#whole lotta red hot

[feralchaton]

The promise of a clean regime are promises we keep. Do you like it rough, I ask and are you up to task?

[playboiofficial]

Any store-bought, mall-bought, or name-brand attire pales compared to Playboi Carti's. 

[simp4wom3n]

Why Don't I Know You?

Requested: Yes/No ~ How about Regina having a crush on the reader but not saying anything bc she thinks the reader won't like her, but when the reader starts talking to her and everything, Regina is suddenly possessive ykwis

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Summary: Shocked when a face she doesn't recognise shows up in her class, Regina makes it her goal to learn everything about them, even if it leads to her gaining a massive crush. ~ Word Count: 4.1k ~ Warnings: lotta swearing, one slur, otherwise mainly fluff

A/N: HI!!! FIRST RENEE/REGINA FIC!!! she is criminally underwritten, so I thought I would do my part (other people pls do right for her I need stuff to read). I love her so so much, and I had a blast writing this, so pls enjoy <3 + I will be creating a Renee rapp taglist so comment or message me if you wanna be on it :)

The halls of North Shore High were like a second home to Regina. Some would call it her hunting ground. Each year, she relished her opportunity to prowl the hallways, hunting the new freshman as she committed every new face and name to mind, with the intention of digging up all the dirt she possibly could. With thanks to Gretchen, she knew everything about everyone.

But then there was you.

"Alright, we have a new student joining us today."

Regina's eyes widened in pure shock as you walked into the room. With your bag casually slung over your shoulder, you make a beeline for the empty tables surrounding Regina. Ignoring the intensity of her gaze, you drop your bag and settle into the chair next to her. The faint strains of music emanated from the headphones hanging from your ears as you began organizing your belongings, only to be interrupted by the teacher.

"Y/n, if you could please stand and introduce yourself."

Your eyes flicked nervously towards the teacher, and the entire class turned to look at you. The intensity of Regina's gaze made your cheeks glow with a faint red before you sighed dejectedly and reluctantly stood up, pulling out your headphones.

"Um... Hi, I'm Y/n... not really much else to say."

The teacher nodded at you before turning around to start the lesson. Watching as you sat down, Regina's focus shifted entirely to you.

She couldn't tell whether it was because she knew nothing about you, or that you were just so damn hot.

Maybe it was both.

As soon as the bell rang, signalling the end of the class, Regina wasted no time storming off to find Gretchen. Having watched you for the entirety of the class, she was desperate to find out everything about you.

Strutting through the packed hallway, everyone staring at her in fear, Regina locked onto her target as she came into her view. "Gretchen!" she called irritatedly. The small girl quickly turned around as her eyes widened in fear. "Tell me... How is it that I don't know anything about this new Junior, Y/n? Why wasn't I informed? I need all the details now!"

Gretchen, scrambling to keep up with Regina's relentless pace, stammered out an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Regina! I didn't even know they were coming."

"God, you are useless!"

In only a week, not only had watching you become her routine, but she had even started to develop a crush on you, as painful as that was for her to admit.

She was supposed to be chased, not the one chasing.

Seeing you had become the favourite part of her day, even above having the whole school bow at her feet. She hadn't even talked to you. She just watched.

She meticulously studied your every move, subconsciously committing all of your subtle mannerisms to memory. Like the way you would take notes, or the way you would nibble at your fingers when you were focused. Or her personal favourite, when you knawed at the end of your pencil when you were nervous or stressed.

Fuck, she wishes she was that pencil.

She hated to admit it, but the thought of talking to you terrified her. Her usually overbearing confidence drained away whenever you sat in the chair next to her, your mysterious yet comforting presence causing her to malfunction.

And yet, as she sat at lunch with Gretchen and Karen, she refused to mutter a word about you to them. The furthest they pushed was when Gretchen asked about you after catching Regina staring at you, and the look Regina gave the poor girl made her shut up immediately.

The lunch tables were packed as usual, but Regina's eyes scanned the hallway beside them. She was well aware that you never sat at any of the tables, so she patiently waited for you to return to your locker, which was conveniently placed within sight of her table.

Karen and Gretchen's incessant babbling went unnoticed as you finally appeared. She couldn't help but notice your slouched posture and sluggish movements. You looked exhausted. Your headphones, which you always had on you, dangled from one ear as you forcefully opened your locker.

As if she wasn't already concerned, the table of varsity jocks had also noticed you, taking your clearly irritated mood as a green light to push even more of your buttons. From across the room, Regina watched with a clenched jaw as three of them stood from the table and made their way towards you.

Her body ached with anger as she watched them grab you by the shoulder and throw you against the lockers. Your exhausted expression turned to one of fear as they held you up against the cold metal doors. The guy forcefully snatched your headphones away, callously tossing them to the ground and obliterating them with a single forceful step.

Regina choked on a gasp. She knew how much you loved those headphones.

She was annoyingly out of earshot as she watched them continue to laugh at and berate you whilst shaking you against the lockers. Her blood was boiling. The others had noticed her expression and cast confused glances towards the commotion, which only confused them more.

The Regina they knew would be laughing.

After Regina's next victims finally let you go, your body shook as you realised that the whole school had just watched you get shamelessly belittled. As soon as your gaze locked with Regina's, your embarrassment grew unbearable, triggering you to hastily get your belongings before moving to make a swift escape.

The last Regina saw of you, you were frantically running away, desperately trying to hide your state as tears streamed down your face.

Those jocks had no idea what was coming for them.

The next time she laid eyes on you was the week after. She had already exacted her revenge on the jocks, having called their parents and telling them they all had STDs, yet when she caught sight of your weary expression as you entered the classroom, the familiar sense of triumph eluded her.

As the lesson passed and the teacher blabbered about a new group project, Regina's eyes never left you as you buried yourself in your notebook.

"Ok, listening, please." the teacher announced, garnering both of your attention. "The groups are as follows," you patiently waited for your name to be read out so you could go back to absentmindedly doodling in the margins of your book, whilst Regina similarly waited to hear the name of the poor soul who would be stuck with her. Yet, to her surprise, she wasn't disgusted by the name read beside hers.

"Y/n and Regina,"

With eyes wide and fixed on the teacher, Regina failed to notice the sudden blush that crept onto your cheeks, causing you to quickly lower your head. "You have the rest of the lesson to plan." the teacher mumbled before returning to their desk, where they sat silently.

Neither of you moved. After a second of secretly hoping Regina would make her move, you figured she wasn't interested in you or the project. Opening your computer and immediately diving into research, Regina sat at her desk, trying to build the courage to talk to you.

God, she hated being a coward.

After a few minutes and a few internal pep talks, she decided to take her one excuse to talk to you as she finally scooted her desk towards yours and turned to face you. As she inched closer, your heart began to race, sensing her gaze fixed on you. With a bashful smile, you diverted your attention from your screen and finally made eye contact with her.

She was breathtaking.

Clearing your throat, you quickly turned back to your computer as you scratched the back of your neck. "I-I'll just do it all when I get home," you spoke nervously, presuming THE Regina George would want nothing to do with you or the project.

"What makes you think I'd make you do it alone," she retorts, her tone more flirtatious than she had intended, but she wasn't mad about it. You looked back at her, lost for words for a second as you tried to scramble together a response.

"Well... I-I just presumed you wouldn't want to help." A small smile formed on her lips as you briefly glanced at her, "I mean, you hardly pay attention, so I just... figured." She softly giggles at your words, her laughter sending a flutter of excitement through your body.

Little did you know she was distracted by you.

"Come to mine later. We can do it together." Regina's unexpected display of confidence caught both of you off guard as her usual flirtatious demeanour made a comeback. Meanwhile, you stared at her in disbelief, trying to process what had just happened. "Ugh... Yeah, sure, if that's ok?"

"I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't"

As the school bell rang through the corridors, you were overwhelmed with both relief and anxiety. After enduring a tedious day at school, you were now faced with the terrifying task of not only talking to Regina but also spending hours alone with her at her house.

Walking out the doors and towards the car park, the sound of the bustling school fading into the background, your eyes catch a familiar blonde leaning up against her Jeep. Your heart began to race faster as you approached her, your bag feeling heavier with each step.

Her expression softened as she noticed you approaching, a warm smile gracing her lips, and she pushed herself off her car. "Hey," she greets softly, a soft shade of pink painting her cheeks as you both smile at each other. "Hi," you said breathlessly with a small chuckle.

Without another word, Regina moves to get in, and you follow suit, chucking your bag into the backseat next to hers before climbing into the passenger seat.

The breeze gently tousled your hair as you drove to her house, the soothing tunes of music filling the air, matching the nervous excitement between you both. Your heart beat along with the music as you snuck glances at the girl sitting next to you. With her eyes focused on the road and the wind softly brushing her skin, you were utterly mesmerised by her.

Of course, you had heard of Regina George's horror stories, but this girl was different.

Sure, you hadn't spoken till this morning, but there was something about her you couldn't quite describe. Something that brought you to school every day, comforting you as you sat in undoubtedly one of the most boring classes, and that gave life at North Shore High purpose.

Frankly, you rejected any idea of her being a heartless bitch.

When you eventually turned into her driveway, your gaze was forced away from her as you caught sight of her house, or should you say mansion. The house was almost cinematic in grandeur, your eyes growing wider by the second as you drove closer before eventually stopping at the door.

"Wow," you mumbled under your breath as you exited her car, your eyes not leaving the building as you reached for your bag. You heard Regina chuckle lightly as she led the way to her door. "My mum's not home, thank god, so we have the place to ourselves."

You nod mindlessly as you follow her through the front door. As you trailed behind her, the pristine marble floors beneath your feet echoed with each step, a stark contrast to the scuffed linoleum of the school corridors.

Just when you thought you had gotten used to it, Regina led you to her room. Stepping inside, you find yourself mesmerised by everything around you. "This is your bedroom?" you asked, clearly taken aback. Regina glanced back at you, a shy smile on her face.

"Yeah, It was my parents, but I asked them to trade me." "Right...". You couldn't help but be captivated by the array of decorations adorning the walls, taking in the posters and photos that offered a rare glimpse into her life beyond her reign as the queen of North Shore.

Sitting on her bed and removing her shoes, she motions for you to do the same. Dropping your bag next to her massive bed and grabbing everything you need, you carefully sit down next to her, leaving enough room between the two of you so you don't seem invasive.

Opening your laptop and notebook, you place them on the bed as you pull up the project materials. You can feel Regina's gaze on you even though she's trying to be subtle, and the thought instantly makes your cheeks glow softly.

"So, uh, where do you want to start?"

The next few hours flew by as you worked on the project together. Regina was surprisingly helpful, the two of you moving closer as your work drew to a close. Now that the project was over, the familiar awkwardness lingered in the air as you searched for something to talk about that wouldn't embarrass you.

"You're really good at drawing, you know." Regina compliments softly, pointing at your notebook margins before you can say anything as you blush at her words. "Thanks... I've been doing it more since-" "Your headphones broke." Regina cuts you off as you look at her surprised.

"Yeah... How did you know that?" It was Regina's turn to blush as she realised that she had just revealed herself. Stammering to find an excuse, she looks away for a second, embarrassed. "I-I'm just a very observant person."

You look at her suspiciously with a small smile gracing your lips, the thought of Regina watching you making your heart flutter.

"You're different." you find yourself blurting out, "from how everyone else describes you, I mean." you finish quickly. Regina chuckles as she smiles at you softly. "You're different too. Good different. I like it."

The tension between you grew as you stared into each other's eyes. A softness behind her pale blue eyes drew you in, and before you knew it, you were slowly leaning in. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you caught Regina glancing down at your lips, her own caught between her teeth as your faces grew closer.

"Regina, honey!" You scramble backwards as Regina's bedroom door flies open, revealing who you believe to be her mum. "Oh. Hi there!" "Mum, seriously!?" Regina yells in disbelief. Your ears begin to ring as your head pounds, thinking about what would have happened if you had not been interrupted.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't realise you had anyone over." While Regina's mother was apologising, you could hear Regina sighing in frustration next to you. "I'll just go to the kitchen." Her mum suggests as she begins to leave the room, but you beat her to it. "No, Ms George, it's okay. I was on my way out anyway." You offer her a smile you hope appears as genuine as you quickly throw everything into your bag.

Trying to ignore Regina's pained gaze, you threw your bag over your shoulder, grabbed your shoes, and quickly exited her bedroom, making your way out the front door. You had no plan on how to get home, but you would rather walk than have to sit in that room after what had happened.

Walking into school the next day was like walking straight into a nightmare. You already weren't fond of the school, having been called slurs and made fun of constantly, but adding to that, your usual excitement of seeing Regina had been replaced with pure fear.

In just one night, you managed to spin every interaction you ever had with the girl, leaving you incredibly embarrassed about how you had let it all happen. Who were you to think Regina might actually like you? You were probably just a pawn in some big game.

Unlocking your locker and throwing it open, already fed up with the day before it had even begun, you began to unpack your stuff, completely ignorant of the approaching jock.

Walking into school with a similarly distraught look, Regina's mind was stuck reeling over the events from last night. The question of why you ran away was all she could think about until she heard a sharp bang.

Before you could react, you were once again thrown against the lockers, an irritated grunt leaving your lips. Your eyes met the same bastard who had made bullying you their new hobby. "Back for more, dyke?" he taunted you, your fists clenching involuntarily as you awaited the verbal abuse he was undoubtedly about to unleash on you.

Regina's head immediately whipped in its direction, a new sense of anger rushing through her body as she saw your saddened figure being pinned up against the lockers. Without hesitation, she storms towards the jock holding you against the wall with a fire burning behind her eyes.

"Fuck off, asshole!"

The boy's expression quickly shifted, causing him to release his grip on you and hastily retreat in terror. You sighed in relief as you observed Regina approaching you, her face contorted with unmistakable rage.

You found it quite amusing how scary everyone found her, causing the boy who had just been full of confidence to shrink into insignificance, like a tiny ant that she was about to step on.

"Look in her direction again, and it won't just be STDs next time."

The boy's face flashed in realisation before hurriedly scrambling off. All eyes were fixed on you as Regina directed her gaze towards you, her expression instantly softening with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Are you ok?" you managed a nod as the softness of her voice filled you with a comforting warmth.

"Yeah… Thanks," you replied softly, your familiar awkward energy filling the air. She watched you momentarily as you remained silent, hopeful that you would acknowledge her. Yet, as you continued to avert your gaze away from her, she gave you a soft nod before turning to leave. Her stomach sank as the failing state of your relationship grew more and more obvious.

With an unfamiliar burn of tears behind her eyes, her pace quickened as she tried to get as far away from you as she possibly could.

But you stopped her.

"Regina, wait!"

Looking over her shoulder and meeting your sorry gaze, her heart can't help but flutter as she watches you slowly jog after her. "Sorry, I-" you hesitated, feeling a surge of nerves as you came the closest you had been to Regina since yesterday. "Did you want to maybe... hang out at yours after school again?"

"Didn't we finish the project?" She seems confused, completely missing that you wanted to spend time together outside what was needed. "No, we did. I just thought we could, you know, just watch a movie or something, but if you're not into that-"

"I would love to." She interrupts your anxious babbling with a gentle laugh, her gaze filled with admiration as you stare at her in a state of surprise and joy. "Meet me at the same place, ok?" "Yeah". Regina walks away from you with a smirk as you stand there frozen.

Holy shit, you just asked Regina George out.

The trip to Regina's after the bell finally rang was much like the day before.

She waited for you by her car, dismissing her other friends when she spotted you. Greeting each other warmly before jumping in the car, you once again listened to music whilst the wind swept through your hair, a nervous yet warm sense of anticipation falling between you.

Pulling up to her house, which you were still in awe of, you jumped out of the car and walked towards the front door behind Regina. "This time, my mum actually isn't home and won't be. I made sure of it. So we really do have the place all to ourselves."

You both laughed at her words as a small blush crept onto your cheeks. You walked behind Regina as she entered her bedroom, studying the now familiar walls as she set up everything you needed to watch a movie.

After sitting on her bed with the TV switched on and Netflix loaded up, you still remained standing in her doorway, nibbling on your pencil, which you always kept stowed away in your pocket, causing her to glance at you with a puzzled expression. "You seem distracted. Everything okay?" she asked, her voice soft yet discerning.

Snapping back into reality, offering her a sheepish smile, you replied, "Yeah, just lost in thought, I guess." taking the pencil from your lips, you slowly moved towards her bed, your eyes subconsciously scanning every inch of her body, your mind going wild seeing her so comfortable.

Her gaze fixated on you, her piercing blue eyes captivating in the sunlight pouring through the window. She laughed softly, the sound filling the room with a pleasant melody. "Lost in thought or thoughts of me?"

The comment caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I… um, what makes you say that?". Regina, who reclined into her bed, gestured towards your hand, occupied by a chewed-up pencil.

"You always chew on that when you're nervous," she spoke softly. Your eyes widened in astonishment as the familiar burn returned to your cheeks. "How do you know that?" She smirked, "I notice everything." Regina's gaze never wavered as she continued watching you, a playful glint in her eyes.

"So, what's got you so nervous, Y/n?"

You felt a lump form in your throat as Regina's question hung in the air, filling the lavish room with tension. You couldn't help but fidget with your pencil, trying to find the right words to capture the overwhelming mix of emotions that Regina's presence constantly stirred within you.

"I, uh… it's just… everything, I guess. School, people, this…" You gestured vaguely between the two of you, unable to articulate the chaotic mess of feelings inside. Regina leaned up, her voice softening. "Well, you don't have to be nervous around me." Her eyes locked onto yours, a sincerity beneath the confident facade. "Now sit."

Slipping your shoes off and sitting on the bed, you move closer to Regina, who is lying against her pillows, her gaze unwavering. Eventually settling next to her, you turn to look at her, your heart fluttering as her soft eyes meet yours.

The room seemed to buzz with an unspoken energy, and all you could hear was the sound of your shared breaths. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, watching Regina's eyes analyse your face. A blush painted her cheeks, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Regina seemed hesitant, her mouth opening as if searching for the right words. "You know, I've been infatuated with you ever since you first walked into class." Your heart did a somersault at her words. A dreamy smile spread across your face, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy and disbelief.

"Regina George. Infatuated with me?" you teased playfully, her confession coursing adrenaline through your veins. With a gentle laugh, she hides her face briefly behind her hand before looking back at you, matching your wide smile.

"Shut up."

Leaning towards you, Regina's hands delicately wrapped around your neck, a slight shiver travelling down your spine. The room appeared to tighten as Regina held you, her touch confident and gentle. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes never leaving Regina's as she closed the distance.

Time seemed to stand still as her lips met yours.

The touch of her lips against yours was gentle, her hands brushing your neck with a mix of desire and passion. Everything else faded away as you fell into the kiss.

Her breath mingled with yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of her heart echoing your own. The room seemed to buzz with an electrifying charge, and the only sounds that reached your ears were the shared breaths between you two.

As Regina pulled away, a shared moment of breathless silence hung in the air. Once buzzing with unspoken energy, the room was now filled with the soft sounds of your intertwined breaths. Regina's cheeks were tinted with a deeper blush, and a subtle smirk played on her lips.

Your mind still reeling from the feeling of her lips on hers, you speak with a breathless chuckle, "What's everyone else gonna think?". Regina smirked at your question, a glint of defiance in her eyes as she pulled you back in, mumbling her response on your lips.

"Let them talk."

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[mayamidnightmelody]

Amanda Peet

Okay, listen up fam, let's talk Amanda Peet. This queen is aging like fine wine but that's not even the main course. Peet's got this whole "confidently rocking what you momma gave ya" vibe that's next-level. Whether it's a red carpet gown with a plunging neckline or a bikini that would make fire emojis blush , she pulls it off with an air of "I'm a grown woman and this body is ."

Now, some might just see cleavage and call it a day, but Peet's whole thing is way deeper than that. It's about owning her sensuality. It's that smoldering look in her eyes that says, "Yeah, I know I'm hot, but I'm also funny, smart, and got a whole lotta sass." It's the kind of confidence that makes you wanna stan a woman for life.

Let's be real, Hollywood can be a place where women are pressured to stay young forever. But Peet's out here defying those expectations. She's rocking her curves and reminding everyone that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. It's about feeling good in your own skin, no matter what the haters say.

And trust me, there's nothing wrong with a little appreciation for the finer things in life. Peet's got a body that's sculpted by hard work and healthy living, and she deserves to show it off if she wants. It's not about objectification, it's about celebrating the female form in all its glory.

So next time you see Amanda Peet rocking a look that makes your jaw drop, take a moment to appreciate the woman behind the dress. She's talented, strong, and totally owning her fire. That's the kind of energy we all need, you feel me?

[elvirable]

Ambrosia (Act 1)

[ Astarion x f!Reader ] | ao3 link

rating: explicit | word count: 2k | status: ongoing themes/tags: vaginal sex, feelings realization, denial of feelings, light smut.. for now, and a whole lotta angst, will add more smut tho in the next chapters, soulmates, fluff, written as a glimpse into his mind during each act ———–

Astarion would never tell you, though - it was his little secret, one he hid away just for himself.

In other words: A delve into Astarion's thoughts, starting with the day he met you. *will update description at some point. ———– A/N: i wrote this as a peek into Astarion's mind throughout Act 1. plan to continue as i progress throughout the game. lmk what you think and if you like this style!

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Grief had a penchant for wearing different masks.

Phantom faces that slithered through shadows, white-hot wrath that clawed at the throat, an endless gnawing that swallowed one whole: all faces of a primordial monster that had existed before time itself.

Astarion knew all this. 

He had met them all – intimate with its simplest form, a cold polarizing solitude; a loyal companion for two centuries, teaching him to lick his wounds with malice. Others had taken everything from him, or they were too weak to lift a meaningful finger. It took several lifetimes to finally mend his precious pride back together. Why should he practice mercy when no one had shown him any?

And by some stroke of luck, he was free – at least for now. Opportunity had fallen before his feet; he could chase after power, clutch revenge in his pale fingers, walk amongst the sun. Red eyes clung to the light glimmering across the water and wavering leaves. A desperate urge pulsed up his spine, insisting he memorize each saturated detail before it faded away like the most ethereal dream. The exhilaration rose wildly before plummeting to the pits of his stomach.

Huh, that was odd. It had never dawned on him that grief could also bloom in the slow, golden sunlight.

Languid beams washed against his flesh and through the faint hem of his shirt. Every fiber of his skin ached, dull and shallow, at the sacred warmth that had been a stranger for so long. He felt this haunted and holy gift – the vigor of life from each ray of light running over his fair face. Reunited once again, like long-lost lovers.

It was the sound of boots thudding against dirt that pulled him back into the world, on the ravaged beachfront. 

With straight posture, a hollow smile painted itself across his lips. ==

“You have your mother’s eyes, you know.”

No, he didn’t know.

Quiet was this small voice that, for some odd reason, had grasped onto his conscience the night he died. It had sung loud in the beginning, but now it was just a whisper. Everything else had reduced to dust, long-buried beneath the cold earth. 

But if he could conjure the ghost of his mother, he couldn’t be bothered to. Astarion envisioned a sharp tsk , a scowl dripping with disgust if she could see the creature he was today: a thrall to his own hedonistic desires, wielding manipulation and seduction as an instrument. A vampire , taking solace amongst the shadows and draining the life around him.

Maybe he was the same, just calloused and rearranged by the fate spun for him. 

However, there was no need to exhume the past. It proved futile anyway; he couldn’t even recall the previous hue of his eyes, much less run his hands over his reflection. The only thing worthy of concern was survival. Memories had been shrouded by the same pivotal virtue, the one that carved the habit to become shapeless – to cater to every impulse and whim of those who could serve useful. Those who could protect him, at least for the time being.

And that was exactly what he tried with you, as his breath was inches from your slender neck and your eyes widened in hazy alarm, catching him by surprise. 

“Shit.”

You scuttered to your feet in the frantic silence, dozens of excuses fluttering to Astarion’s tongue. The fatigue of bloodthirst hindered his wit, but he raised his palms in reservation.

He had already taken note of your misleading presence – you were small, but heavens , would you put up a fight. Other companions had already turned towards you for guidance the past few days, and you were carved with a beauty that could intimidate. Though, there were cracks underneath that facade – ones with darkness in between. 

Peering into these cracks was his only outlet to earn your trust; after all, it was paramount for survival.

“I – I wasn’t going to hurt you,” exasperated breaths pushed from his throat. “I just needed, well.. blood.”

Basked in the dim firelight, your wary gaze studied him for what he really was: a vampire, a slave to sanguine hunger. He caught the stutter in your furrowed brows before they eased. Smug delight settled in his nerves when you, although with apprehension, allowed him to taste you.

Astarion eagerly obliged, immediately losing himself in the euphoria– the sweet vigor of your blood, how silky and rich. A low hum vibrated in his throat, and he barely registered when your palms pushed his broad weight off of you. Lush satisfaction that quenched his blood-thirst still coursed through him like a stimulant, but he still caught the tail-end of your groan.

“I don’t care that you’re a vampire. Just –,” you paused briefly to reel from your daze. “We’re all a team now, so I have to have some trust in you. Just ask next time.”

He felt happy, more alive – not only from the fresh blood still lingering on his tongue, but that you trusted him. Maybe not entirely, but the anchor had already been dropped; one step closer to wrapping you around his finger, even if you weren’t entirely flexible. He could feel it in your gaze, in the little quivers that rolled through you while his fangs sunk into your soft skin.

Once you had returned to sleep and his frenzied nerves quelled, he mulled over your parting words. You weren’t phased’ that he was a vampire, instead placing emphasis on trust. You were full of surprises – especially when the entire world met him with repulse.

Something that had been fossilized inside him tremored, as if it began to thaw. ==

There was a thin chill in the evening air, in the way nature prepares for a new season. And he hated you. 

Well, he didn’t hate you – frankly, he couldn’t get enough of you; that was the issue. 

You plagued his thoughts like a helpless addiction, better yet like a mirror; one he had repeatedly peered into, struggling to find the right angle and when he did – he was left staring at you.

Those careful eyes – a mocking reminder of everything he could have been. So different, so resilient, so disgustingly kind.

Since the day he laid eyes on you, he was the first to glimpse at your secret hidden in plain sight. Your habit of hiding yourself from everyone you came across, retreating behind stone-bared walls and tailoring a facade just enough to avoid drawing attention. Reserved lips were a mere confirmation you sealed away a vault of grief that you didn’t want – or need – clumsy, temporary hands to pry open. 

That discreet resolve particularly made you the sour dagger twisting between his ribs. Grief had been your companion as well, but its mark never trickled from anywhere else – not a warbled voice or frustrated bout. It was only noticeable through a fleeting glint in your eyes. Meanwhile, he had made this medley of rage and anguish his armor. It had fused to skin, and he no longer knew how to scrape it off. Astarion dedicated decades to cursing the Gods. You ignored them.

He knew he should despise you and eagerly await the day he could shatter this mirror you were – but all bitterness dissolved in your presence. You had become his wonderfully terrible affliction; withdrawals could damn near kill him if they were to happen.

Ribbons unraveled from his chest with each conversation, whether it pertained to the graveness of the journey or a simple ‘good morning’ from your lips. Strange yet blissful, he could feel himself surrendering every bitter pang for the peculiar sensation of… comfort .

Once laced with such harshness, his mind eased with familiarity. An interesting chord of harmony, he thought, the two of you. From the start of the journey until now, you shared an enriching balance. He would encourage you to be more outspoken, while you stirred him to be authentic and soft – even if you weren’t aware. 

You were stable like bedrock; never once expecting to be selfless or pious, instead only demanded transparency – at least to the extent he was willing to concede. Aside from the occasional brow-raise or retort, judgment never twisted your face. Respect was a new sensation to him, as you gave him yours.

This dynamic, this balance ; it was irresistibly and invariably warm. 

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The rendezvous sort of just fell into habit. 

Every night he would savor the ambrosia from your neck, and one evening tension gave way to carnal desire. Whether it was a simple cathartic release or not, he didn’t care; tender moments bathed in amber firelight or the hush of the night had always left him craving more.

“You’re such a tease .”

You’d whisper those words every so often those sacred nights, and a rakish grin would slide across his face without fail. Lust gripped him, but never once weaved with routine; the way your legs parted to invite him in left Astarion with an insatiable urge to indulge in everything you were willing to give him. He could spend the entire evening with his head between your thighs, cold hands steadying your quivering legs as his tongue lured you to new heights of pleasure – giving you exactly what you needed. 

When he was with you – skin pressed together, desperate hums like honey – he began to relish in taking things slow. 

He preferred the nights where your bare body writhed beneath him and melted against his, while he eagerly coaxed wispy whines from your lips. No matter how wet and ready you were, his girth always met resistance as he parted your warm, sensitive walls. Your skin buzzed at the sensation of his cock splitting you open, like every time was the first you’ve been touched.

Desire laced every word he whispered into the curve of your neck, each encouraging and soft. His pace was slow, pushing into the depth of your core, buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with each thrust. Low, guttural grunts left his throat as your body’s natural instinct clenched around his throbbing cock. 

Despite his centuries of experience, he found himself struggling to restrain from succumbing to the all-consuming euphoria of it all: your lashes wet from your tears, precious gasps warm against his skin, the desirous ache to fuck you the way that pretty face beckoned to be fucked. 

The unbridled intimacy – which felt so real and tender was enough to send him over the edge. His veins hummed with yearning as he drank in the vision beneath him; your skin flushed, shaky whines that sung his name as he pushed you to pleasure. And when you wrapped your legs to press him deeper – he surrendered to the white-hot bliss. 

Although Astarion would never tell a soul, his most treasured moments were spent after desperate breaths calmed and the entire world stilled.

It was never long before you lulled into sleep, and your weight slacked against his broad chest. He lingered over each detail with softer eyes; the gentle curl of your lashes, a freckle he had missed the last time. Peace graced such beautiful features, ones that were usually still with resolve. There had never been another face quite like yours in the two centuries he had lurked amongst the earth.

Your chest rose and fell slowly before you would eventually fidget, still deep in slumber, to slink an arm over his waist. His gentle hand grasped the one that rested against his chest, careful not to stir you, as he ran his fingers over your silk skin. Such delicate hands, he mused, that had to grapple their way through life.

He pressed a silent kiss against the back of your palm before laying it back on his chest. 

In the silence, something washed over him – that rousing feeling that he never knew quite what to make of. 

His eyes swept once more to watch the shuffle of your face, buried now against his side. Your hazy sighs warmed his bare skin. Astarion could almost laugh, imagining your face reddening if he ever shared how affectionate you were in your sleep.

Though he would never tell you – it was his little secret, one he hid away just for himself.

[stevielicious]

𓆩⟡𓆪 His Little Stripper 𓆩⟡𓆪

pairing- Colby Brock x fem!reader

summary- a stripper catches the eyes of a handsome man, has a lotta fun

warnings- a lil angsty, some hardcore smut lol, cute lil ending

word count- 3k or sum? maybe 4k, LMAO

a/n- been a long time since I’ve written, enjoy

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The whole studio was bouncing, the bass rhythmically played throughout the club. Swimming inside the walls, almost enticing you in. The night was young and had only just begun, it was a start to a long night. Here, I was treated almost like royalty, all the other dancers liked to roll their eyes or make snarky comments because they didn’t like the way I hogged all the attention, I was young and that’s nothing I could help.

You could say I was a good dancer. One of the best.

Brittney. I only had one friend in this place, the rest would only batter their eyelashes to get a hand on your earnings. Not Brittney though. She was a sweet, honest girl that just needed the extra cash and in complete fairness, that’s what we were both here for. We were both the youngest in this place. University costs an arm and a leg, there’s no lie in that. It was a hated industry, but the world is a tough place to make a living.

“Girl! You gotta get out there! it’s thriving with old dudes that have a TON of money!!” She heaved, slumping on a swivel chair next to mine, with a wide-eyed expression painted across her makeup clad features. I glanced at her through the huge mirrors stuck to the smoke stained walls, with a slight smirk finishing up on my cherry red lipgloss, “Oh yeah? Sounds just like every other night.”

“Well, I did see these couple guys around our age, maybe older, they were sooo hot.” Brittney explained, emphasising their good looks, applying makeup to her smudged areas. She seemed skittish, almost like she was eager to get back out there. This time I’d turned to face her, making my blonde hair a bouncy, wavey look. Being expressive with her hands, matter of factly she had said, “I sooo wished they’d came over to me, that brunette guy was soo handsome, so mysterious too. I’ll have to show you when you get your ass out there! I’d give that man a dance for free any day.”

I giggled, never hearing her talk like this made me believe these men were as handsome as she said they were. Maybe I’ll have to see for myself. I began to slip my cherry red heels on, glancing in the mirror, puffing my hair out. I had styled it in to an 80’s blowout type look, just more modernised. “I believe you girl, it’s been a while since we’ve had a looker come here.”

“Man, you look like a whole full course meal looking like that, Y/N. You have more of a chance than me at getting that handsome devil in a booth. Gosh, you’re so sexy!” Brittney huffed, looking at me with a sad but hopeful expression.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. Cupping her face with my hands, I said with confidence, “God is a woman, and you my friend are a fucking goddess! Now let’s get out there and make some fucking money!” She smiled into my hands as I then spun her around, seeing the sparkles on her little outfit shine.

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I stood behind Brittney as she peeped from behind the big, draping, scarlet red curtain that lead out to the runway. A shiny pole awaiting us. Britt had kept an eye on the stage as I was trying to skim the crowd for the one who looks like they had the most cash with them. “Oh! Gabriella’s almost finished her dance, god blue is NOT her colour!”

“Brittney! You have to watch your mouth sometimes, you’ll get in trouble if someone hears you!” I wispered harshly, playfully jabbing her arm. She moved over a little so I could get a better look of the crowd. Taking me by surprise, a pair of striking blue eyes caught my own as I swiftly shut the curtain, almost knocking Britt over, “Holy shit.”

“What? What!” The brunette nudged me out the way as I took a step back, body running cold. I heard her muttering as she closed the curtain as quick as she re-opened it, turning to me. “Oh my God, that’s him!”

“Shut up! I’ve never seen him before, I can’t dance infront of him, he’s too pretty to be here! What’s a guy like him doing here?! God!” I gulped, walking back and forth on myself, finding my nerves getting the better of me of me. God, his dark brown hair and that shiny earring glistening in his ear, the black button up, the shine on his rings and tattooed arms, man. I’m used to dancing for 40+ year old guys, not actual good looking guys my age!

“Are you being serious right now, Y/N? You’re the hottest one here, if Gab’s can flaunt it then you definitely can too!” She exclaimed assertively, stopping me in my tracks, hands on either side of my arms. Pointing her finger in my face.

“Hey sluts, they’re waiting.” A scratchy, unbothered voice had sounded as the clacking of heels sounded down the set of stairs held by the stage. We both rolled our eyes as she swang her hips side to side, sauntering away from us.

“Ugh, whatta bitch.” We muttered in unison, breathing out a laugh. Britt gave me a subtle peck on the cheek, something she always did to calm my nerves before my journey to the pole, “Knock ‘em dead, Y/N”

As she turned my track on, I took a deep breath, pushing my boobs up a little, feeling the deep red lace against my body. Promiscuous sounded, by Nelly & Timbaland. As much as it is a corny song, the boys loved it.

Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I winked at my bestie, and started my walk. The giant curtains opened as I started to strut. The dim lights only lighting up solely on the pole. My confidence returning as my hips swirled to the beat, winking at thirsty men in the crowd. I raised my arms leaning my head back touching my chest.

I made my way over to the center, strutting around the shiny metal pole, caressing it gently. Placing my heels accordingly on the polished platform, stepping on dollar bills everywhere I walked. “Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want and I got what you need.”

I raised my leg on the pole letting my body drape around as my arm held my balance along the pole. As I smoothly came to the bottom of the glistening metal, I spread my legs one infront and one behind, bouncing slightly. Rolling onto my next move, the same pair of blue eyes caught my attention, I couldn’t help but stare for a second, which felt like minutes, as I got behind the pole, he winked at me.

Which took me by surprise as I blushed. I gulped and returned the wink. I blew a kiss at this man, as I slut dropped down the metal shaft, licking up it. Keeping eye contact, his mouth agape. When I grew confidence, I also grew dirty. Giving what these men came to see. “Have all my money!”

One man shouted, another had exclaimed, “I want you to ride my face, please! Be my dirty little girl!” I smiled politely at these men, knowing full well they probably have wives at home, most of them having a ring on their marriage finger. Bastards.

As I danced around the pole, I let my hips do the work, shaking them around in a sexy way. Left to right, innocently dancing. Mouthing the lyrics, shutting my eyes ever so slightly. With my back to the pole now, I had slid down it, mouthing the lyrics, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want!”

Motioning this handsome blue eyed boy to me with my fingers, in a ‘come here’ type of way. Hoping to entice him, or just playfully tease him. He was leaning against the bar, eyes glued to me. I’ve felt his eyes on me the whole dance. He had this dark smirk on him, looking me up and down with these hungry eyes. Turning his full body towards me now. He mouthed, “Oh yeah?”

In return, I sent an innocent wink his way, with a smile this time. Getting on my feet and swinging around the pole one last time before subtly dropping down, against the cold metal, arching my back as I pushed my hips towards the pole, not letting go. The lights going dark once again as my time came to an end.

I blew the crowd a kiss as I took one last glance toward the bar, the man that had captivated my full attention could not be seen. My heart sank a little as I turned on my heel, forming a strut down the walk as the curtains closed behind me, the money being collected as I had left the stage that I had now earned.

“Eeek! Y/N! You did so good! How am I supposed to follow that performance up?!” Brittney squealed, high fiving me.

“You’ll do even better than me, I’m sure of it!” Giving her praise, she was the one thing that got me through this place, she deserved more confidence. “ I’m gonna take a walk on the floor, gonna get a drink! Go get ‘em tiger!”

As much as I was there for my girl, I desperately wanted to see if this man had stuck around.

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Venturing onto the men-riddled floor, I tried to keep my composure. This was when my nerves got the better of me, you’re looked at as a piece of meat when you’re of the floor. Up on the stage, you feel as though everyone’s below you, literally. You’re on top, nobody can touch you up there.

I found myself at the bar, just asking for a lemonade to pass the time, a kind, older woman had served me. She was one of the nicer workers that resided here, “Would you like a cherry in there too, Y/N?”

“You know me.” I softly said, giving her a thankful smile. Some saw me as the baby here and some saw me as the queen. It was a weird place to be, I just appreciated the kind ones. She gave me a wink and went on her way to make me a the simple concoction.

“Y/N. What a name. Pretty, too.” A deep, husky voice sounded from next to me, as I felt his eyes burn into the side of my head. I turned, slowly looking up at him, his tall, dark frame leaning down on me. I gulped. Those familiar blue eyes keeping ahold of my attention, his warm smile sounding, “Hey, I’m Colby.” He took my hand and kissed it gently.

“Y/N. Hey.” I shyly ushered out in one whole breathe, as I glanced down, my hair falling infront of my face. He was gorgeous, a true beauty. I must be lucky for someone like him to be able to approach me.

“Yeah, I know” He chuckled. I blushed as he heard the lady behind the bar already address that. Don’t screw up now girl! “Is that your real name? I know ladies like to have a disguise around here.”

He observantly mentioned, smirking too. I was at a loss for words, Colby was so captivating, I was lost in his celestial, lapis eyes. His chestnut hair cascading infront of his eyes ever so slightly. “It is, does that disappoint you?”

I decided to be honest, maybe he’d find that attractive in its self. After all, he was honest with me. “What? God no, I think you’re stunning, and your names just the cherry on top!”

Colby ironically exclaimed, as my drink was placed infront of me. The lady looked at both me and him and smiled, raising her eyebrows at me. He glanced at my drink, taking the cherry. Swivelling it in his grip, he glanced at me. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, as he popped it in my mouth, plucking the stem from the cherry itself. “Good girl.”

My heart started to race as he reached his hand out, ushering me closer. As I went to take his hand, a loud roguish man approached me, grabbing me by waist, immediately yelling in my face, “Are you gonna dance for me or what? Huh?”

The alcohol definitely playing its part, I glanced to security, they hadn’t seen the commotion yet and my heart was jumping out of its chest. He towered over me demanding, impatiently waiting for an answer. “Sir, please don’t speak to me like tha-“

“I can speak to you how the FUCK I want, don’t you dare think for a second that your better than me or anyone’s gonna save your pretty little ass, you do what I tell you-“ a huge thud landed as I was swiftly pushed back, the man in front of me collapsing to the ground. Colby had lunged at the drunken man. Angered, he had hit him square in the jaw, a tooth rolling around on the floor. A splash of blood on already red heel.

My breath hitched in my throat, still no security in sight, the music too loud for anyone to really give a shit. Colby had picked this man up by his shift, as though he weighed of nothing, he hissed in his face, “Beat it.”

The man was dropped to his feet and quickly scurried away, as if he saw death itself. I watched as he was out of site, a warm touch against my chin snapped me out of the trance I was in. Startled. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Gazing into his eyes, hard to look away, I stuttered out, “I-uh, yeah. Thank you.” I placed my hand on his chest trying to gain my breath back, it all happened so fast, a boldness took over me, the sheer sign of strength made so effortlessly was almost overwhelming, “Wanna get out of here?”

I felt his heartbeat pick up every so slightly as he huskily said, “Lead the way, Y/N.”

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Of all places, I lead him to one of the private booths, the expensive, champagne riddled rooms. I shut the curtains to the room, letting staff know that it was occupied. The curved couch was a sparkly red, that had a pole in the middle as well as a love seat. The circular table had three bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, recently been placed there. Lights had become dim since I’d closed the curtains and there were little sources of light emerging from under both seats. Colby had poured a drink for me and himself, keeping them set down on the table, he approached me with a smirk on his face, “What brings us here then beautiful?”

“I wanted to thank you back there, you were so brave.” Placing my hand on his chest once again, ever so slightly pushing him backwards, towards the curved seat, trailing my hand downwards. Batting my eyelashes at him with my big doe like eyes, I pouted, “So strong.”

His legs hit the textured couch, falling back on, eyes never straying from mine once. I began to crawl on top of him, in a straddle position, feeling himself twitch underneath me, “I-That was nothing back there, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t have to take that shit.”

He insisted while taking in my body, my looks. Colbys hands began to travel up and down my lacy, deep red piece, taking it all in, breathing a little heavier than before. Muttering, he shifted a little from under me, looking back up at my eyes, “Fuck.”

Smirking slightly, I leant forward, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage, whispering, “I’ll make you feel good, Colby.” His breath began to hitch as I began to kiss up his jaw, his eyes darkened as he lifted my face, gazing into my eyes. His plump lips were begging to meet mine, he took a quick glance at my lips and mumbled hastily, “You’re making me crazy, beautiful.”

And with that he crashed his whiskey stained lips into my cherry tasted ones. Hunger was taking over and I grew to want him so badly. His great hands found their way to my back, travelling down and cupping me, grabbing me ever so slightly but enough for me to moan into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Swiftly, he took my laced bra off with one quick motion, making me gasp.

My hands got the better of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt, almost frustrated that it wasn’t coming undone quick enough. He pulled away, picking me up, his hands under me, straddling his waist now, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blue eyed boy had laid us down, I was now laying on the love seat, he towered over me, looking me up and down, ready to feast. Colby stood there, with his shirt unbuttoned, his abs glistening from the sweat we had just created. He looked godly in this moment. He quickly took off his jeans, his member almost throbbing to be let out. I gulped as he looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

He lowered himself down, and kissed me passionately, still hungry for more. My hands roamed freely, helping him take off his shirt completely. With this motion I quickly flipped us, wanting to be on top of him. I begged, “Let me please you, Colby.”

Impressed at my strength, Colby had stifled a moan as I started to leave hungry kisses down his chest, until I got to his boxer line. I looked up at him through my lashes, as he nodded with approval, removing the clothing. His thick member throbbing. I gulped, taking in his size, he was fucking huge.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I teased him, licking up his shaft, keeping eye contact with him as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. I wrapped my hand around his member, kissing the tip.

I began to take him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and sucking slightly, wanting him to feel euphoric. His sweet moans filled my ears, making me work harder for him. Wanting to make him feel better than ever. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Seeing his eyes roll back as his shaft touched the back of my throat was enough to make me moan, knowing I was doing a good job. I was a good girl. His good girl. Colby’s hand traveled to the back of my head, grabbing my hair slightly bobbing my head. It felt so good. “You like that baby girl?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to disappoint, all of a sudden feeling really submissive. As I carried on sucking it for a little longer, Colby pulled my hair back and away from him gently making me look up at him, he muttered, “C’mere baby.”

I did as he asked, waiting for what was to come. Colby got on top of me, his chain dangling infront of my face, his arms looking as muscular as ever as he towered over me, I felt completely under his spell and I was more than ready for what he was about to do to me.

He caressed my breasts, with both hands as I started to breath heavier, trying to keep it together. His eyes flickering towards mine and my bare chest, he muttered sweet nothings as he latched onto them, kissing them. Sucking them. I couldn’t help but moan at the way his tongue moved against my body, “Colby!”

“Shh, baby. You sound so fucking good, but we can’t get in trouble now, can we?” He muttered against my breasts, knowing full well we’d get in big trouble as clients weren’t supposed to be touchy let alone all over each other. He was far from being a client, but I would definitely get kicked out immediately for this behaviour. I groaned out of annoyance, frustrated with pleasure. He began to bite them ever so gently, putting my hand over my mouth to shuffle my moans. Colby had made him way down to my panties, asking for approval, granting him access. He swiftly took them off with ease, “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

“Are you ready baby?” He huskily marvelled, admiring the mess he had made me into, touching himself. His hair stuck to his forehead a little, his muscles glistening all over, his tattoos made his aura dark and mysterious but he seemed like a complete utter dream. In response, all I could manage was a swift nod, with impatient, hungry eyes.

He lined his huge member up with my already wet folds, awaiting the small pain that came with it. He came down closer to me, kissing me roughly and pushing himself into me at the same time, causing me to melt into his mouth, both moaning loudly. My hands traveled up to his hair, getting tangled in his locks. His motions were euphoric and heavenly, making my back arch with every move. Colby moaned roughly into my neck, kissing it and nipping at the skin with his teeth, leaving slight bruises as he trailed.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” My nails scraped along down his back, marking him as equally as he did me. He couldn’t keep back his moans as they sounded through my body. Unwinding. As is pace quickened, my orgasm started to grow nearer. I couldn’t hold it any longer, he was making me feel pleasure like I’ve never felt it before, “Colby, I’m so close!”

“Fuck baby, don’t come until I tell you too. I know you’re a good girl. My good, good girl.” He quickened his pace and became a little rougher with his thrusts, making me into a moaning mess. He couldn’t bring himself to tell me to be quiet anymore, he loved the way he was making me feel. He moved so he could put my legs over his shoulders, making my climax come quicker, “Colby, please!”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come too.” He muffled tensely, his thrusts getting sloppier, I looked at him with pleading eyes, muttering and begging, Colby looked at me with pleading eyes, “Come for me beautiful.”

With that, I had unleashed my orgasm, coming undone at his command, moaning his name as I rode out my high. I started toying with my breasts to get him closer to his climax, wanting nothing more but the warm fill, “Colby, please come. Please!”

Not even a moment later he came undone too, filling me up with his come. We were both messes, moaning into each other as he collapsed on top of me, pecking my neck as he collected himself. He rolled over to the next of me, putting his arm underneath his head and one out for me to lay on. We were both panting like sick dogs. I propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting against my palm.

“You know, I’ve never seen you in here before.” I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair. I pondered it, because he was a beautiful man, a young man. A man that didn’t suit these kind of places.

“I thought you’d ask, it’s a good friend of mines birthday and we all thought it would be a good surprise to bring him here.” Colby chuckled, looking into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart still erratic. “You are beautiful though, Y/N. I meant what I said.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” I giggled, him faking a hurt expression, giving me a pearly white smile, something that made me melt on the spot. His crinkles next to his eyes matching perfectly with his happy looks.

“A pretty girl like you, how’d you end up here?” He looked at me sincerely, wanting to know me a little better. I didn’t think he’d ask, making me feel slightly embarrassed that I have money issues.

“Oh it’s nothing, just- university won’t pay itself, you see.” I said with honesty. glancing down at my hands down, playing with them.

“University? That’s incredible, I can’t imagine how expensive that must be, I guess I can understand.” I looked up at him, he seemed genuine and I melted into his gaze, I gave him a small smile. Appreciating his kind words. Mouthing a ‘thank you’.

“You know,” propping himself up to really look at me this time, grabbing the two glasses of champagne on the table. Handing one to me, “I would really like to take you out, get you away from here eventually.”

“I would really love that.” I blushed, him smirking in return.

“It wouldn’t be classed as inappropriate to maybe cheers to this? A new beginning, potentially?” Him raising a glass.

I giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfilment. Cuddled up with a man you feel like you’ve known forever, chatting, getting to know each other and just sealed a date with, raising a toast to a new beginning. “Cheers.”

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a/n- omg I had no plan for this just a thought, one thing led to another and BOOM. hope you enjoyed lol I never know how to wrap up endings

stay sweet x

[malereadermaniac]

Ego ~ Blue Oak x GN Reader

Blue's tired of losing to Red, so when he sees you blush and play with your fingers around the stoic man, Blue acts for the sake of his Ego No pronouns are used - any reader welcome! word count: 1.2k

Blue, you, and Red had been friends and rivals since you were young kids - you had watched the two of them conquer the pokemon league and the three of you were constantly having battles and eventually hanging out after Blue became less salty about his loses

However, becoming less bitter does't mean in any way shape or form that Blue's ego is any less big, or that he doesn't still see himself as the best of the best; despite his losses!

The main reason to him putting his ego aside and making friends with Red was also less about him moving on and more about trying to win you over...

Blue had developed a crush on you pretty quickly, after starting off your journey amongst the two boys with a cute little Eevee, you and the arrogant man decided to stick together - Blue claiming that you'd die out in wild Kanto with pokemon weaker than his

Initially, Blue just wanted a battle partner and someone to show off to - and he wasn't going to ask Red after losing to him after receiving his starter...

But after hearing your cheers for him in the crowd for 3 gyms in a row, Blue had started to notice how his heart skipped a beat whenever he was near you (which was a lot.)

But the young man kept it to himself all the way into adulthood, swallowing his pride by tolerating Red in order to continue being near you

And Blue had started to really try now! With his intense league journey behind him, the man had fully realised his massive crush on you, and he wasn't going to lose this time, mark his words!

So on the daily, Blue would go out of his way to try and flirt with you - the man constantly near you, showing off his strength by doing things for you, challenging you to battles just to hear your compliments to his skill, and once the man built up enough courage gifts had become a common courtesy!

The tall trainer had made many efforts to ensure you two could hangout one-on-one at least once a week - those days being his favourite, prime time to show off and to enjoy your presence

Your group trip to Alola was where the heat started to get cranked up though - revealing clothing, the hot sun making all of you sweat and slightly delirious, constant adrenaline from battling new trainers, and a whole lotta alcohol in your systems

The subtle flirting between you and Blue had continued throughout the trip via playful banter and gifting souvenirs, and the fact that the slim yet muscular man was wearing his shirt fully open all the time was definitely winning him some bonus points! Blue would catch you staring every so often, stroking the attractive man's ego so nicely~

But a wrench was thrown into Blue's delicate work when he noticed your subtle staring was starting to redirect from him... onto the worst possible person; Red

He'd notice you try to include the quiet man into your conversations, trying to get him to speak or laugh; an obvious blush on your face when the champion spoke a few words with his deep voice

It really fucking pissed Blue off.

The way you'd play with the hem of your shirt or your fingers when talking to Red, a light blush on your face and airy chuckles escaping past your lips - Blue adored it when you'd do those things for him... But the fact that they were aimed towards his rival? The man who crushed his dreams of being the best in Kanto? Blue could hear the scratch of his teeth gritting together at that

It also didn't help that Red took notice of your actions, clearly wearing his shirt unbuttoned like Blue on purpose!

Blue had, had enough

He'd already lost his championship to Red, almost every battle with him had resulted in a loss on the arrogant man's behalf, his own grandfather had congratulated Red but not Blue; his ego had already been shattered to pieces, he wasn't going let Red take you too

So, as you and Red were enjoying the warm Alolan beach, Blue had made his way to you both - his face concealing his frustration pretty effectively, but Blue had never been one to wear his true emotions on his sleeve

You wave the handsome man a 'hi' but had been interrupted when asking him if he was alright; Blue's rough hand wrapping perfectly around your wrist and pulling you away from Red

You barely even had time to protest against Blue's actions before you had been pulled into a changing cabin on the beach, Red still standing on the beach in shock

With your back up a against a wall, Blue had tapped you beneath him - his muscular arms trapping you between the wall and the trainer's muscular, sweaty, warm body - one of his arms above your head and the other grasping your shoulder

"Do you like him?!" Blue demands, his face now clearly upset, his grip on your shoulder decently tight yet his hand was clearly trembling

"Huh? What're you on about, Blue?" you question, half of your face squinting in a quizzical manner

"Do you like, Red?" Blue asks, taking in a deep breath, preparing himself for your answer

"I mean he's attractive, sure-" shit... Blue's face had already lost all emotion, those words like a knife stabbing into him

"-but I'd never date him!"

New light had sparked in Blue's eyes, a smile just barely visible on his soft looking lips

"Are you joking? I love him and all but that man gets out like.. 3 words an hour! I need a talker haha~" You chuckle, feeling more at ease when Blue's grip on your shoulder softens and his face sports that classic smirk he always has on around you

"Heh.. Yeah... you need someone to yap with" Blue jokes, his heart rate slowly lowering as he calms down, knowing that he still has you - both emotionally and physically, his body ever so close to yours

"Why though? All the dramatics are usual for you but... were you jealoussss?~~" You tease your handsome friend, a smirk on your lips as you tilt your head in a way that's so fuckin cute to Blue

"F-Fuck off! And what if I was?!" Blue shouts, his arms darting away from trapping you and crossing against his chest - his face flushing in a cute way

"I dunno... Maybe I'd like that" You carry on, pushing a finger against the taller man's muscular chest and dragging it across his warm skin, your eyes looking up into Blue's as you do this

And my god did that make the usually arrogant and cool man malfunction

The two of you spent a good half hour in that changing shack, flirting back and forth, you doing your best to stroke and sooth Blue's fragile ego before having to go back and see Red for the rest of your trip

And for that sole half hour, Blue had felt happier than ever - more happy than when he was briefly crowned as champion

Because in that moment, he didn't have you there; but now he does

[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 2/6

Read part 1 here

Cw: angst, jealousy, pining, weed consumption, 18+ content MDNI

Wc: 4.4k

You didn’t see Eddie the rest of the day, but you did happen to run into Steve and yell at him for the most impromptu timing in the world. It has been a scorcher of a day, so you were elated that today was swim day.

The sun was sweltering; Robin and you had to triple-check that your campers had all the water-resistant sunscreen. You had worn your bathing suit under your jean shorts and Camp Murdock t-shirt, but you couldn’t take the sweaty cotton touching your skin any longer. You had to strip off the clothes that were sticking to your skin.

“I think I might die if I don’t get in the water now!” Robin complained. You could see her usually pin-straight bangs getting wavy from the sweat on her forehead.

“Same here, I can’t believe I didn’t think to put my hair up this morning." You could feel the sweat dripping down the base of your neck.

As soon as you reached the dock, you took charge and ensured that everyone in your group was fully aware of all the water safety rules. You then conducted a final head count of all the campers before jumping into the water yourselves.

Robin was the first to take the plunge, diving headfirst into the refreshing water. Despite the initial shock of the cold water, she resurfaced with a huge grin on her face, her teeth chattering with excitement.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” she squealed.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do it now,” you laughed as you stripped off your jean shorts.

Just as you were removing your clothes, Eddie, Steve, and Ashton came running around the corner, unable to stay in the heat themselves. Due to the hot weather, Eddie tied his long hair back, and his light grey shirt turned dark grey from sweat. They had just changed into their swimming trunks.

“Hey, look, the girls,” Ashton pointed to you and Robin.

Eddie had stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you. It was like you were moving in slow motion.

You still were taking your shorts off. Eddie watched as your peach of an ass bent over to step out of your shorts, your back arching as you peeled off the t-shirt. You wore your red bikini with little white hearts matched perfectly with the little heart inked into the skin on your right butt cheek.

Hold up, what? Eddie’s brain short-circuited. You not only have a tattoo, but an ass tattoo?

“Dude, hello, Earth to Eddie,” Steve was snapping his fingers in front of Eddie's face.

“ Huh, what?” Eddie reluctantly peeled his eyes away from you.

“You’d been staring at her for like five minutes, bro; just ask her out already.” Ashton laughed.

“Was not five minutes"

“So you admit you’re staring?” Steve smirks.

“How could I not? Don’t you have eyes?”

The guys laughed, and Eddie continued his gaze back to you when he saw Billy approaching you from the right. Eddie felt a sudden possessiveness over you when it came to that guy. He never liked Billy from the start. His off-putting comment and how he looked at you like he wanted to eat you were unsettling.

Eddie didn’t waste another second thinking about it; he started to run towards you, kicking off his slides and tossing his shirt before he grabbed you by the waist and flung you both into the water, laughing.

-

You weren’t paying attention to the boys behind you; honestly, you had no idea they were even there. You were too focused on working up the courage to finally jump in. Robin tried to convince you when you heard your name being called.

“Bambi, damn girl, you’re looking hotter than last year.” You turned and rolled your eyes immediately. Out of all people, Billy. You watched in disgust as he was ogling you while licking his lips.

Before you could even reply, a force pushed you into the freezing water.

When you breach the surface, you profusely try to catch your breath, looking around to see what the fuck just happened.

Your first instinct was to blame Billy for pushing you in.

“What the fuck Coyote?!” You were freezing, and the drastic temperature change had your teeth chattering.

“It wasn’t me!” his hands when up in defence.

You believe him, so you start looking around because he couldn't have, and you swore another person had jumped into the lake with you.

“Sorry, Princess. As your knight, I must fulfill my duty to you to save you.” A whisper echoed in your ear.

You let out a small scream, startled by his closeness, but when your heart settled, your flesh rose in goosebumps, not because of the cold of the lake water. Strong hands touch your waits turning you around to face your ‘saviour’

“Oh, my hero,” you fake swoon.

Eddie laughed, his head tipped all the way back so his hair was touching the water, his thick neck exposed, sending you into a daydream of leaving many a mark on that neck, but your thots were halted by Eddie pushing down on your head, dunking you back into the water.

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!” You screamed when you popped back up out of the water.

“Oh, my government name? You wound me, Princess.” He grabbed his chest like he had a knife in his heart.

You started to swim towards him, but the cold lake water was starting to numb your limbs. You couldn’t move fast enough; your teeth were still chattering, and Eddie could hear how cold you were.

“I'm sorry, Princess. I need to redeem myself.” He reached out and pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around the small of your waist.

“You better be.” You shivered.

“Come, let's get you warmed up in the sun.”

He hopped out of the water, not even having to use the ladder. He reached down, holding out his hand to help you out, but you yanked him back down, and he fell head-first back into the water.

Eddie could only hear your laugh when he broke through the surface.

“I guess I deserved that.” He shook his head like a wet dog.

You were already halfway up the ladder when you felt his gaze on you. Eddie watched as you climbed up; he trialled right behind you, giving him a great view of the tattoo he wanted to know more about.

You quickly ran over to the towel that had been warmed by the sun. Shivering, you crouched down and sat in a ball to cover yourself with the whole towel.

“Come ‘er Princess, let's get you warmed up.” Eddie sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders with his own towel to cover you both before he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms to help you get warm.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder. Between the sun and Eddie, you warmed you up in no time.

You were at peace, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the sounds of splashing in the water, the warm feeling you were getting because Eddie was not only touching you, but hugging you.

“There you go, your majesty, all better,” Eddie smirked.

“You’re really not going to give up this joke, are you?” You laughed.

“Not in a million years, Princess.”

-

You and the girls were busily getting ready for a cozy after-the-bonfire hangout with the boys in the mess hall. You were there setting up some snacks and drinks on the table, and the soft glow of the fairy lights hanging on the walls added to the warm ambiance of the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie and his cabin were chatting and laughing, looking forward to the evening. As the night grew darker, they realized it was already 10:00 pm, and they needed to do one last check on the campers to make sure they were sound asleep. Once it was all calre the guys made their way to the mess hall.

“So you and Julie seem to be getting pretty close.” With his flashlight under his chin, Ashton wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly, laughing in response.

“I don’t know, man. I know her from home, is all.” Eddie shrugged.

“Come on, dude! You totally couldn’t keep your hands off her at the lake today; I saw you,” Ashton accused.

“Well, have you seen her? And I think she has been flirty with me? I don't know...she confuses me,” Eddie admitted, thinking back on earlier this morning when he thought you almost kissed him.

It's not like Eddie didn't want to believe it, it's that he can't believe it. Why do you, out of all people, want to be with him?

“I would go for it, dude, trust me. She is my best girl-friend, and I shouldn’t say anything, so I won’t, but if I were you, I would ask her out.” Steve joined in.

“You shouldn’t say anything? What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked as they opened the doors to the hall.

“Sorry, man, sworn to secrecy, but trust me, bro.”

“Don't ever trust Moose.” Robin giggled, not knowing the context of the conversation.

“Hey, boys,” you smiled.

Eddie’s eyes met yours, and he smiled back, but his smile dropped when he saw Billy sitting beside you. Billy was like a mosquito who wouldn't leave you alone; he gave you no personal space even though you were seated at a twenty-foot-long picnic table.

He tried his best to ignore Billy; you had already said you didn’t like him, so why did Eddie feel jealous?

Instead, Eddie tried to focus all his attention on you, so he sat directly across from you. Eddie thought you looked cute tonight. Your natural hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but shorter pieces framing your face.

You wore a heather grey Camp Murdock oversized crewneck sweater, blue and green plaid flannel pyjama pants, and pink fuzzy socks. He liked that you felt comfortable enough to not try hard like you do back home. Back home, he never saw your hair out of place or your outfit not coordinated. Not that Eddie didn't like that version of you, but he likes this version a whole lot more. It made you feel more real and less of this superhuman that the town dubbed you as.

“What are we playing today?” Eddie asked.

“A good old game of truth or dare,” Robin smiled.

“Oh god,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. We have a little something extra to make it fun,” You smiled while showing the group the pre-rolled joint you pulled out of your pyjama pants pocket.

Eddie smirked at the thought of you, goodie two shoes, and buying weed. Then, his thought process changed… Who else would you get weed from if not him?

“The fuck you get that?” Eddie didn’t intend for it to be that harsh, but it slipped out like word vomit. Could this be trusted? How did he know it wasn’t laced or tainted.

“Oh, uh, I know a local guy.” Your smile dropped, and Eddie watched as you curled into yourself.

Fuck.

“Better be up to this guy’s standards,” Billy pointed to Eddie, only making it worse.

“You’re lucky I’m even sharing with you.”

“Let’s just start, guys, jeez.” Robin rolled her eyes.

You lit up first then passed it to Billy. Eddie seethed that he got it first. He almost grabbed it right from your hands but he knew he needed to control himself…

The game went on, and the typical stuff happened: streaking, truths about the first kiss, and chugging a combination of ketchup, mustard, and mayo. The joint was getting down to a nub, and it was really starting to take effect. The mood had been lifted, and Eddie noticed how you and the others were getting more giggly, whispering and plotting the next truths and dares.

Steve was up next, and he turned to you.

“Truth or dare?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Truth,” you say confidently.

“Who was the last guy to give you an orgasm?” He gives you the biggest tooth smile.

Eddie’s ears perk up, his attention locked in. The bubbling feeling of jealousy almost formed again, but it disappeared as soon as you spoke your answer.

“No one.” You blushed.

“Come on, no one believes you, Bambi.” Steve retorts.

“I’m serious! Now shut up it's my turn.” You huffed.

Eddie was not surprised you’re a virgin; if you had slept with anyone, everyone in Hawkins would have known about it.

It sounds wrong, but Eddie was relieved when you said no one. Nobody would be able to please you like he could. The things Eddie wanted to do to you, worship you, take care of you…

“Eddie, hello! earth to Eddie!” Your voice snaps Eddie out of his daydreams.

“Huh? What?”

“Truth or dare,” you smile at him.

“Dare,” Eddie smirked.

“I dare you to kiss…Billy.” You, Robin, and Nancy burst into a fit of giggles like you’ve been plotting.

“I’ll kiss literaly any other guy. Try again, sweetheart.” Eddie sees you try to hide your smile at the pet name. Noted.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"Everything..." Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Come here, big guy, let me plant one on ya." Billy began to chase Eddie around the room, and you, along with everyone else, couldn't hold in your giggles. It was really good weed.

-

The night rolled on, and everyone had to return to their cabins before you knew it.

“Well, boys, I am never skinny dipping at night again. I think my dick shrunk back into my body. Fuck, that lake is cold!” Ashton laughed.

“I never want to see those hairy cheeks again,” Eddie joined.

“I can’t believe what Bambi said, can you?” Steve piped up.

“About what?” Eddie asked.

“That no guy has ever gotten her off. You would think at least one would, you know” Steve exclaimed while brushing his teeth.

“Maybe that’s why she is acting like she has a stick up her ass; I can show her a good time, maybe replace that stick with mine, if you know what I mean.” Billy joked, cupping his crotch as he was getting his pyjamas on.

The joke wasn’t funny; the thought of any guy touching you made Eddie's knuckles go white. His face dropped into a sneer for a split second, but he caught himself. Fucking hell, Munson pulled it together.

“Shut up, dude. She wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Ashton laughed as he lay in his bunk.

“Oh yeah, we will see. She will come around.” He winked, and Eddie felt the s’mores in his stomach start to churn.

Eddie was about to let Steve know that there was no way on God's green earth that you had slept with someone, but his attention was shifted when Steve spoke again.

“Word is she likes someone,” Steve dropped casually as he climbed into his top bunk.

That caught the three men’s attention; they whipped around simultaneously, and all Steve could do was laugh.

“You guys are something else.” He chuckled and laid down to go to sleep.

Maybe Ashton was right; maybe his ever-growing crush on you was too obvious. Maybe he should dial it back more...

-

As the sun sets over Camp Murdock, the anticipation builds for the evening's main event - the camper's talent show. You, Eddie, and Steve have been chosen as the judges for the show, and it's an exciting responsibility. The venue for the show is the old barn on the property. You have carefully set up rows of chairs and cleared a decent patch of the floor to create a makeshift stage. The rustic and charming barn is adorned with twinkle lights that create a warm and cozy atmosphere. A folding table is placed before the judges, where they will take notes and make their final decisions.

As the kids prepare backstage, their nervous energy is palpable. The makeshift backstage area is just an old curtain hanging on a rod by the back right wall. You can hear the campers giggling and screaming in excitement and nervousness. Despite their jitters, they are ready to showcase their talents and make the night memorable for everyone.

You sat in the middle with Steve and Eddie on either other side of you.

“Are you going to strut your stuff up there later tonight?” you asked Eddie quietly, giggling.

To your surprise, he didn’t give you much of an answer, a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders.

That was weird; Eddie had been so warm yesterday. This was your first time seeing him today; maybe he’s tired?

You tried shaking it off, wanting to focus on the kids.

“They all did well. It was so cute to see them perform their dances and songs. One kid did a magic show, and another just showed off his rock collection. Ultimately, one of Eddie’s campers, who had a beautiful singing voice, won the talent show. As a consolation prize, everyone who participated got ice cream. After all the celebrations, everyone went to bed, and it was time for the counsellors to have their own talent show.

You're incredibly nervous this year because you have decided to do something bold. You haven’t told anyone about it, not even Nancy or Robin. It’s evident to anyone who knows you that you’ll be dancing tonight, but it’s usually a ballet number. However, tonight is different. You are determined to make your move and not waste more precious time.

You carefully rummaged through your bag, removing the skin-tight pleather black booty shorts and a shiny red, cropped tank top. You loved the way the two pieces hugged your curves, making you feel both sexy and confident.

Next, you moved to the bathroom and began styling your hair. You wanted to create a voluminous look, so you used a curling iron to add bouncy curls that cascaded down your back. You then applied makeup, starting with a base of foundation and concealer. You added smoky black eyeliner to your upper and lower lids and finished the look with bold red lipstick that made your lips pop.

As soon as you feel prepared and all set, you slip into your cozy grey sweatpants over your shorts, taking care to secure yourself from the pesky bugs outside. You then slide your feet into your sleek black dancing heels and grab your cassette tape.

Robin was the first to see you when you returned to the barn.

“Shut the fuck up; what are you doing?” she asked most affectionately. A growing smirk spreads across her face as you turn.

“You’ll see.” Your confidence was helping a little, but deep down, you were terrified. You’ve been so nervous you think you might be sick.

As the talent show kicked off, you were excited to spend the evening with Eddie, but he seemed distant. Despite your best attempts at conversation, Eddie remained quiet and disinterested in engaging with you. Later, when you tried to talk to him again, he brushed you off, leaving you feeling hurt and confused. You hoped that his behaviour was just a temporary mood, but the fear of failure lingered in the back of your mind. If the plan you had been working on together didn't come to fruition, you knew you would be mortified.

As the show went on, you unfortunately had the pleasure of going dead last. Eddie wasn’t a judge this time, but he was still sitting in the front row. Perfect.

As the host, Mike, asked for your tape to be put into the casket player, he saw your hands visibly shaking.

“Bambi, relax. It's just for fun; you do this every year. We all love your little ballerina stuff,” he smiled.

“Do I look like I’m dressed to do ballet— know what, never mind?” You didn’t mean to be snappy; Mike had always been nice to you.

As he walked out on “stage” to announce the next performance, you stepped off your sweats, pulled the zipper up the side of the black high heels and prayed that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face in front of Eddie.

“Last but certainly not least, we have a crowd favourite!” The audience, your fellow colleagues, clapped as you walked out. You heard someone whistle, most likely Robin and your stomach flip-flopped.

You walk out and face the back wall, standing in a bevel, arms hanging by your side, waiting for the chords to start.

The first notes of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love dripped from the speakers.

Your body moved seductively once the music hit like you were in a trace performance mode.

Were you worried some of the other girls would call you a slut? Absolutely, but once the music started, all that went away.

You began dancing like you had when Eddie caught you in the studio that first day, but this time, with the hair, makeup, and shoes, you were more confident than you'd ever been.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey you need-ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

The rush of being on stage made you lose yourself in the routine, however the part you had been most nervous about was coming up.

A-way, way down inside

You stood facing the crowd with your head thrown back, your right hand ran down your stomach, grazing past the waistband of your shorts that hardly covered anything, down cupping your core, then slinked it back up again.

I'm gonna give ya my love

Your head snaps back up, and you took a slow strut forward.

I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love

another slow step forward

I'm gonna give ya my love

You reached your target as you slowly sank to your knees right where Eddie was sitting. Giving him a small wink before you whipped your hair, you looked back up at him through your lashes, and you saw his jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled up white-knuckling.

You reached up with a single hand and grazed it over his left thigh before slinking back down to roll away and get back to the rest of the routine.

By the time you had finished, you were out of breath. Everyone cheered, and a few whistles were made as you walked off stage, but when you looked around, Eddie was gone.

Your heart sank. The overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washed over you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Of course, he wouldn’t want you in that way.

You were a fool to think he ever would.

You were naive to think changing your appearance to be like the edgier sexy chicks he probably goes for. You literally pulled a Sandy for Grease. You tried putting yourself out there, doing this dance, but now you felt the tears welling up; the lump in your throat grew. You felt like an idiot.

You needed air. You took off your shoes, put your pants back on, and walked out the barn's back door.

“Bambi, wait up.”

You turn to see Billy.

“Uh, hey,” You try to keep your voice as neutral as possible, forcing yourself not to let it crack.

“You were amazing up there!” He smiled and gave an encouraging hug.

“Thanks, Coyote, that's really sweet for you to say.” You sniffled.

“Hey, are you okay?” he pulled away to see your tears threatening to leave the rims of your lash line. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry; everyone thought you rocked it!” He pulled you into another comforting hug.

This was the most genuine Billy’s been with you all summer. This was the Billy you knew and loved last summer.

“You really think so?” you ask trying to pull yourself together.

“Yes! Of course; what’s gotten into you?” He looked concerned.

“Nerves, I guess.” You try to shrug it off, but you can’t shake the feeling.

“Well you did amazing, you won!” He gave me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek; it was soft and hardly grazed your skin.

“Thank you.” You pulled him in for another hug. You just needed a friend right now, and I missed this version of Billy.

“You know there is another way I can make you feel better.” He chuckled.

“And the moment ruined, ugh. Why do you do that?” he laughed as you stepped away.

-

You found Cassie and the other girls back at the cabin.

“Hey guys.” You sniffled as you walked to your bed.

“Babe, you were amazing up there! Who knew you could move like that!” Clover cheered.

“You are one hot Mamma!” Nancy giggled.

“Bam, what’s wrong?” Robin asked after you hadn’t really said anything back. She came to sit beside you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“It’s silly…” tears threatening to run down your cheeks once again.

“Hey, it’s just us." Nancy reached over and touched your hand.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I feel like such an idiot! I did that whole thing to get Eddie’s attention, but he was gone before I even finished dancing.” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at your friends.

“If you ask me, he looked like he was trying to contain himself. Girl, you did that to him with no warning! Hell, even I wanted to jump your bones just watching you.” Robin giggled.

“Really? Do you think so? You don’t think he was mad or put off? I saw his face—he looked annoyed. Like he was uncomfortable. Even earlier, he was cold to me.” You grabbed a tissue and blotted away your blackened tears.

“Nah, Bams, he looked like a man trying not to pop a boner, especially when you touched his thighs! Holy shit, I thought he would blow his load right there.”

Nancy managed to pull a laugh off of you.

“Thanks, guys; I think I'll feel better in the morning.” you sighed and gave them each a hug, then got ready for bed.

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[pupyuj]

I have a vision bestie. Imagine jock Yujin just fucking and dominating the shit out of her ex-girlfriend after someone hit on her on a party. The possessiveness over what's hers just kicked in her depsite the break up. Yujin is too fine to exist🤭

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OH.. 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢very sorry to anon, this ask is long overdue 💔💔 but another yujin drabble? you guys are so spoiled today! (now don't ask why this wasn't the energy that was present when i hit 1k followers 😭)

ever since you and yujin separated, everybody has been tripping over themselves trying to ask you out or get in your pants 😤😤 they're giving you flowers, courting you, giving you letters and even presents... it was all very sweet but after yujin, you weren't really interested in dating just yet :((( but nobody really listens to that so they keep asking you out,, and it happens in the party too ofc! literally everybody tried to get a piece of your time 😭 you were so popular that you barely got a step in before somebody started talking to you! 😩 but it wasn't until some drunken geek started hitting on you that things escalated 🫣

you were too polite to excuse yourself from the conversation so you just sat there, smiling and nodding to whatever that guy was saying,,, your eyes scanning the room for a familiar face just so you could get out but unfortunately there was nobody around... except ahn yujin in that stupid varsity jacket she probably cherished more than your fucking relationship 🙄 she was staring at you as she leaned against the wall, one hand holding a red cup and the other brushing through her hair.. christ, did she have to look so hot all the time? 🫠🫠

watching her while she ogled and smirked at every pretty girl that passed by, what a player honestly 😟 her meeting your eyes and winking at you, making you grimace and look away 😭 then you got bored of the party bcs your friends were all over the place and that weird guy was still talking to you, so you tried to stand up to finally leave but mr. weirdo put his hand on your thigh??? and leaned too close?? his drunken breath fanning your face 🤢 he didn't get another word in before he got thrown back in the couch rather violently by none other than your delightful ex-girlfriend,,

"you got a whole lotta nerve trying to touch my girl like that." and she spills her cup on top of the guy's head, soaking his hair with beer 😭😭😭 you may have questioned her love for you while you were dating, but the one thing you were sure of was her obsession towards you... she always made sure that people knew you belonged to one person only, and tonight wasn't going to be any different. even if the two of you have been separated for months now 😤

yujinnie dragging you inside an empty bedroom despite your half-hearted protests,, watching intently as she pulled off her jacket and let it drop to the ground while you sat on the edge of the bed,, as much as you hated being around her now, you couldn't wait to see just what entails you after all that 🤭🤭 "who are you calling your girl, yujin-ah? not me, i hope." you said while cheekily smiling up at your ex who was now standing in front of you all pissed 🫣 see, you could be a brat and put up a fight as much as you want, but there's no point to it when you willingly let yujin bend you over the bed with her fingers inside your cunt 😵‍💫

all your spunk just getting thrown out the window every time yujin's thumb brushes against your clit,, "louder, (y/n)." she would demand, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper inside you, making you wonder just why the fuck would you ever leave yujin if she took you to the stars like this 🤤 "this pussy will always belong to me. remember that." oh that's why!

"a-ahh..! fuck you, y-yujin... i hate you—" immediately shutting up when yujin increases her pace,, now you were face down on the bed, muffling your moans as best as you could but you could still be heard outside the room bcs yujin was so desperate to let everybody know that you still belonged to her :((( so she didn't care about the way you tried grabbing for one of her hands to try and stop her, or how you've started crying bcs it was all too much :(((

"think somebody else can fuck you as good as i can? huh? answer honestly, (y/n)." she would try and rile you up, grinning widely when you glared at her amidst your tears,, she's sick 😳 "answer, you bitch." she curls her fingers inside of you, making you squirm and buck your hips backwards just to have some more of what yujin was giving you 🫠🫠 "didn't hear me?" yujin spreads your legs open, pulls her fingers out, and slaps your pussy, earning a pained whine from you :(( odmoddfhjhg her continuing on slapping your cunt even when you told her what she wanted to hear??? she definitely doesn't stop until you were a rambling mess,,

her making you come from her slaps?? doesn't make fun of you for it bcs she fucking loved the sight,, moaning her name as you came undone, your legs shaking horribly and your vision almost blurring,, "that's my good girl. let everybody know who owns this pussy." msjhsdjdkj yujin making you turn around so she could lay you on your back, spreading your legs wide open once again and staring at your red pussy :((( "was that too much? i really missed you..." ugh she was so the type to take advantage of your state, trying to make you feel like she truly loved you,, maybe at one point she did, you'll never know bcs you wanted nothing to do with her after you broke up with her...

and yet—and yet!—you still let yujin kiss your lips, you still listen to the faux sympathy she offered you while she gently massaged your clit, and you still allowed her to go down on you,, letting her have a taste of you after the longest time,, the sounds of her slurps and own moans nearly being louder than yours,, and all the hatred you apparently hold towards her would never stop you from letting her mark you up and repeating whatever words she told you,,

"i belong to you."

"i'm yours."

"i love you."

and no matter how much you told yourself otherwise, deep in your heart, you knew all those words were true 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[esti3]

Narcissist

[moonlightisdancing]

Love Me Tender/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2589

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI romantic josh, marking, oral sex (m & f receiving), whole lotta kissing, fingering, light biting, super light foot stuff (bare with me), very intimate & unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), breeding (do we expect anything else from me…), smoking

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“C’mon, mama. We’re gonna be late.” Josh’s voice echoes from your shared bedroom into the bathroom.

The statement is quite ironic, Josh is almost always the reason you guys are “fashionably late” as he calls it. He didn’t disclose what he had planned for tonight, but he bought you a gorgeous black dress paired with silver heels. You assume something special as he’s finally home from tour, perhaps a small celebration of being back. He’s adamant you wear this specific outfit for tonight, but there’s one issue.

“I’m trying, baby! Can you come help me zip it?” The zipper starts at the middle of your back, making it almost impossible for you to zip on your own. You hear his footsteps through the bedroom.

He knocks his knuckles on the door frame. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, my love.”

He creaks the door open, walking up behind you in the mirror. Josh places his hands on your waist and his chin on your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your exposed shoulder before looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“Mm, fits you just how I like it. How’d I do? Does it feel okay?” He can’t take his eyes off of the plunging neckline in the reflection.

“It’s so pretty, the zipper’s in a weird spot, though. I can’t reach it.”

“Here, let me get it, angel.” He pulls away from you, leaving your back exposed to the cool air. He glides his hands down your hips and across your ass. You watch his reflection as his eyes lock onto the back of your lacy red bra he bought you for Valentine's Day.

“Y’know, I always liked this little number.” He runs his fingers under the elastic of the bra, tracing down your spine until he reaches the zipper.

“It always ends up on the floor before you get to see it!” You tease him.

“To be fair, I do like it better on the floor.” Josh is trying to get the zipper, but his fingers can’t grasp it.

Destined to get the dress zipped, Josh gets on his knees behind you. He places his hands on your hips for support as you feel his nose brush against your back. He’s attempting to pull the zipper up with his teeth. The feeling of him behind you like this drives you crazy, but you try to contain yourself knowing he has something planned for tonight. Your wandering mind is suddenly brought back to reality.

“Fuck!” Josh’s grip on your hips gets tight in anger.

“What happened, baby?” You were so busy daydreaming you hadn’t been paying attention.

“The fucking zipper broke.” He seems really upset about the faulty zipper.

“My love, I think I have a little black dress in the closet.” Before Josh can stop you, you make your way to the bedroom, and see it’s decorated with rose petals on the bed and unlit candles across the dresser.

“Josh, what’s all this for?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise for when we got home…” He stands in the doorway, looking defeated as all hell.

You feel bad for ruining his surprise, but in the same breath it turns you on knowing what his plans were for the night. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, he places his hands on your waist in response.

“Joshy, this is so cute, I love you.” You pout your lip at him.

“Yeah? I love you, too, baby.” He pulls you into his chest and kisses your neck.

The kisses begin to grow deeper as he starts to leave hot marks across your skin, you let out a small moan in response to his touch.

“You know we could just stay here if you want.” Josh says between the heated kisses on your neck.

“I’m good with that, yeah.” Your hands run down the warm, soft skin of his neck before finding themselves resting on his pecs.

You slide your hands down, fidgeting with the end of his shirt before working your hands underneath the thin fabric. The dragging of your nails against his stomach causes Josh to let out a breathy sigh. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging at the base of his grip. You slowly fall to your knees, running your hands down his torso and thighs, locking your fingers into the waistband of his pants. You maneuver your head under his shirt, your lips finding their way to the soft flesh of his navel. You begin peppering kisses across his tummy as your hands trace small circles on his barely exposed hip bones. His cock is growing hard against your throat, begging for attention under the rough denim. You inch his pants down his firm thighs, hands finding their way around his ass. You place soft kisses on his clothed cock as it twitches under your sweet touch. Running your wet lips over him through his boxes leaves a smudged stain of red lipstick around his length. You dip your fingers into the waistband, knuckles dragging over his prominent hip bones. You unveil him to yourself, taking in the great detail, each one telling a different story. With your hands on his hips, you run your tongue from the base of his cock up his shaft, lips finding their way around his leaking tip. The swirling of your tongue makes Josh moan as he places his hands on top of yours.

“Baby?” He gently whispers.

“Yes, my love?” His eyebrows furrow in almost sadness as you pull away from him to respond.

“Let me do my thing first.” Josh wasn’t asking, he was telling you.

His hands find their way cupped around your face as Josh pulls you to your feet. He lowers himself onto his knees, swapping the roles of which you each occupied moments before, bringing the dress down with him. The heavy, black fabric rests at your feet as Josh kneels eye level with your core. He hungrily kisses you through your bright red panties, eyes glistening with pure lust. He brushes two fingers against your middle and pushes the lacy number to the side, letting the cool air excite your pussy more. Josh begins placing heated kisses up your thigh before reaching your core, burying his face into your warmth. His nose is brushing against the light patch of hair you keep, per his request, as his lips position themselves around your aching clit. He begins eating you out like he’s been deprived of your taste, or perhaps had never been fed. Through breathy moans on both ends, Josh makes a point to periodically look up and check he’s pleasing you the way you deserve. Suddenly you feel two fingers rubbing through your folds before they press through your entrance. You let out a sharp moan, one that Josh knows to be a good sign. He starts curling his fingers inside of you slowly as he continues making love to your clit. Inching closer to the edge, you reach your hands down and rake your fingers through Josh’s hair, grabbing handfuls at the scalp. You writhe under his touch, rocking against his motions to gain more friction from his tongue.

“Feels good, hm?” He hums into your aroused flesh, you’re growing tighter around his fingers as you near your climax.

“Cum for me, mama.” Josh’s fingers start to pick up a faster pace as you reach your high.

He works you through your orgasm as he replaces his tongue with the pad of his thumb, moving his body in line with yours. The room spins around you as Josh slowly takes his fingers out from your throbbing cunt. Taking the hint from you toying with the bottom hem, Josh removes his shirt exposing the soft, blushed skin of his torso. You run a hand down his heated body moving down to stroke his length, placing kisses across the skin of his neck and chest. He burries his face in your neck and begins tracing the dip in your back with his fingertips, running his fingers up and down your sweat coated skin.

“Josh?” You sound needy, almost begging for the attention you already had.

“Yes?” He lifts his head from your shoulder and moves a hand to push back fallen strands of hair blocking the view of your face. His palm lingers beside your face, his thumb rubbing over the highest point of your cheek.

“Can we fuck?” You always felt silly asking, but you liked to make sure you were on the same page. There had been plenty times in the past where Josh wanted nothing more than to pleasure you, not worrying about his own release.

“Yeah, of course, mama.” The lust-filled look never left his eyes, but was now seemingly brighter at your request for more.

The two of you find your way over to the bed. Josh gently pushes you back into the pillows, sending the white rose petals flying around you. Josh slides the dress off of your ankles and tosses it onto the floor. He slowly takes your strappy, silver heels off of your feet, placing soft kisses along the bottom of each one followed by the circular motion of his thumbs. He positions himself between your legs and hovers over you, an arm on either side of your head as you trace the defined muscle of his biceps with your fingers. He leans his head down to touch his forehead to yours, making his cold pendant press against the heated skin of your sternum, cooling the triangular shape it rests upon your skin in. Foreheads touching, alongside the tips of your noses, Josh takes in all of you.

“Look at me, angel.” You open your eyes and see his brown doe eyes staring back at you.

His stare wasn’t anything fierce or scary. Usually prolonged eye contact made you uncomfortable, but his never did. From the moment you’d met Josh, you’d yearned for his eyes to be fixed on you any chance they got. Josh always loves to mention how the eyes are the windows to the soul, and each time he performs this act on you, you easily welcome him into your unlocked home. It’s always felt like he belonged there, inside of your soul. He has been the only one to see you so deeply and show you how it feels to love and be loved. He’s taken the time to make every sexual interaction with you feel connected no matter how heated the moment got. The soul bonding goes on for what feels like an eternity, but in reality only a few minutes have passed. During the time of getting lost in eachother’s minds, bodies and spirits, your legs found their way wrapped around his waist. Josh breaks the eye contact with a series of loving kisses to your plush lips. The sweet flavor of mint toothpaste, cigarettes and weed lingers on his tongue, a combination you longed for while he was gone.

“I missed you, and this…” You whisper between his taste.

“I missed you, too, mama. And I missed her.” He says as he dips his hips down pressing his solid length against your needy core.

You reach a hand down to grab onto his cock, rubbing him between your velvety folds before resting him at your entrance. You open your eyes to see if he’s watching, but his are screwed shut paired with furrowed brows and open lips. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you lift your hips into his, feeling every muscle in his body tighten and fall into the feeling of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He opens his eyes and presses his forehead to yours again, returning to the art of staring, this time more intimate than the last.

He moves his hands from beside your head to underneath your back, pulling you into his chest in a strong hug. Josh slowly moves his hips back and forth, making sure to dip down at the end of each stroke to rub against your clit. You run your fingertips over his bare back as his grip deepens into yours. Josh can make you cum almost instantly when he wants to, but he was taking his time, wanting to feel you for as long as he can. Sweat begins to form on each of your bodies, his wet curls resting against your forehead.

“I’m so close, baby.” He loosens his grip on your back and snakes his arms out from underneath you.

He places them against the headboard, pushing himself up from you but never leaving your shelter. Josh reaches back for your legs and throws them over his shoulders, lifting your lower back off of the bed by a few inches. His strokes become longer with more desire behind each one as he places a mix of kisses and soft bites on the inside of your calf. One of his hands finds its way resting on your lower stomach, his thumb hovering above your clit, applying heavy pressure as his hips crash into yours. You start wiggling and whining under his touch as you near your second orgasm, you can tell he’s getting closer to the edge too by the faltering in his movements.

“Keep fucking me right there. Just like that.” You let out a crying moan. “Fuuuck! Oh my- Josh! That feels so fucking- oh my god I’m-” Before you can finish your thought, Josh brings you to another climax as he follows shortly behind.

“Oh, mama. Fuck, you’re so tight. Want me to cum in my tight little pussy?” You’ve always been entirely his, but hearing Josh claim ownership makes you melt into his touch.

You nod yes and he wastes no time following instructions. His hips stutter and you feel his twitching cock fill you to the brim, his warm release coating the inside of your orgasm swollen pussy. The prolonged eye contact is broken as Josh’s head falls back, his lips parted and neck on full display. You watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he attempts to catch his faltering breath. He brings his head back where it belongs. Looking entirely fucked out of this world, he slowly lowers himself ontop of you peppering kisses along your jawline. You wrap your hands around the back of his head, running your fingers through the sweat-soaked curls at the nape of his neck. Once Josh catches his breath he rolls off of you, laying on his back. He lazily reaches over into the top drawer of the dark oak side table that resides next to your shared bed. You turn to your side and lean up on your arm to watch the movement of his bare body. Josh returns with a pack of yellow American Spirits and a black lighter. He flips the top open and presses his lips to the pack, pulling one cigarette out in the sexiest way anyone could. He closes the top and lets the pack fall into the dip of his chest, bringing the lighter to the cigarette.

“You want one?” He puffs the cigarette and blows the smoke away from you.

“Can I?” You reach for the pack but Josh waves your hand away.

“Let me get it, mama.” He returns the pack to his hand, this time grabbing one out with his index and thumb.

He presses the cigarette between your swollen lips and lights it with the cherry of his own.

[axt-beta]

Warning: a whole lotta fluff, Satoru being kinda obsessed, Female reader, Things kinda escalate quickly

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐!𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘

Adores you in every single way. He finds it adorable when you laugh, when you look up at him with sweet looking eyes, he just wants to hug you and never let go. He then goes and yaps to Suguru about how pretty you looked today and how he got to pin you down in training. Pin you down... That made him feel something.

"I wish I could just... Hug her. Touch her." The teen breathed out softly. "Satoru, you already do that." The black haired teen replies while watching his best friend flushed red over his classmate. "I know but I want to do more.... Like I want to kiss her-"

"Oh. my. god. Just confess to her. I don't want to hear this every single night." Annoyance dripping from his words as his best friend took his glasses off and ran a hand through his hair. He felt hot all over. Heavy breaths came from him the more he thought about you. "What should I do?"

"Go cool off then see her."

"If I can even function." The white haired teen sat up and stepped outside of his best friends dorm then walking outside. He leans against a railing and sighs.

"What's got you so happy? Did something good happen?"

He looks beside him to see the one and only person he did not want to see like this.

"Oh..N/N."

"Are you in lo-.....woah." You stare up at him with slightly widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

"N/N? What's wrong?" Damn she looks pretty while blushing. He thought.

"Your eyes.." You say, mesmerized.

"My eyes? Yeah I know they can be kinda bright—" He looked away awkwardly

"No.. They're pretty." You giggled softly as his assumption. Yeah they are bright but still pretty. You thought, not knowing the guy next to you was a blushing mess. You get kind of worried from his silence so you decide to reassure him and grab his twitching hand.

"Uh, I'm sorry. Do guys not like being called pretty?"

"Y/N."

He suddenly pulls you into a tight hug and starts kissing you. Kissing your forehead, your cheek, everywhere but your lips. "Mmh- sorry.." *He plants a kiss on your cheek before burying his face in your hair. Your scent.. You smell so good.

"How did you make me fall for you so damn hard?"

He says, while slightly pulling his head out of your hair. You look up at him slowly with those sweet eyes of yours.. He could just lose it right then and there.

You laugh softly and smile sweetly at him. "I.. Love you too, Satoru.

[averyfromzero]

Who’s The Better C*ck?

pairing: male reader x jeno, mark, lucas, jaehyun & johnny

summary: after having kissed all of them, you have to take care of each of their *eggplant emoji*

notes: smut, bl*wjob, a whole lotta c*ck

words: 2,089

part 1: “who’s the better kisser?”

"Want me to help you guys with that?" You asked, gesturing at their bulges.

The guys looked down and saw that their cocks had formed obvious tents on each of their tents.

The guys looked at each other, implicitly seeking any disapproval in any of the others' faces. So as Johnny shrugged, so did everyone else.

You watched as the 5 hot men around you got up on their feet and pulled down their pants, letting their dicks out.

You were about to have an overdose of cock. And you couldn't wait for it.

Following the same line as before, you went to Jeno first. He had only the zipper of his jeans open so just his member and balls were visible. As it was so hard that it was pointing upwards, he pushed it down with his thumb and waited as you approached.

Kneeling in front of him, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Jeno had always been known for being hung as his bulge could never be hidden. So it was no surprise when you took it in your hand and saw how massive he was.

Jeno's cock looked to be around 8 inches (20.3cm) long and had a medium girth, with a few veins visible along the shaft.

His skin was pale there but the bulbous head was a pretty pink color, intensified by how hard he was, shining from precum.

A patch of black hair also adorned the base, making him look even hotter. Meanwhile, his medium-sized balls lacked hair.

You stroked him a couple times before wrapping your lips around the head. Weirdly enough, Jeno tasted soft and delightful, matching the visual of his cock. He was literally delicious.

As your mouth watered the more you sucked him, Jeno's cock was soon thoroughly wet with spit and precum. The sound of your mouth on his dick reverberated in the room but you could still hear the faint noise of the other guys' slowly jerking themselves off.

Bobbing your head up and down nonstop, you couldn't get enough of how well Jeno tasted and how well he filled your mouth, its thickness filling you up just right.

You felt the spit smear around your lips as you kept slurping on that cock.

Soon, Jeno bent his head back and started puffing, signaling you that he was close to his climax.

After a few more seconds, Jeno shot his huge load inside your mouth. His cum wasn't very thick and it tasted just as soft as the skin of his cock did. Almost like the lightest of milks.

You swallowed it all as it oozed out of Jeno's cock like it was a pacifier. After being done, you let his member slide out of your mouth and exhaled loudly, expressing your content.

You caught your breath for a couple seconds before moving towards Mark, who was patiently waiting while slowly caressing his cock.

Mark had his hoodie on, looking all kinds of soft, but the lust on his face made him look just as hot.

Still on your knees, you took his cock in your hands and examined it, wanting to taking in every detail of it.

Mark wasn't as long as Jeno, but was still packing a big one. His cock was about 7 inches (17.8cm) long and just as thick as the younger's. While Jeno's looked a bit too big for his body, Mark's cock seemed to fit him perfectly, being just the right size for him, which was something that made Mark look even more attractive.

He was slightly more tan than Jeno and the head was a bit more red than pink. The shaft was mostly smooth and gave Mark a very clean appearance, the perfectly brushed patch of dark hair at the base complimenting him even more. Like Jeno, Mark's balls were smooth.

After fully examining Mark's member, you took him in your mouth, swallowing half of his cock in one go.

Mark's cock had a bit more flavor to it when compared to Jeno's but he still tasted pretty clean and soft altogether. It was an addicting taste, and it made you suck him faster.

You bobbed your head up and down and was soon taking all of his 7 inches in your mouth, coating it thoroughly with your spit while you mixed it with his precum.

While Jeno was quieter, Mark couldn't help but moan as you went down on him. His soft voice coming out of him in arousing puffs of air as he looked at the way your wet lips smoothly slid up and down his cock.

Mark's dick fit your mouth perfectly, even more so than Jeno's.

Soon, Mark's moans became louder and more shaky, so you got ready to swallow down yet another load of cum.

After a few seconds, you felt Mark's cock twitch inside your mouth and his overflowing milk started to fill you up.

Mark's cum was less thick than Jeno's, but he easily oozed out double the amount than the other. Its taste was similar to the younger's but a bit more sour.

Because of how much Mark had cum, some of it leaked through the corners of your mouth and ran down your chin. Still, you managed to swallow most of his semen. It felt great.

You didn't bother cleaning up your face before you moved to the third cock of the night: Lucas'.

The young man had his pants pulled down to the knees and his enlarged member hung low as it was too massive to stand up.

Not wasting any time, you wrapped your hand around Lucas' cock and, for the third time, you examined it.

Lucas' cock was the biggest one so far, longer than Jeno's and thicker than both his and Mark's. It was easily 10 inches (25.4cm) long and it gave Lucas the stereotypical image of a tall slim guy with a horse cock.

His puppy face and expression of a horny teenager just helped in building that image up.

Lucas had darker skin than Mark and the head of his cock took a purple tone rather than a red one. A drop of precum hung from the tip and a messy bush of dark hair at the base finished off the look, with his balls being the biggest ones so far, but still lacking any kind of hair.

You gave his shaft a lick from the bottom until the very tip, where you caught the drop of precum that was about to fall.

With that alone, you could feel Lucas' more salty and sour taste compared to the previous two.

You wrapped your lips around his fat head and managed to take in half his cock. His thickness didn't help so you weren't able to fit as much as you did Mark and Jeno.

Keeping your mouth still, you used your hand to stroke the other half of his cock that couldn't fit inside.

You started moving your head up and down at a slow pace as you kept masturbating him.

Soon, you picked up your pace stroked him faster, making Lucas moan out loud. He was louder than Mark.

With a mouthful of cock, you felt your spit drip from your lips as you kept sucking.

After a while, Lucas dragged out a deeper moan as he let out a big load of cum inside your mouth.

His semen was the thickest one so far and the volume was almost the same as Mark's. His taste was salty but still delicious, so you swallowed it all.

You took a few seconds to rest before you moved on to Jaehyun.

Jaehyun was holding his pants open for you as his cock waited to be sucked on.

Kneeling in front of him, you wrapped your right hand around his hanging shaft and, once again, examined it.

Jaehyun was bigger than Jeno but smaller than Lucas, with a length of 9 inches (22.8cm) and as thick as the first one.

His cock was as pale as Jeno's but more veiny, the bulbous head being painted with a deep salmon pink color and shining with precum.

While Jaehyun was the hairiest overall, his pubes were more modest than Lucas' and they took a brighter hair color than expected, looking almost dark blonde.

His balls hung low and had that same dark blonde hair on them, being hairiest sack of all the boys.

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and slurped on it, sucking on his precum.

Jaehyun tasted salty like Lucas but not as sour, while the skin of his member had a slightly musky scent and flavor. He had the richest taste so far.

You went down on his shaft until you couldn't fit any more of it in your mouth. Like you did with Lucas, you started masturbating what was rest of it, taking the chance to brush your hand on the bushy hair at the base.

The rich taste and smell of Jaehyun made your mouth water even more and soon his cock was all lathered up with your saliva.

Taking a break to breathe, you removed your mouth from his cock and stroked it, feeling a rush of arousal as you saw the string of spit connect the tip of his dick with your lips.

Going back at it, you started sucking him off again, this time picking up the pace.

It took Jaehyun a few minutes until his cock twitched and his thick cum started filling up your mouth.

His milk was as thick as Lucas' but it tasted even better. You just wanted more and more. And Jaehyun kept giving it to you.

His orgasm felt almost eternal until he finally stopped cumming. You managed to swallow most of it but some of it had leaked, dripping down your chin like Mark's cum had just minutes before.

You started feeling full and your jaw was a little tired from all the sucking. But you still had one more cock to go.

Johnny took notice of your state as you approached him. "Don't worry, I'm so horned up I'm not gonna take long to cum."

You nodded and then looked down to take in the size of Johnny's cock.

His dick was as long as Lucas' but it seemed even thicker than his. Somehow, it didn't hang as low as the latter one did.

Johnny's cock was as hard as a rock, pointing directly at your face with a purply bulbous head dripping precum.

His shaft was almost as smooth as Mark's, but a single thick vein that traced its underside from the base to the tip gave it some extra texture.

His pubes weren't as bushy as Lucas' but his hairs were longer and his balls, while not as hairy as Jaehyun's, had some of it too.

Tired of using your hands, you rested them on your knees while you got closer to that thick cock with your mouth open.

You felt as Johnny placed one of his hands on your head and started to buck his hips slowly. You let him do the work this time.

His enlarged member filled your mouth quickly but Johnny didn't force it all the way down your throat, not wanting to hurt you.

He started to quicken his thrusts and grunts starting leaving his mouth.

You looked up and took in the erotic sight before you. Johnny had a lustful expression on his face and strands of his hair kept moving as he thrusted inside your mouth.

You two stayed in that position for a few minutes and, when you thought you were about to chug down another load of cum, Johnny's cock left your mouth.

It took you a couple seconds to register that the oldest of them had decided to cum on your face instead. That thought sent chills down your spine.

You watched as Johnny masturbated his cock frantically for a few seconds before milk started to shoot out of him and landing on your face.

He oozed out enough cum to paint your face with his thick semen. You loved all of it.

When he was done, you licked around your mouth to try and taste some of his liquid. His flavor wasn't as musky as Jaehyun but he tasted just as salty. Delicious.

"Oof," Johnny let out, breathless. "That was...good." He said while buttoning up his pants.

"We should that more often," Jaehyun suggested.

You watched as the other boys nodded.

You smirked, loving that idea.

[inknopewetrust]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 [𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮] [𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌]

summary: the colors of life change with time, but the music that narrates it lives on forever in one, standstill moment of the 1990s where success and passion came tumbling down. Years later, the story is declassified.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: minors dni (18+), this is based off of fleetwood mac/daisy jones and the six so imagine mid-80s and 90s rock scene, language, lil bit a spice, a whole lotta angst, enemies to lovers to enemies to…

In a world where words meant so much, it was difficult to find them at a time where they were needed.

The cool wire weaved against your skin. Its path crawling like a snake of retrospection from the bottom of your chair to your chest. There was a pebble of sweat threatening to spill from the top of your hairline in the hot California sun which made you think:

"Why the fuck did I ever move out of Indiana?"

But if you closed your eyes, you could recall why. A sickening, thunderous roar of the crowd–you could still hear it now. Somewhere, thumping in the back of your mind as their chants filled a space that breathed a new life within you as the another was dying.

An echo chamber of the taste of metal against lips; the white knuckle grip that still threatened to slip from your grasp.

The woman who sat across from you had a plastic smile on her lips. For her, it was nothing more than a job. An exploitive adventure where you'd be sticking headlines and messages across platforms for weeks to come because of this tell-all documentary.

"When did you know?"

Against cynicism the inevitable hardness of the culture you had immersed yourself in at one time had risen again and the attitude that rose promised a truthful reflection of your experience.

On the floor beside the mics battery pack, a half smoked carton of cigarettes met a glazed palm and the woman watched as a perfectly rolled stick land between two mauve lips. As the flame sparked, your eyes darted to hers.

"Know what?" you muttered between the smoke.

“When it was finally over?”

You could feel the breath being sucked out of your soul. The shudder radiating like a shutter letting rain inside of the home in the canyon; kissing the very center of a heartbeat that stopped at the sight of a pair of eyes, shoes peaking through a doorway.

The cigarette burned between your fingers. Ticking away like a bomb with scorching red embers fighting its casing.

“The Album was the best and worst thing to ever happen to any of us… that sounds ridiculous,” you scoffed, shaking your head and the woman quirked her head.

“It sounds ridiculous that something so magical, something so brilliant, can make those who built it feel small. It put us in a fishbowl and it took every last drop from our cup before it dried up and cracked under the heat… that's when I knew it was over."

She shifted in her seat, readjusting the papers to organize her thoughts. You imagined there was no sounder way of stating it. It was the truth, frank, and to the point but something the rest of them negated to realize or speak into words.

But she shook her head. “Yes, the band… but what of the relationships?”

“None of us had known about Steve and Nancy, Robin and Vickie had barely interacted until their writing began and by the end… well you can read plenty of articles about the end of it all.”

You drew from the cigarette again. Smoke filling the air around you like a mist; the woman kept digging.

“And Eddie and yourself?”

“Well…”

That heart-skipping beat never left. Laurel Canyon was so far away, the studio was a memory, and the stage was a phantom piece of your imagination yet the simple mention of a name so far removed was enough to make time stand still.

Somewhere, a young woman frozen and left wondering the "what if" of a life not shrouded by fanatics and the thrumming of a guitar. Somewhere, lost in the violence of a summer and the shattered glass of a heart left on a stoop, that girl remained inside.

“It was always complicated.”

“So,” she shrugged at you as if the conversation was nothing more than such. It wasn’t as though she was here to get all the details of every part of a life that had already played out in public if people had only been paying attention.

It wasn’t as though she was cracking open a mountain full of jeweled memories that had crystalized themselves in the past.

“When did it all go wrong?”

Feeling the sting of the camera focus on your face, there were two responses to this question that many had already answered before you:

"When did it all go wrong?" You lamented to yourself.

When did you know it was over? When did it all go wrong?

The woman's eyes glistened in excitement. Her story was unraveling before her. You took a drag again.

Fuck. You thought to yourself.

And the film began to play.

A/n: I'm excited to get back in the writing game - especially with Eddie. Let me know your early thoughts! Yay, nay, slay?

[cyberpunkhwx]

So I'm love in love with Yeosang and Seonghwa at the moment. Can I request a Yeosang/Seonghwa threesome smut after the reader gets to see them rehearse their motorcycle scene in the music video Bouncy.

The Racer (and his friend)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: bf!hwa x gf!reader x yeosang

Warnings: smut, fluff, 3some, Racer au, hwa sharing his gf, oral (f-receive), fingering, yeosang's strong ass biceps(yes this is a warning), degerating, praising, they're kinda simps at this point? Lotta compliments, manhandling, being lift up, double penetration, multiple orgasm, dom!hwa, dom!yeo, sub!reader lmk if I missed anything

N/a: Just realised I misread the request abit.. oppsie~ this is an actually Racer au and not just them releasing the racing scene^^

"Baby, there's a race going on tonight, wanna join?"

Your boyfriend was putting on his racing suit, making sure it was tight and secure. The black suit with orange details and lines that matched perfectly with his bike. With a black tee under it.

You give him a thumbs up, as you make your way to your shared bedroom, in your his apartment. You went through your whole closet, trying to pick something to match with him. You finally settle with one og his white sweatshirts and a red skirt, pairing with you to-go black boots. You did the last touched and went out. Where Seonghwa was waiting for you, leaning onto his bike as he held his helmet in one hand, and scrolling on his socials in the other.

He looked gorgeous as always. His black hair styled into a side slick with a few stray of his hair down on his forehead.

He smiled when he saw you, motioning you to come closer as he sat on his bike.

"Here, let me help" He placed the helmet on your head securing it tightly "too tight?" "Just perfect"

After a year of dating, he still treats you like glass. It'd be a lie to say if you were scared of riding with him at the very first times, but not anymore. Not with the way he puts your comfort his number one priority.

You get on the bike and grip on his muscled waist tightly, putting your head on his back and just enjoying the ride.

_

"So there's actually someone I wanted to introduce you to" seonghwa parked his bike nearby, helping you off. "He's kinda new here and we want to make him feel as welcome as possible hmm?" He said guiding you toward the usual café.

"Oh there he is" He waved at a guy sitting alone on a table. He waved back. He had his hair styled in a tiny pony tail, with a few strands on his forehead, maybe abit longer- they came on his eyes. Like seonghwa. Is that a thing for bikers? You thought. you tried not to stare but there was just alot to look at. He had a tight sleeved black shirt on, with his racing suit hanging on his chair. It looked similar to seonghwa's, only abit darker, looking more red than orange. His doe eyes that looked back and forth on you and seonghwa, did not match his huge biceps. You were almost worried it'd tear the shirt.

You walked closer to his table as seonghwa sat on a chair infront of him, motioning you to sit beside him, keeping his hand on the head of your chair.

"Darling, this is Yeosang. The guy I wanted to introduce to you, he is hot isn't he?" He winked as he continued "And this is my girlfriend y/n, she's here to cheer on me tonight" He gave your shoulder a squeeze as he watched you and yeosang shyly nod at each other, mumbling a quite hi and he says "oh man you're lucky, I wish I had a pretty cheering on me" he joked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh mate, she might want to cheer for you on second place hmm? If her pretty heart is feeling kind" He teased, gently rubbing your cheek qith his fingertips, tapping a familiar rhythm on the wooden table with his free hand.

_

Soon it was dark outside and time to race. You sat on the metal sits, as you admired your boyfriend getting ready. "You can do it seonghwa oppa!" You yelled across the way, he looked down as he chuckled, sending you a quick flying kiss before covering his face with the helmet.

You saw him chatting with yeosang and looking at you from time to time, but you shrugged it off, just giving a gentle smile qhwn you made eye contact.

"Racer, ready! 1, 2 , race" yelled the sexy flag lady in the bikini. You always wondering how the hell does she dress like that while you wore, your boyfriends long ass jacket (thanks to his long ass legs) and was still freezing. Does she gets paid well though? Maybe you should also-

The race was over almost as fast as it started. Seonghwa stood as he took out his helmet, doing his famous hair flip as people gathered around him.

You ran toward him to congrat him, and that was when he immediately pulled you into a deep kiss, almost eating you up. He only let go when he ran out of breath. "You, me, my resting room right fucking now" he told a staff to park his bike where it should and take care of it as he dragged you to take care of himself.

"Didn't know you could pop a boner by sitting on a bike, or what you and yeosang talked about was so arousing?" You teased, following after him. "Oh love, we were talking about your tight cunt‌, if your that curious" He said through his teeth, finally reaching the resting room.

"You-what?" You were not expecting this. "Oh darling, you just look so sweet everyone wants a taste. You don't wanna be cruel to his dick and let it explode do you?" He u locked the door, seeing yeosang already sitting there, waiting.

"It's gonna be really fun, babe. Now why don't you give us both a show, hmm?" He hugged your waist from behind, and guiding you toward the lunch table, pressing you on your back. The hanging lamp was almost blinding if it wasn't for seonghwa's large figure shadowing over you.

If you looked abit further up you could see yeosangs figure, smirking at you laying all pretty and sweet on the table, just because your boyfriend told you to.

"Such a good girl, you're show yeosang oppa how whiny you get for me?" It wasn't a question, because right after he finished his sentence, his hands slips down to them hem of your skirt. Yeosang on the other hand started to play with your face, cheeks and finally rested on you lips. You open your lips for him to put them in, luring them good. Seonghwa puts your both legs on his one shoulder to slip down your skirt and let them lay on the ground. He just takes a minute to observe the way you look under him. Your pretty figure laying for him while your cute face is busy paying attention to yeosang.

"Hyung, your babe is so cute" He let's his free arms wonder on the exposed skin of your shoulder and cleavage.

"She so fucking wet too, look at it" your boyfriend, spreader your legs wide with his both hands, slightly lifting your hips for yeosang to have a view of the dark patches on your panties.

You let out a whine at his action. Feeling shy, as if you were just for him to show off.

Seonghwa let your hips back on the table, just for his thumb to start working on your sensetive clit, rubbing on it over the fabric of your panties, just the way you like it. You felt your body shake slightly at the rough sensation, bringing up your knees.

"Yeo, hold her down" He minded no business to you, moving your soaked panties to the side for two long fingers to enter your wet hole, easily moving in and out.

Yeosang, gently moved his finger out of your mouth, you grab your both hands with one of his, holding them next to him and above your head. While his other hand, made its way on your top and bra, taking it off of you, making your boobs bounce down. "Fuck! So pretty" He cages your nipple between his fingers, before grabbing the whole boob and squizing it harshly.

You arch your back, hips squirming away from seonghwa, already feeling hazy with all the hands on you.

Seonghwa's skillful hand followed your hips, not giving you a moment to rest, only speeding up his tempo. "My baby gonna cum for me? Be a good slut and cum, hmm?"

Yeosang dragged your hands further away, locking you in between their bodies,moving his face to take a bite of your other nipple, making you let out a scream.

"Hwa.. close-" "awe hyung, she's already cummin', so sensetive" He bit harsher on your chest, taking it all in his mouth.

"She's my sweet thing. Cum for me baby c'mon"

That's all you heard before feeling your mind go blank. You arch your body, if it was even possible and let seonghwa take all you had in you. His movements slowed down as you came down from your high. Finally opening your eyes to seonghwa admiring your cum on his fingers while yeosang, massaged your arms and body. Seonghwa's fingers make their way again to your hole, fucking your fucking back to you. He spread his fingers inside you, spreading you open as much as you could take.

"Finally loose enough to take us both?"

_

Needless to say you learned alot of things that night. And one of them was that yeosang, defiantly knew how to put his overgrown muscles to use.

You found that out when he helped you sit up on the table. Grabbing your waist and dragging you all the way to his side of the table before lifting you up in second. You let out a scream when he did so, holding you from under your knees spreading your legs wide open for your boyfriend. "So fucking pretty" He murmered, playing with your puffed pussy lips. You squirmed then you realised, in fact, you could not move at all. Yeosang's iron grip held you tight with your hands caged between your body.

Yeosang chuckles at your try. "Oh baby, there won't be any need for you to move, that's why" and then he managed to give you the innocent smile, as if his dick is not right at your opening.

Seonghwa pulled you into a deep kiss placing his hands firmly on your hips while yeosang pushed his tip Inside you, painfully teasing your walls. You felt like you could cum by just that.

Suddenly, seonghwa's hands push you all the way down on yeosang's length, muffing your screams with his mouth. His hands slid down to your dripping hole, pushing a finger next your yeosang. Both you and yeosang moan at the feeling. He let out another finger in, spreading them like he did just before.

"Just loose enough" He whispered in your ear. He held your pussy open, adjusting his tip Inside your hole, slowely pushing inside you.

Hot teats steamed down your cheeks, it was painfully pleasureable. It hurted so much it felt good. You let your head drop on yeosang's shoulder while you adjust to them both basically ripping your pussy.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore" yeosang growled behind you, gripping tighter on your thighs, starting to thrust brutally inside you, hitting your spot after a few thrusts, breathing heavily behind you. Seonghwa did not fall behind. He matched yeosangs rhythm and they both start to fuck you senseless in matter of a second.

You let out high pitched cries at the thrust up your guts. "Cummin', cummin' ah- I can't take more"

"fuck I'm close too" "me too sweet thing"

You shook harshly for the second time that night, letting yourself go as your felt warm liquid feeling your insides.

The both pulled out and their cum start to drip out of you.

"Uh- uh" yeosang moved you on the table again, laying you flat on your back with your legs held up.

"Not a single drop going to waste, right sweetheart?"

Seonghwa put on your ruined panties on, teasingly pushing on your hole. You glare at him.

"Oka, okay sorry babe" He chuckles, helping you dress up while you lean onto yeosang's warm body resting your sore one, and that's how you let out a yawn before closing your eyes.

"Rest well my love" you couldn't figure out who said that before drifting to dreamland.

[velvette-creations]

Hold onto Me

The Legend of Vox Machina: Keyleth x fem!reader

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)

WC: 1.4k 

Prompt: “If love is the answer, you’re home” -Touch by Daft Punk for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)

Warnings: oral and fingering

Summary: You and Keyleth enjoy a private at Château Shorthalt (a little smut and a whole lotta fluff)

Keyleth’s eyes sparkled, shimmering emeralds that could light up the whole world; you were sure of that. You loved getting lost in them, in the green depths that knew no bounds. You often pondered if that was your favorite feature of hers, but truth be told, you didn’t think you could pick just one. You loved everything about her. That enthralling love swirled around your head as you gazed down at her naked body.

A faded scarlet blush caressed her naked, pale skin—an alluring warmth gripping her flesh. Your fingers skimmed down her sides before grabbing her hips. She squirmed in your grasp, her mouth slightly agape and those lovely emerald eyes blown wide. Whisps of red hair clung to her clammy skin. You were grateful for the respite and privacy, having the privilege of her all for yourself. You lowered your mouth to her belly, placing a warm kiss against her heated flesh.

“Please,” she whispered, squirming from your touch.

“Use your words, Kiki,” you encouraged. Hold onto me, I’m right here with you.

Her cheeks flushed redder, so you lifted your head, crawling up her body to cup her face gently. “It’s just you and me, my love. Everything is just between us,” you reminded her. Scanlon may scream and sing his conquests to any who would listen, as was his right, but you would never share these details with the company. Though you were certain, they had put two and two together by now. For the moment, you were thankful for Keyleth’s warm body against yours and the soft silk sheets courtesy of Château Shorthalt. You made a mental note to thank Scanlon later.

“I want to feel your mouth,” she purred, the vibrations tingling down your spine.

You pressed your mouth against her lips, drawing her into a sensual kiss before moving down her neck, her collarbone, and the swells of her breasts. You circled each nipple, feeling them harden beneath your tongue as your hand dipped between her splayed thighs, stroking her silken folds. Keyleth let out the most delicious sound – a beautiful, half-forgotten song. You mouthed her taut stomach, skimming the fingertips of your other hand down her curved hip before you found the spot you wanted.

“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers slipping into your ear.

“All in good time, my love,” you murmured before swiping your tongue against her. A sharp, tangy taste danced against your tastebuds, and you hungered for more. A low growl rolled through you as your mouth sealed around her.

Your tongue plunged deep inside, and Keyleth rocked against your mouth. Truth be told, you could spend an eternity between her thighs, bringing her pleasure until she couldn’t take it any longer. Vax was a fool for letting her slip between his fingers, but his loss was your gain. Her wetness coated your mouth and nose, serving only to spur you on. You sought her clit as two of your slipped inside her.

You crooked your fingers, hitting a soft spongy center before you thrust them gently as your lips suckled her clit. You could smell the sweat prickling over her bare skin. She writhed on the bed, arching her back as you pleasured her. It didn’t take long to get her to spill into an intense orgasm. You removed your fingers before gently lapping her clean with your tongue, savoring every drop. Keyleth seemed speechless, simply stroking your hair as you rested your head on her belly.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, a smile curving over her lips.

“Mmm, I’m glad you enjoyed it, Kiki,” you grinned.

“How about a bath?”

“A bath sounds amazing,” you sighed, enamored by the idea of soaking in hot water and scrubbing your skin clean from the grime of the Hells of Despath clinging to you.

You had to hand it to Scalan; he ensured every inch of this place was luxurious. You were excited to see a clawed bathtub, perfect for soaking and large enough for two people. You turned on the tap, running your fingers under the water to judge the temperature while Keyleth fiddled with the bottles on the marbled sink. She selected a few, dribbling them into the water filling the tub, and soon, a pleasant scent filled the air—the sharp scent of lemon followed by powdery violet and roses in bloom. Keyleth climbed into the tub first, then helped you in, letting you settle against her chest as her chin rested on your shoulder.

“This is heavenly,” she sighed happily.

“Truly,” you agreed, relaxing in her arms and balmy water, watching the steam rise around you.

A pleasant silence filled the room, the hot water soothing your aches and pains, and you were half asleep, but the pleasant feeling of Keyleth massaging your breasts roused you.

“Kiki,” you moaned.

“Shhh,” she cooed, kissing your shoulder as one hand slipped down your belly. “Just relax. Let me tend to you.”

You did as she instructed, letting your head falling back against her chest as her hand found its way between your legs. She teased you, making your nerves stand on edge before her fingers finally slipped inside. It was soothing, slow, and pleasant, taking her time to bring you to orgasm. Your muscles fluttered around her slender feelings, enjoying the slow burn and the time she took. You could feel the love she held for you in every gentle thrust of her fingers.

“I…gonna…” you whined, unable to get the words out as you clenched tightly around her fingers before giving your body over to the sweet release.

“There we go, sweet girl,” Keyleth hummed, kissing your temple as she continued to work you through the orgasm.

You felt floaty like you could melt right into the water and let the steam carry you away. Keyleth’s embrace tightened around you to help keep you grounded. The two of you stayed in the bath until the water turned ice cold before slipping under the warm sheets, curling around each other before succumbing to sleep. Your arms remained circled around her waist the entire night.

~~

You woke to the smell of chicken and waffles wafting under your nose, making your stomach lurch with hunger. Though you knew Keyleth wouldn’t be too fond of the chicken, so you slipped out of bed, tugged on your clothes, and went to find the garden Scanlon had sung about earlier that night. You were delighted to find a bush bursting with ripe raspberries and gathered up a bunch, tossing them into a wooden basket that rested by a tree. You made your way to the kitchen, winking spectral servants ushering heaps of chicken and waffles from the kitchen before you made a raspberry tart for Keyleth to enjoy for breakfast. It had been one of your favorite treats as a child, and you wanted to share that small part of your past with her.

It came out perfect, with a crispy crust and raspberries glistening with sugar and honey on top of the mouthwatering custard. The servants were a big help in following your requests, and you wondered if they enjoyed making something other than chicken. You scooped up the plate and made your way into the dining room.

“I was wondering where you were; you left me alone,” Keyleth pouted.

“Apologies, I was making you breakfast, my lady,” you grinned, placing the plate in front of her before bending to kiss her.

“You’re forgiven. It smells delicious,” she beamed, lifting her fork before digging into the tart.

You picked up a piece of perfectly fried chicken, sinking your teeth into the crunchy skin as the meat melted off the bone and against your tongue.

“Oh, I could kiss you right now, Scanlon,” you groaned happily, indulging in more chicken.

“Pretty sure Keyleth might transform into a tiger and eat me,” he laughed.

“Ahh, Minxie,” Grog grinned, munching on fistfuls of chicken as Scanlon made kissy faces in your direction.

Keyleth reached for your hand under the table, running her thumb against your hand. Her smile was dazzling, a little bit of custard clinging to the corners of her mouth. Your tongue tingled as you longed to lick it away. You would follow this woman to the ends of the world, right into the screaming depths of Hell. Love; it made you do crazy things.

Many questions swirled through your mind as you held onto Keyleth’s hand. The Chroma Conclave proved to be dangerous foes. You had no idea what the future might hold and where any of you might end up, but at least you would be by Keyleth’s side. Your stomach felt sick at the unknown until you gazed into Keyleth’s kind eyes, and a realization dawned on you. If love is the answer, you’re home. The one sure thing you could cling to was that your home would be wherever Keyleth was.