people- nurses, camp leaders, etc…)

They will take all of the burden so that you don’t have to

If your FS had any weirdo or pervy habits, it’d probably be compulsively stealing your panties or building a shrine with locks of your hair on it 😵‍💫 (which hopefully I hope doesn’t happen. I heard in some fairy folklore, they steal babies, like flying away with the newborn-in-a-basket typa thing- and for no reason too! Don’t let them steal yo babies now!!)

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**Ending Teddy note:

As always, thank you so very much for tuning in with us! I hope you have a spooktacular Scorpio season as we are soon heading into it (depending on when you’re reading this), but really you can read this at any time. Rmr to take everything with a grain of salt! Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. Stay safe out there and rock on people 🤩🤩 Feedback is very much appreciated in any form as it’d help me grow as a reader :)

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