#SERIOUSLY THEY ALL HAVE DISTINCT SMELLS

[honey-and-bears]

Closet Shenanigans

Summary: After failing to successfully get past wards on a very valuable chest, Astarion and Tav set off just a few alarms and decide to try and out run the guards chasing them, that is until Astarion quickly pulls Tav in the only hiding spot he could find.

A cramped and cold castle closet.

Tags: pure fluff, neck kisses, rough kisses, teeny bit of fang play but that's about it, sfw!! And wc is 1.7k

A/N this man has me in a chokehold so badly right now 😩 but i just wanted to write smth that has been in my brain for a good minute, so enjoy 💕

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“ASTARION,” Tav yelled over her shoulder, her lungs burned as they took a sharp turn around a corner. Her boots slid against the velvet carpet they trampled during their escape. 

Tav let out a small yelp as she couldn’t gain traction on the soft carpet and quickly threw out her arms to catch herself. Tav lets out a hiss from her arms scraped against the carpet, but she knew she had to ignore the aching pain from her wrists and keep running. 

The echoes of impending trouble, which sounded a lot like heavy armor clanking together, bounced off the stone walls and drowned out the duo’s gasps for breaths. “YOU–” gasp “–SAID THAT–” wheeze “THIS WAS GONNA BE A STEALTH MISSION.”

“I KNOW,” Astarion yelled after her. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.”

Her legs felt like they were on fire as beads of sweat slowly rolled down Tav’s forehead. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD AT PICKING LOCKS,” she wheezed, wiping her brow as they made their way down a large set of stairs. 

As they tried not to slip down the stairs, the clanking of heavy armor became thunderous, easily dwarfing the sound of her pounding heart, Tav heard the shouts of the guards telling them to stop running.

“I AM TAV,” Astarion said, running alongside her now, his normally calm and rich voice now breathless and stressed. “But how was I supposed to know that the chest would have more than three spells protecting it?” He growled through gritted teeth, making Tav spare a glance toward the vampire. 

His usual well-swept-back hair was now plastered against his forehead, causing him to brush away the few strands that fell in his eyes. Astarion’s face was a beet red that Tav would normally find delicious but she could see that it was all from exhaustion and boiling anger.

She felt bad for yelling at him like this, Tav knew it wasn’t his fault, but from the stress and fear from running for her life, she couldn’t help but lash out. Her eyes slid away from Astarion and back to the hallway, Tav could sense that they were getting close to where the others were waiting for them outside.

Relief began to flood Tav’s system as she could see the last stairwell that led toward one of several castle exits. As she threw out her hand to keep herself balanced when rushing down the stairs, a tight grip wrapped around her wrist yanked her off her path with a yelp.

A hand then covered Tav’s mouth as she let out a sharp yelp. Instinctively, Tav tried to squirm from the tight grasp, trying to claw at the hand that had slid across her waist to bring her taught against a torso. 

“Quiet now darling,” Astarion murmured in her ear as he pulled her backward, causing her to stumble over her feet before he moved the hand that was clamped over her mouth downwards. Tav heard a distinctive click as Astarion loosened his tight grip. “You wouldn’t want us to be caught now?”

Tav ignored the way his low rich voice sent shivers down her spine as she began to look around her new surroundings. Tav’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, the musty smell around her confused her deeply as she tried to shift around.

“Astarion,” she whispered, holding up an arm, extending it slowly only to be quickly met by a rough stone wall. “Are we seriously hiding in a closet?”

“Did you want to be caught?”

“Well, no,” Tav starts, dropping her arm to her side as she shifts from foot to foot, finding that her back brushed against his chest with every movement. “But I would have appreciated a bit more room.”

“Sorry darling” the vampire hummed quietly, shuffling in place while trying his hardest not to press against Tav. “But this was unfortunately the best I could find.”

Blush began to rise to Tav’s cheeks as she could feel every rise and fall of his chest against her back, still heaving from their long run. His hands hovered around her hips and left feather-light touches with each small movement either of them made. 

Her pounding heart felt like it was echoing in the small closet as she felt Astarion’s hot breath against the back of her neck. A shiver ran through Tav as they heard the sound of heavy boots and clanking armor come around the corner where the closet was.

Silently Tav prayed to keep the tiny closest unnoticeable as the guards stopped seemingly right in front of the large oak door. Panic began to sink its claws deep into Tav’s ribs, her breath quickened as she heard the near-silent mutters of the guards.

Leaning toward the door, Tav pressed her ear against the cold wooden door. To her, the guard’s conversation sounded just like faint whispers, but Tav hoped with every fiber of her being that they would leave soon.

She would hate to be stuck in the closet with Astarion almost pressed against her any longer. 

And speaking of whom, a shiver runs through Tav as Astarion’s feather-light touches run across her waist. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around each side of her hips and gently leaned over her. 

Quietly to not alert the guards only a mere few feet from the door, Tav shuffles her weight from foot to foot in hopes that Astarion gets the message. Instead of getting the quit while you’re ahead, all Astarion does is softly hum in amusement as he presses his front against her to place a gentle kiss on Tav’s neck.

Tav’s head began to swim, her focus on the guards slipping as Astarion pressed more feather-light kisses against her neck. A small squeak left Tav as Astarion pressed a much harsher kiss below her ear. Slapping a hand to her mouth, Tav froze as she felt her face flush with color.

Swallowing harshly, she tried to hear if the guards had noticed her slip-up, but all she could get was “They couldn’t have gotten so far, we shall have every guard looking for them.”

Astarion left a kiss right behind her ear, earning him a jab to the side and a hiss of his name. “They’re going t-to find us,” Tav said lowly, hoping only his ears picked it up. “Assstarion,” she quietly moaned as he chuckled lowly and nibbled on her ear.

Warmth began to pool in Tav’s gut as one of Astarion’s hands moved to tuck a few fallen strands behind her ear. Effortlessly, he then moved to pull down the collar of her tunic to press his face into her neck and sighed. Wriggling in his tight grasp, Tav moved her hand to the side of his head, her fingers sunk into the silky soft curls.

She meant to pull his head away, but Tav had just curled her hand into a fist as Astarion dragged the very tips of his long fangs across her shoulder. Slowly he inched up her neck making Tav’s head swim as she fought to stay quiet.

The guards had stopped muttering sometime ago, but Tav could still barely sense their presence from outside the door. Her body felt like it was on fire as Astarion scraped his fangs back down her neck, no doubt leaving angry red marks that she’ll have to remember to cover up later. With a hum, his soft lips return to her fiery skin and Tav silently wishes he would never stop, or at least pick this up when they weren’t in the middle of an escape.

Gritting her teeth, a long hiss left Tav’s throat as Astarion dug his fang into her soft skin. It wasn’t deep enough to draw blood but Tav knew she’d have to cover it up when they got back to camp. She tugged harshly at Astarion’s curls before standing upright again.

“Be careful love,” he whispered in her ear, the hand wrapped around her waist playing with the edges of her tunic. “I would hate for us to be caught.” 

“Y-You ass,” Tav replied, swallowing down a moan as he pressed a small kiss to the deep bruise on her neck. “This is not the time.”

“I beg to differ,” Astarion hummed as he pulled Tav even closer to him, enjoying the heat that radiated off of her. Tav opened her mouth to say a quiet retort but she quickly shut her mouth with an audible click as she realized that the guards had begun to walk off. The crunching of their heavy boots became louder and louder, Tav’s hand slipped from Astarion’s soft hair and slid over the vampire’s cold hand on her wait as the guards shuffled past them.

With the guards now gone, all the anxiety left her body in waves as she let out a long groan in relief as Astarion squeezed her hand in reassurance. Wrapping a hand around the cool doorknob, Tav slowly let the closet door swing open as Astarion’s hand slipped from hers and dropped them to his side.

“The coast seems to be clear,” Tav whispered as she slinked out of the closet, her ears intently listening for any signs of danger while her hand hovered over one of her daggers. “Though they will no doubt have all the exits heavily guarded.”

“Then we must be extra cautious,” Astarion replied smoothly, slipping out of the small closet and closing the door silently behind them.

“You’re one to talk about being cautious,” Tav frowned, folding her arms across her chest as she glared at the now smirking vampire. “You nearly gave us away!”

“Hmmm maybe,” Astarion hummed, his eyes glinting in the torch-lit hallway. “But it sounded like you enjoyed it.”

Tav moved her hands to her hips as blush crept up to her face, knowing that she didn’t look half as intimidating as she had hoped. Taking a few steps to close the small gap, Tav looked up into Astarion’s blood-red eyes before smacking him on his shoulder. 

“Now darling,” Astarion chuckled, grabbing the hand that had just smacked him and pulled Tav to his chest. “How about we start heading back to the others?”

“Best idea you’ve had all day, love,” Tav agreed before planting a small kiss on his lips.

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[autumnshighlady]

Run For Your Life

Dark!Azriel x reader

summary: you have a stalker who has been following you for a while, and suddenly things escalate

warnings: DARK DARK DARK FIC! seriously, Az is a psycho stalker, dubious consent, oral sex (m and f receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, violent language, oh did i mention Az is insane in this fic

word count: 7.2k

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this fic is the reason I'm never getting into heaven. y'all better enjoy it. let me know your thoughts! also it's heavily inspired by the book Haunting Adeline, which isn't a good thing haha. also none of this is proofread sorry lmao

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seriously, this is a dark fic. consent is dubious at best, reader is definitely coerced. read at your own risk.

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Darkness began to creep in, the shadow of the mountains swallowing the edges of Velaris. For most people in the city, the evening brought a new sense of life to the community. They’d go out dancing at the various pubs, or browsing the night market in the town square. Shop owners would be headed home to their families, content after a long day’s work. Everyone in Velaris looked forward to the hours after dusk.

Everyone except you.

While the crowds rushed towards the city centre, you went the opposite way towards your house on the edge of town. You hurried down the winding path, the noise from the city growing faint. A cold breeze stung your cheeks, making you walk faster. You clutched your bag tightly to your chest, a faint yet distinct sound of footsteps echoing in your ears.

He knew how to be quiet, yet he was making noise anyway.

Your heart raced as the footsteps grew closer. You didn’t break into a sprint like your instincts screamed at you to. He had never hurt you, never even come close. It was a game he seemingly liked to play with you – make his presence known and set your teeth on edge, creeping closer only to disappear at the last minute. Every time you turned around at the sound of his footsteps, there wasn’t a trace of a person anywhere near you. At first, you thought you were going crazy. But after a few weeks, you realised it was him.

Teeth chattering in the wind, you pushed through the gate to your house. The footsteps behind you had vanished, but you knew he was somewhere nearby. Watching. You could always tell when he was there – the world around you seemed colder, more silent, like the quiet before the breaking of a storm that never came. You would get a chill up your spine, as if invisible shadows were gently licking at your skin. That’s how you knew he was there.

You closed the door behind you as you entered your house, fiddling with the seven locks you had bought and added to the door. You grabbed your bag and pulled out yet another lock, one that had cost you a pretty penny. The shop keeper had assured you that it had an ironclad spell on it, making it impossible to be picked or broken. But that didn’t matter, he would somehow find a way through it just like he had with the other seven.

After installing the heavy lock, you scanned your house’s main room. Nothing appeared out of order, everything was where you left it. There was no eerie chill in your house, indicating that your shadow had not been inside today. Content as one could be in this situation, you made quick work of getting ready for bed. Your stomach screamed at you to get something to eat, but you ignored it. Your pantry door creaked open, but you grabbed the handle and slammed it shut. You could tell that he disliked when you went to bed without dinner, but after the long day you had, you couldn’t be bothered to care.

Weary, you climbed under the covers, knowing that somehow he was still watching. Despite all your curtains being closed and windows being bolted shut, he would still find a way to watch. He never touched anything – you or anything in your house, which reassured you enough to drift into sleep.

Until the next day.

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You woke up to the smell of an omelette filling your nostrils. Blinking away the last blissful sensations of sleep, you sat up in bed and sighed before pulling on your fuzzy robe and waddling out to the kitchen. The fogginess around your head instantly cleared as you approached the counter, noticing a fresh veggie and cheese omelette sitting on a plate by your usual stool. A tall glass of orange juice was carefully placed next to it, and a bouquet of midnight-blue roses were perched in your previously empty vase.

Your stomach did a backflip. This was new. Your shadow had never done anything like this before – he had been content just to observe you, to play with your fear like a cat toying at a mouse. Evidently, he didn’t like being ignored. The rational part of your brain wondered if the meal was poisoned somehow, a trap designed to render you unconscious or dead. But some sick part of you knew that it was safe, and urged you to eat it.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he was a stalker. You were pretty sure you knew who he was, too. There was only one male in the Night Court with the ability to be so discreet. As an advanced linguist, the High Lord had come to you several weeks ago for help on decoding an ancient language from a manuscript. Alongside him was his spymaster, whose intense hazel eyes sent a chill down your spine much like the one that haunted you now.

If it was indeed the spymaster who was your shadow, then you had no hope. He was the best there was when it came to spying – there was no chance of anyone being able to help you. Not that you’d told anyone about it. If you had, they would never believe you.

So you accepted your fate, doing your best to live your everyday life with a haunting presence always a few steps away. Begrudgingly, you took a seat on your stool and took a bite of the omelette. It was still warm, and you scoffed. Surprisingly, it was delicious, better than anything you could cook for yourself. A cool but soft sensation gently stroked at your cheek, as if to praise you for eating. You ignored it, glancing at the door you had bolted shut last night.

It was still closed, but every single lock was undone.

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A few days later, your shadow had made a new routine. You had gone to bed again without eating, and the exact same thing happened every morning – you’d wake up to a freshly cooked breakfast. Soon enough, you found yourself going to bed without eating on purpose, knowing he’d make sure you ate in the morning.

It was insane, you knew. Letting him do this to you – watch you while you sleep, eat the food he prepared for you. Evidently, your self preservation instincts were lacking, but you were lying if you said it didn’t send a little thrill through your body knowing he was watching your every move. You felt sacred, yet protected at the same time. It excited that sick part of your brain that relished in the danger of it.

After another long day in your office studying manuscripts, you headed home. For the first time in weeks, there were no echoing footsteps accompanying you. It felt almost lonely, which made you want to slap yourself for your stupidity – who misses being followed? So you walked in silence, an uneasy feeling churning your stomach. Your shadow had stuck to a single routine for weeks, and now things were changing. Now, you were less sure that you were safe in his presence. Yet you didn’t fight it. One way or another, he would get whatever it was he wanted. He would decide when to leave you alone, not you.

Immediately upon entering your home, you knew he had been there. A fresh bouquet of blue roses adorned your table, and there was that eerie chill in the air despite the heat from the fireplace. Heart racing, you set your bag down on the table next to the roses, scanning the room. Everything seemed in order, but something tugged you towards your bedroom. You found yourself blindly following it, anxiety making your bones jitter.

You stepped into your bedroom and gasped. Your bed was perfectly made, despite you leaving it a complete mess this morning. But that wasn’t what grasped your attention. At the foot of the bed there was a rectangular box. It was black, a dark blue ribbon wrapped around it and tied in a perfect bow at the top. There was no card, but you knew who it was from.

Any rational female would have simply grabbed it and thrown it as far away as possible, but the rational side of your brain was losing lately. Your curtain was slightly open, and you knew he was watching through the gap. With shaking hands, you undid the bow, letting the midnight blue ribbon fall from the box. Carefully, you opened the lid, holding your breath as you did so. You expected maybe a decapitated head, or a bloody knife, something to prove just how insane your stalker was. But no, what was inside the box was somehow even more startling.

Within the box was a dark blue nightgown. The cups were lacy and sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. A small bow adorned the centre of the plunging v-line, and sheer panels of cobalt blue fabric were draped from the lace cups. Folded right next to it was a thong in the same colour, so thin it barely counted as panties. 

“What the fuck?” You wondered aloud, holding up the nightgown. It couldn’t even be classified as a nightgown, the way it covered nothing. You could have sworn a deep chuckle was carried in through the breeze from your window, so faint it was practically inaudible. But you knew he was watching, gauging your reaction.

For the first time, you spoke aloud to him. “No, I am NOT wearing this you sick fuck.” You shouted, tossing the lingerie onto the floor. “I’ll eat your stupid food because it tastes better than anything I can make, but I refuse to put this on. Creep!”

Fuming, you settled into a steaming hot bath. It was the one room your stalker’s presence never entered, the one place you got peace from him. At least he has a shred of decency not to spy on me in the bathroom, you thought bitterly to yourself. He was getting bolder, and his recent gift made you squirm. On the one hand, it was terrifying – a strange male wanting you to wear lingerie for him, breaking into your home day after day and watching you without you even catching a glimpse of him once. But on the other hand, it was exciting. Your life seemed so dull and mundane, having him in it brought excitement to your day.

Yup, you were definitely sick in the head.

You finished your bath and ignored the lingerie, opting for your usual t-shirt and shorts attire. You climbed under the covers, ignoring the eerie presence outside your window. “Go fuck yourself.” You muttered to him as you drifted off into sleep.

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The second you woke up, you knew he had done something. Typically, the first thing you did upon sitting up in bed was brushing the hair out of your face, having gone to bed with it loose. Instead, you felt no tendrils of hair sticking to your cheeks. Heart racing, you slowly reached behind your head and felt your hair. To your horror, it was pulled back into a neat braid tied together with a fragment of the blue ribbon from the box. It was slightly damp, as if someone had put an oil in it. Your breaths shortened as you pulled the braid over your shoulder, hands shaking. You noticed the chair in the corner of your room. The lingerie that had been on the floor all night was nearly placed on it, ready to wear.

The message couldn’t be more clear. He was escalating things – not once before had he ever touched you, until last night after you refused to put on the nightgown. Wear it, he seemed to say.

Your throat was dry as you peeled back the covers and walked over to the chair. Today was your day off, and you hadn’t planned on going anywhere. Several chores needed doing around the house – reorganising, cleaning, the works. You’d be damned if you had to do it basically naked. So you scoffed, strolling over to your wardrobe and opening the doors. Every nerve in your body froze as you faced an empty closet.

He had taken all of your clothes to ensure you would put on the lingerie.

Pervert.

You angrily slammed the door. “Fuck you!” You yelled, not knowing which direction to aim your fury at. “If I put on your gift, will you give me my clothes back?”

Something invisible caressed your shoulder. Yes, it seemed to purr.

You rolled your eyes, but took a deep breath and turned back towards the chair. You figured it was better to make him happy, and with a sigh you peeled off your shirt and pants. No doubt he was watching, taking in your naked form – but with the revealing lingerie, he’d be seeing it all regardless. 

Swallowing what little remained of your dignity, you slipped the thong and nightgown on. You tried not to think about how it fit you perfectly, clinging to the shape of your breasts like it was custom made for your frame.

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By dusk, you had finally completed all your tasks. It was demeaning, washing dishes with your ass hanging out. No doubt your shadow enjoyed the view. But after a while you had begun to not care, trying to ignore the heat that pooled in your core at the thought of him watching you, exposed like this.

You groaned when you entered your bedroom, finding another gift at the foot of your bed. It was in a smaller, square box this time, but was wrapped the exact same way. “Mother above, what do you want now?” You muttered, sitting down on your bed and ripping the ribbon off your gift. You let out a gasp as you peeled off the lid and peered inside.

At the bottom of the box was a blue vibrator. It was shaped like an L with a white circle at the top and three buttons going down the side. Gingerly, you pressed the bottom button and the small ring at the top began to vibrate gently. So you clicked the top button and pressed the ring into the palm of your hand. The vibrating increased, and sucked at the skin on your hand.

“Fucking hell.” It was a suction vibrator. You knew without a shadow of a doubt what he wanted you to do with it. But you were stubborn, and chucked the device across the room. It hit your wall, and landed on the floor with a thump.

“Absolutely not.” You hissed. “I am drawing the line here.”

Deciding you had lost enough dignity for today, you crawled into bed grumpily and closed your eyes.

Hours passed, but sleep did not come. It felt hot in the room, so you kicked off the sheets, letting your warm skin breathe. You tried everything – counting down from 100, telling yourself a story, but nothing brought the peaceful bliss of sleep. He was watching you, without a doubt, laughing at your pathetic attempts to force your brain to shut down.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about how it might feel to get yourself off while he watched. Once, you had drunkenly confessed to your ex boyfriend that you wanted to explore the idea of being watched while he fucked you, or while you pleasured yourself. You had been shot down instantly, making your cheeks go red with embarrassment. But that hadn’t changed your feelings about it.

You flinched as an invisible shadow gently caressed your cheek. It felt like silk against your skin, cold but comforting. A few seconds later, it skimmed just above the curve of your breast, teasing the edge of the lingerie. 

“What are you–” Your question was cut off by a moan as the shadow flicked over your nipple through the thin fabric. You couldn’t help but arch up into it, your body already tempting to beg for more.

Your breaths became pants as the shadow graced your other nipple, teasing the buds through the fabric. It trailed down your sides before taking up residence on your inner thighs. Without thinking, you spread your legs for the invisible force that was touching your body and making your core heat up. That deep laugh you thought you had heard days ago sounded again, causing your cheeks to turn red. The shadows caressed your inner thigh, crawling up towards your pussy before jumping over to the other leg and starting again.

It was embarrassing how wet you were. Your core was throbbing, begging to be touched. But the shadows denied you, content to ghost over your pussy and continue their dance along your inner thighs. You reached down to grab the bedsheets, but your hand knocked against something hard. It was the vibrator.

He was persistent tonight.

You tried to hold out, to leave the vibrator on the bed and ignore the soft sensations driving your body wild. It went on for so long, to the point where tears began forming in your eyes. If the shadows weren’t going to satisfy you, you’d have to do it yourself.

“This is sick.” You muttered to yourself, grabbing the vibrator. Taking a breath, you switched it on and cranked up the setting. Settling into the sheets and spreading your legs wider, you placed the suctioning ring to your clit. Almost instantly, your body jolted at the intense sensation and you gasped.

A deep, velvety voice sounded in your ear, so low it was almost inaudible above the sound of the vibrator. Good girl.

You gasped louder, chills going down your spine. Your stalker was watching you get off wearing the lingerie he bought for you, and it sent a thrill through your body. You moaned, letting your back arch off the bed as you grinded into the toy. Your core was pulsing, and you nearly screamed when you felt that teasing shadow slip into your hole. It curled inside of you, instantly finding your g-spot. You whimpered at the sensation, as your legs began to twitch, approaching your orgasm at lightning speed. You shamelessly moaned as your orgasm ripped through your body, writhing your hips against the high speed of the vibrator.

You tried to pull it away, but that invisible force stopped you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't drag your hand away. “No, no, no…” You whimpered pathetically, core screaming from oversensitivity as both the vibrator and the shadow relentlessly attacked it.

Yes, sweetheart. Take it. Give me another one. You heard the voice echo next to your ear.

“I can’t.” You cried, fighting with all your might to move. Yet your hand and hips remained frozen.

Yes, you can. 

You began sobbing, your body having no time to recover from your first orgasm as the second one rapidly approached. The shadow in your pussy pumped in and out even faster, hurling you over the edge just minutes later. 

Your pillow was soaked with your tears, and everything began to go fuzzy. You lost track of the amount of orgasms he forced you through before you passed out.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you woke up. Your body was back under the covers, a fresh soft pillow behind your head. You groaned, the memories of last night flooding back like a burst dam. You had never orgasmed so hard in your life, nor so many times in one round. You remembered that voice in your ear, praising you and talking you through it.

You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. Instantly, you knew he was there. But it was different this time, closer. You slowly turned your head, and were met with a pair of hazel eyes and towering wings at the foot of your bed.

You inhaled sharply, finally meeting eyes with your stalker – Azriel, the spymaster of the Night Court. “Good morning, sweetheart.” His voice was as cold and smooth as the shadows that teased you last night. 

Finally, after weeks, your survival instinct kicked in. You scrambled off the bed, making a run for the door as fast as you could. Your heart pounded in your throat as you reached for the handle. Before you could grab onto it, a scarred, cold hand clamped down on your wrist. It was like iron, no matter how much you fought, he did not ease up. You closed your eyes, too scared to look at him.

“Let me go!” You screamed, using your free hand to slap his chest as hard as you could. Azriel did not flinch, as if you were nothing more than a fly. He grabbed your other hand, pinning it to your side. He stepped forward, forcing you to walk back until you were pressed against the wall. You felt him lift your arms until they were above your head, hands digging into the cold wood. He held them effortlessly with one hand, his newly free one coming down to stroke your cheek.

“You have such pretty eyes,” He murmured. “Let me see them.”

You sobbed, tears wetting your cheeks. You were terrified – you had heard stories of what the shadowsinger was capable of, the torture he inflicted on his enemies. Was this one of his sick torture methods? And why you? Still, you kept them squeezed shut.

The male growled, his hand gripping your jaw firmly and forcing your chin up. “I said open your eyes. Don’t make me ask again.”

You obliged this time, prying your eyes open to look at him for the first time. He was much taller than you, his muscled frame towering over your own. His short dark hair was tousled, strands of it teasing his forehead and making those hazel eyes look even more menacing. His face was sharp and undeniably beautiful, and Mother above his wings flared menacingly behind him. They were enormous. Your eyes met his – hazel eyes that had watched you, unseen from the shadows for weeks on end.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You said shakily.

His brows furrowed, confusion that looked genuine crossing his features. “Hurt you? Why would I want to do that?”

“Because that’s what you do for a living.” Your voice was meek, and you tried to ignore how smooth his voice was.

“But not you.” He said, thumb stroking your jaw. “Never you. Unless you asked. Gods, I would do almost anything you asked.”

You gulped, jaw beginning to ache from the pressure of his grip. “Including leave me alone?”

Azriel chuckled darkly, leaning in closer. “That’s why I said ‘almost’, princess.” His hand released your jaw, snaking its way down your body and settling on your waist. He gave it a squeeze, letting out a chuckle as you gasped. Your traitorous body giving away the faint scent of arousal that grew at his actions. “Besides, we both know you don’t want that.”

“Leave me alone.” You begged. “I don’t want this.”

“Oh, but your body says otherwise.” Azriel moved his hand down past your hip, cupping your backside and squeezing sharply. More arousal pooled at your core, and you whimpered. “See?” His velvety voice was laced with satisfaction. “You crave my touch. After hearing your sweet moans last night I don’t think I can live another day without hearing them again. I hadn’t even touched you and you came so hard all on your own. You’re going to utterly fall apart when I get my cock inside you, sweetheart. I’m going to ruin you.”

 He pressed his hips into you, letting you feel his massive bulge against your lower stomach. You gasped, the sheer size of it almost unsettling. You felt wetness pool between your legs, and you pressed your knees together. Azriel noticed, and chuckled again. “Do you have any idea how hard I tried to hold off touching myself last night as I watched you?” He purred, lips grazing your ear. “I couldn’t do it. After your second orgasm, I finally pulled out my cock and imagined it was your hand wrapped around it. It took everything in me not to take you right then and there.”

You growled, baring your teeth. “Let. Me. Go.” You hissed, ignoring your body’s desire to give into whatever he wanted.

Azriel sighed, letting go of your wrists and removing his hand from your backside. Your arms dropped down, shoulders aching from being pinned up. You let out a breath, unsure what was going on. “Disappointing,” He said lowly. “I was going to let you have me any way you wanted. I was going to be gentle, take my time, give you whatever you asked. I’d have tied myself up if that’s what you wanted. But have it your way.”

The spymaster took a step back, his eyes going dark. “I’m going to let you run. Run now, and don’t let me catch you.”

Your entire body went cold. What had you gotten yourself into? “And what happens if you catch me?” You asked nervously.

The smile that spread across his lips terrified you. “I fuck you. I claim you whatever way I want, and you take it like a good girl. You can fight it all you want, but you’ll learn your place by the end of the night. Now run.”

You didn’t hesitate before bolting out of the bedroom, throwing your door open and running towards the woods. You didn’t care that you had no shoes, or that you were still in the revealing lingerie. You ignored the freezing bite of the forest air as you ran into it.

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You weren’t sure how long you had been running. Azriel had reverted back to his favourite game from when he first began following you – every time you heard footsteps, you ran. They caught up to you, and when you turned around to face him, nobody was there. It was torture, and you were ready to give up. You leaned against one of the trees, gasping for air.

“Giving up yet?” Your shadow’s voice sounded in your ear. You spun around, but he wasn’t there. “You’re making this too fun, sweetheart.” He called from a distance, suddenly further away.

Taking another heaving breath, you forced yourself to run. You zig zagged through the trees, trying to lose him. You knew it was hopeless, that he was just toying with you. But you’d be damned if you didn’t go down trying.

You turned around to see if he was following, and the wind suddenly got knocked out of your lungs as you crashed into a tall figure. You thought you were going to fall on your ass, but strong arms grabbed you and held you upright. You couldn’t help but scream at the surprise. Panting, you looked up and were met with Azriel’s sly grin. “Caught you.” He purred. “Looks like I win.”

You gave up. From the moment he had laid out the lingerie for you, you knew it would come to this. To him having his way with you. It all led to this, and while the thought terrified you, it also ignited something animalistic in you. There had been a certain thrill to running through the forest like a deer being hunted by a lion. Again, that sick and twisted part of your brain won over the sensible part. Deep down, you knew that you wanted this. You had only fought for the sake of your own pride. You craved the thrill.

As if sensing your submission, Azriel leaned down and buried his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent. “You smell so fucking perfect.” He groaned, lips brushing your skin. “I can’t wait to taste you. That's all I’ve been thinking about.”

Suddenly, the world spun around you, and you found yourself back in your bedroom moments later. The warmth was welcome against your ice cold skin, and you were secretly relieved he wasn’t about to fuck you like an animal in the dirty forest. You didn’t have time to question his actions before he bent down and captured your lips in his.

You moaned as his mouth claimed yours with a dominance that made your core wet. There was no romance behind it, just pure claiming desire. You melted into him as one of his scarred hands reached around your lower back and pulled you against his solid chest. His other hand reached up and grasped your hair, tilting your head back to get a better angle. 

You gasped at the tug on your scalp, and Azriel snaked his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. You’d never been kissed like this before, and it was making your head spin. Hesitantly, you reached up and clasped your hands around his neck, tangling your fingers in the hair at the top of his neck. He growled into your mouth in response, kicking your legs apart with his feet and settling his thigh in between them. 

Azriel’s lips made their way down the column of your neck, biting and sucking harshly as he went. You moaned as his thigh moved against your throbbing core, sending a warm sensation up your body. The delicate panties you were wearing did nothing to hide how wet you were, the juices from your cunt seeping onto his dark pants. He moved his mouth down to the tops of your breasts, biting down hard with his sharp canines and making you cry out. You’d for sure be covered in a million bruises tomorrow.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are on my thigh.” The shadowsinger groaned into your skin. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re this soaked already? It’s pathetic, coming from someone who said they didn’t want this.”

You could only whimper, defenceless as scarred hands grabbed the sides of your nightgown and ripped it apart with one pull. It fell to pieces on the floor beside you. You felt yourself being lifted into the air, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. It was hard not to gasp as your sopping cunt was pressed into his rock hard bulge in his trousers. Azriel carried you over to the bed and roughly tossed you into the mattress, causing you to bounce over the sheets ungracefully. Quick as a viper, he snaked his way over top of your body, making you feel incredibly small.

He smirked as his lips met your nipple, sucking harshly and making you cry out. He did not treat your breast gently, covering the mound of flesh with bitemarks and bruises from his lips before moving to the other one. You went to push him by the shoulders, the intensity from his mouth bordering on too much, but his hands quickly found yours and pinned them to the mattress. You were utterly helpless beneath him, and it sent more wetness to your core.

Azriel lifted his head from your breasts, smirking at your flushed face before trailing his lips down your stomach. He let go of your hands, but tendrils of darkness snaked their way around your wrists, taking his place. They pinned your hands above your head, unable to move. You could have sworn they chuckled at you – the mischievous shadows at their masters command had been torturing you for weeks, finally getting to reveal themselves in their true form.

Azriel gripped the string of your panties in his teeth, hazel eyes making contact with your own. He pulled them down your legs with his mouth, the animalistic action making you even wetter. Instinctively, you closed your legs once he removed them. Once he tossed the panties aside, rough hands pried your legs open. “Now, now,” He tutted, his deep voice lulling you into obedience. “Am I going to have to restrain your legs, too?”

You shook your head, relaxing your muscles into his grip. Azriel smirked triumphantly, settling on his knees on the ground at the end of the bed and yanking you closer to him by his ankles. “Good girl.” He praised, wrapping his arms underneath your thighs and putting your hips in an ironclad grip. A fresh wave of arousal pooled from you, dampening the sheets – and his smirk grew wider.

“Do you like it when I tell you what a good girl you are?” He asked, cocking his head. “Or would you prefer if I told you that you’re a pathetic little slut, all spread out for me? An ungrateful brat who ran through the forest to defy me when she could have had things her way if she just asked nicely?”

You whimpered, screwing your eyes shut at the humiliation. It was embarrassing how much your body was responding to his words alone. If he didn’t touch you soon, you were sure you were going to explode. A harsh nip on your thigh brought your attention back to the spymaster.

“I asked you a question.” He growled dangerously. “Are you a good girl? Or are you my little slut, ready to give herself to me to do whatever I want?”

“I…” You tried to find the words, but found your ability to speak had gotten lost in the forest somewhere with your dignity. Before you could try again, your body was flipped over so that you were laying on your stomach, arm still bound in front of you. A loud cracking noise filled the room as Azriel smacked your left ass cheek with thunderous force. You couldn’t hold in the cry that slipped out.

“Every time you disobey me, you get ten spanks.” Azriel said firmly, his voice cold as stone with no mercy to be found. “You are to count them aloud. If you lose track, I start over. Understood?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t good enough. Your right cheek took the blow this time. “I expect a verbal response.” He hissed.

“Yes!” You cried out, skin stinging from the slap.

“Good. Now count.”

Azriel brought his hand down again, alternating sides. You counted out loud, tears dripping onto the pillow. The spymaster was a trained Illyrian warrior with three times your muscle, so it hurt like hell. But you couldn’t deny that it made you even wetter.

“Ten.” You sobbed as Azriel made his final hit before flipping you around so you were on your back again.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” He hummed, leaning into your cunt and inhaling your scent.

“Yes.” You said eagerly, not wanting to endure another round of his fierce hits.

“See? You’re learning. Soon, you’ll be perfect at it, my own little toy who will do whatever I ask without talking back. Unless you enjoy your punishments, I wouldn’t be surprised if a slut like you acted out so she could get put in her place.”

You whimpered, unsuccessfully attempting to move your hips up in his firm grip. “Please.”

Azriel smirked again, lifting his head. “Please, what?”

“Touch me.” You couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of his warm breath fanning right above your cunt was getting to be too much. You didn’t care about anything else right now other than him.

“Since you begged so nicely, sweetheart. I will listen to you just this once.”

Finally, those sinful lips met your core. You cried out as he delved in like a man starved, licking a bold strip up your pussy before attaching his lips to your clit and sucking hard. He was rough and relentless, putting the vibrator he got you to shame. His lips and tongue were everywhere, exploring every inch of your pussy. You couldn’t move your hips against his attack, forced to lay there and take what he gave you. 

The male who stalked you for weeks, who happened to be the spymaster of the Night Court, was on his knees eating you out. He slipped a finger in your hole, the scars and ridges making your body sing. After a few more minutes, he easily slipped in a second.

It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. It hit you like a landslide, and you saw white as the tension between your legs snapped. You almost sobbed as it wracked your body, unable to even buck your hips to ride it out. Azriel groaned into your core as you soaked his face, but he eased up as you came down from your high, unlike what he did with the vibrator. When he finally pulled away, your arms were released, and your entire body was trembling like a leaf. You opened your eyes to see Azriel pulling his shirt above his head, revealing whirling black tattoos and a muscled abdomen that snapped you out of your trance. Immediately, you sat up in the bed, fixing your eyes on his shirtless form. You didn’t have to glance up to know that his face was a look of pure male pride as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers all in one go, stepping out of them and leaving both of you completely naked. 

Your jaw went agape at the size of him. He was long and thick, unlike any male you’d seen before. While you certainly enjoyed sex with males, your mouth had never watered with the urge to put their cock in your mouth.

Until now.

Azriel stroked himself, wings flaring behind him. He looked like a god above you, pure muscle and desire as he stared down at you. “On your knees. Now.” He ordered with an authority that sang to your desires. You didn’t hesitate to scramble onto the floor in front of him, kneeling. He guided his cock to your lips, which you gladly opened to allow him entrance. The moan he let out as you encased as much of his cock in your mouth as you could was otherworldly.

You looked up at him through your lashes. He had tilted his head back, the column of his throat bobbing with groans as you slid your lips up and down. There was no way you’d manage to fit it all in your mouth, so you reached up and grabbed the base with one hand, pumping gently to meet your mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” Azriel moaned, reaching down and gathering your hair in one hand. “Just like that, princess.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you gagged around him, but kept going. You had expected the shadowsinger to be quiet, given his reputation. But no, his groans and sighs echoed throughout your bedroom, spurring you on. As the minutes passed your knees began to ache, but you welcomed the pain.

Suddenly, Azriel pulled himself out of your mouth. You whined, wanting to please him further.

“Such a pathetic slut, whining that she didn’t get to suck my cock for longer.” He growled, hoisting you up by your arm and flinging you back onto the bed. “I thought about coming in your mouth, but no. I’m going to fill up that sweet cunt of yours instead. And you’re going to take it.”

You were laying on your stomach facing the mirror on your wall to the left of your bed. You watched your reflection as Azriel grabbed your hips and lifted them up in the air, forcing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. His hazel eyes were so dark, the colour barely showed. They met yours in the mirror as he learned down and grabbed your hair again, forcing your head up to face the mirror head on. “You’re going to watch as I fuck you.” He said, lining himself up with your entrance. 

He kept one hand in your hair as he guided the tip into you, causing you to cry out. The stretch stung, despite being prepared. He was bigger than any cock you had taken, and your body struggled to accommodate. Azriel didn’t give you much time to adjust before he was pushing himself fully in, groaning. You tried to force your body to relax, knowing you were going to be sore the next day. He slowly slid himself almost all the way out, relieving your muscles before slamming back into you with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of you. You gasped, and instinctively went to turn your head into the pillow, but a harsh tug on your hair from Azriel made you stop.

“Keep watching.” He said firmly. “If you take your eyes off the mirror, I won’t let you cum. Got it?”

“Yes.” You whined. Azriel grunted, and began pounding into you at a relentless pace. The loud sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you were fucked mercilessly.

“This is what you fucking needed, isn’t that right?” Azriel hissed as he thrusted into you. “To be treated like a slut? All those other boys been too nice to you, letting you get away with talking back. They don’t know what you truly need. To be put in your place, properly fucked within an inch of your life. Nobody can make you feel as good as I can.”

His words poured over you like honey, the pain subsisting into drunken bliss. The bed was shaking beneath you, headboard banging against the wall loudly. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. Nobody had ever fucked you like this, in a way you didn’t know you needed. It was so wrong, letting him do these things to you. But it felt too good to deny yourself it.

Azriel bent over, covering your back with his tall frame as he adjusted his angle and thrust even harder. One hand was pressed to the bed to steady himself while the other gripped your jaw firmly. You watched in the mirror, and it was perhaps the most erotic thing you had ever seen – Azriel’s wings flaring as he claimed you, muscular arm holding you in place, utterly helpless against him. He sunk his canines into your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. You cried out as his teeth carved into your flesh, the mixture of pain from his bite and pleasure from his thrusts sending you towards another orgasm. He released your jaw and reached down to rub your clit harshly.

“Nobody’s allowed to touch you but me.” He growled in your ear, watching your face in the mirror. “You’re mine, and mine only, you got that? If I even scent another male has touched you, I’ll cut his hands off and leave them at your doorstep. You belong to me now. Cum for me.”

He accentuated those last three words with thrusts, and it was enough to send you over the edge. Your entire body shook as you came around Azriel’s cock, black fuzziness surrounded the edges of your vision. You watched through your lashes as Azriel bared his teeth, growling like an animal as his hips sputtered and he spilled himself inside you. He let out a moan that could have shaken the entire forest. You screamed weakly as he spurted inside you while you rode out your orgasm, the sensation nearly making you pass out.

You both panted as Azriel pulled himself out of you. He climbed off the bed and you immediately collapsed. The room was spinning, your body completely spent. The spymaster casually put on his clothes and crouched down so his face was level with yours. 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.” He purred before his shadows encompassed him and he vanished, leaving you alone wondering what just happened.

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[onyourhyuck]

LOWLIFE. | L.DH

— Prologue: “Dear diary, today Lee Haechan looked so fucking hot coming out of the boy’s changing rooms shirtless and I can’t believe how quickly I got turned on staring at his bare stomach.” — He pauses turning to you holding up the red book. “Oh y/n and you claim to be innocent, then what is all of this?”

— Summary: Where your childhood enemy found your diary one day where you wrote all your dirty thoughts about Lee fucking Haechan.

— Genre: Childhood enemies. Smut dni. Haechan is mean, cruel and horrible to y/n but she somehow likes it. Haechan treats y/n like she’s his pet. Hard Dom x submissive y/n. Edging and overstimulation. Mention of sex toys being used in public. It’s pretty filthy. Haechan doesn’t give Y/n a break. He sorta blackmails her, but everything is consensual. Minors dni. Manipulative Haechan. Y/n peeks and stalks Haechan secretly, she watches him change in the boys changing rooms.

— Notes:

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There is one secret no one knows about you except piece of paper all jumbled inside a journal. Two years worth of research and your dark secrets. You are known as the quiet girl at your school. You don’t have many friends and you prefer your own company than yourselves shared with others.

You’re a pretty girl, the innocent type that looks lost all the freaking time. You wear thick black glasses, your hair is mostly straight and down with your bangs out. You try to stay out of everyone’s eyes because of your shyness.

But one thing no one knows is that you have the biggest crush on your childhood enemy Lee fucking Donghyuck, infamously known as Haechan at your school.

You weren’t sure why you started developing these sudden feelings for the boy when he’s done nothing but completely ignore you unless he wants to bully the fuck out of you with his annoying group of friends.

You see you and Donghyuck used to be friends. Quite close friends actually up until you both started going to middle school you lost your friendship and Donghyuck turned on you suddenly. He became friends with another group of people. Leaving you all alone. But nonetheless you remain the same.

He started doing all things to you because he knew you were weak and defenceless he also knew you cared for him so it made this twice as more thrilling for the sadistic boy.

You’re leaving your classroom soon to leave the high school. You’re a senior who’s going through the terrible exam trauma season, just like every other senior student in your school has been doing for these past month and a half. You left packing your bag in an empty classroom because everyone was dismissed to go home, no student was left behind except of course you.

You’re taking your time packing your things. The class that you’re coming out of was history and that’s something you’re pretty good at. Honestly you’re probably the only student who’s taking that subject seriously. Your teacher always praised you for contributing when no one else was.

You walk towards the doorway about to leave till a long arm blocks the road to leaving the class, you could recognise the arm from mile away, in fact you could smell this distinctive smell from countries if you could. It was Lee Haechan running in with short sleeve white plain shirt and sweatpants he wore the sports attire looking like he was dripping an entire ocean from his hair and down the face.

You hate how much you were weak in comparison to the boy because knowing him he wasn’t feeling as stargazed as you are watching every bead sweating down his chin, to hear the sound of his ruffle pants, the veiny hands clenching the doorway because he wants to go inside to grab his remaining stuff and bag he’d forgot in your class due to the football practice.

“D-donghyuck…!”

You gulp as he saw your gaze lower down and he pushes through you staring you down like you were a piece of meat to him.

“Move out of my way specs.” He taunts going behind the classroom grabbing the black bag putting it on one side of the shoulders while grabbing the grey celine hoodie in the other arm. He turns towards the door again watching you standing there like a lost dumb sheep.

He always called you these devastating teasing names because of your glasses, even though he wears them, he found it to be fun seeing you grow shy or blush at these names. Somehow you never once told him to stop which made him think you probably enjoy the slightest attention you get from him.

He wasn’t wrong.

You did like it even though many people found it to be the term ‘bullying’. In your eyes it was called something that friends do, no, not even friends would do this. Instead it’s something you and Donghyuck do. Just you together.

“Why are you still standing there like you have something to say to me?” A smirk crawls right on his bronze stultifying face he was glowing with sweat making him look like a giant star right in front of you it was impossible not to stare. Donghyuck’s voice had a way of pulling your head into the gutter where everything was ten times more lewd and unnecessarily making you a huge mess.

You look away from the moment his two dangerous daggers were watching you up and down waiting for an answer you could’ve give. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak up enough.

“Oh. You’re not going to answer me now? Don’t you think when someone’s talking to you it’s polite to look at them when they are.” He tauntingly adds closing the space between you where his hands crawls up to your jawline latching it in the hold of his palms and then twisting your face round so you can stare at his face.

Your eyes met and he felt your breathing hitch and your mouth letting out a tiny yelp in the process of twisting you round to face him finally. Your throat goes dry and you swiftly shake your eyes when he was watching you with a face that could kill you. You’re praying that he can’t hear the way your lungs were hyperventilating.

You break midst trying to make sense. “Donghyuck i—“ He blankly looks at you. “Haechan.” He strut towards you once more.

You’re blinking now helplessly, in confusion.

“It’s Haechan. Not Donghyuck.” You can see that he was now visibly annoyed by how you’re freely calling him by his first name. Unlike everyone in the school and even the teachers, they know him by Haechan. They call him Haechan and nothing else.

But you’re not someone who was used to calling him by such a foreign name because he will always be little Donghyuck to you. The Lee Donghyuck who was your friend and will always be that person to you in your heart. You couldn’t help it you suppose you were too used to calling him by that.

“Sorry I slipped my tongue i guess.” You say apologetically.

He wanted to roll at you apologising because he knew no matter what he says you’ll always forget it and do the same again; calling him by his first name that he so hated. He hates the way you call him so sweetly too as if you care for him. If anything it was pathetic. You were pathetic.

“I’m going now.” You announce without Haechan’s care he silently stares, not giving much care to you. You bow your head leaving the classroom and he watches you leave until something dropped at the back of the classroom making the boy twitch around and walk to what could’ve fell.

He thought at first it was one of the paintings on the walls but when walking to the further back something slides on the wall when the left leg hit something skidding a square book on the floor.

It was a red journal with a leather type strapping case round it and he felt his eyebrows twitch when he picks it up standing in middle of the classroom where he was the only one left now.

‘Did Specs leave this behind?’ He thought dusting it off. Donghyuck looks behind him until he sighs trailing off. “She’s so hopeless, what an idiot.” He frowns as he opens the book.

“I bet she’s got class notes here.” He mockingly adds. “She’s got nothing better to do.”

He wasn’t expecting anything in that stupid journal of yours if anything he was expecting it to be the most boring thing ever written and he could’ve read. It should’ve been history. It should’ve been maths or maybe even freaking science he was reading. — but the minute the pages were flipping through like a crust off the bread he saw the life out of his eyes leave his body like he saw the most unbelievable things ever to be discovered.

It was a moment to remember for sure because even the soul inside him was deceiving him when he saw the written things you’ve done and thought about. It will never end now. Donghyuck will never let you live this down even in death he will remind you of this forever and ever, because this was a whole new side to you that you’ve been hiding.

And whatever you’re hiding now is with him.

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“Nonononono!”

You are rummaging around your bedroom trying to find where on earth your diary could be it’s not like it’s easy to forget it somewhere considering how bright red it is. It’s not entirely small either so you have no idea where it could be.

You’re stressing out because what if you lost that thing forever? You had the diary since the start of your second year in high school. You can’t lose it now, it’s too precious to lose.

Your mother is standing by the door arms crossed watching your distance expression go from small sadness to absolutely terrified thought of someone finding it. It’s not exactly the most pleasant thing to find when you have your deepest secrets written on there that no one could ever know.

“Where could it be?” You grab on your duvet lifting it up trying to search your bed now from head to toe. You’re going on all fours looking underneath the bed and then looking over it. Hell you were even looking inside your attic for it and you knew it could’ve be there but there was a slight chance your mother put it up there with the rest of the storage garbage.

You sat down sighing deeply failing at finding your precious item that’s got your heart running hundred miles a minute just by thinking all sorts of bad scenarios that you could be having right now.

“I swear it was just here in my bag, I am sure of it. I never leave it behind without me.” You state seriously, your mother knows how important it is for you now that she saw your eyes searching everywhere for it.

She looks around the room seeing the amount of mess laying on the ground, your clothes on the scattering bedroom floor, your wardrobes open door widely available for anyone to look inside, your bed was a mess and so was your school bag. You forced it open letting everything out when you saw your diary missing.

“Honey maybe you left it at your school locker have you thought of that?” Your mother told you.

It was certainly a possibility it could’ve been there, you will check tomorrow but you swore you grabbed it on your way home in the history class.

Your voice hurls at the end syllables like you were still unconvinced by the whole lot.

“Check tomorrow okay? Clean up for now. Your whole room is a pigsty mess. Afterwards come downstairs to have your dinner.”

She leaves your room and you lay on the bed suddenly before your legs curl up kicking in the air. You wanted to rip your hair out because now you’re here worried as hell about your flipping diary that could ruin you — quite frankly it could make your whole life miserable. If anyone read it that is. But no one would read something like that and expect it’s you, right?

You told yourself it’s okay. There’s many people with your name, therefor no one will expect it’s you. Afterall you’re a nobody at your school.

You turn around when you saw your phone screen pop up with a new notification. Turning to the phone grabbing it with your palm, you saw an unfamiliar username texting you.

‘No way…’

“Lee Donghyuck!” You murmur sitting up on your bed now intensely looking at the screen wondering why was he texting you this late? Actually why was he texting you at all. He doesn’t text you unless he calls to force you to give him your class notes so he could cheat in the tests.

You couldn’t believe it until you open it up fully replying back.

lee donghyuck : Specs come meet me right now.

You : What why?

lee donghyuck : Don’t ask and just do it.

You : I don’t want to donghyuck I’m very busy i don’t want to go anywhere.

lee donghyuck : that’s fine i’m outside your house.

You: WHAT

You couldn’t believe the text in front of you. Your mouth was wide open dropping dead at how fast he responded.

Lee fucking Donghyuck was outside your house, unannounced. It pulled you thinking you did something wrong because why else would the hottest guy at your school be there?

Running down you grabbed the spare black hoodie on yourself before opening the door letting a harsh cold breath of air hitting your face putting all your hair up and your gaze meets the boy standing in front of your door, he wore a white hoodie with a spare denim jeans. He looked super good out of the school uniform you had to admit.

You couldn’t stop drooling but you looked away questionably.

Donghyuck saw your expression falling apart but the moment you had your eyes laying on him like he was the most ethereal person ever he felt a giant egotistical boost to the already large ego he has.

Your mouth opens unable to find any motive nor the reasoning for his sudden actions. “What are you doing here Donghyuck— at 8pm.” You look at your phone lockscreen. The time was taken away and the boy gave a quick smirk to you.

“Y/n?— who is it.”

Your mother rushes to the front door the moment she saw Donghyuck her expression lit up. But yours fell into darkness out of hell because you knew damn well your mother was about to embarrass you through her way. She remembers Donghyuck, in fact she loved little Donghyuck. But she didn’t know you guys were still not friends anymore and she doesn’t know how much of a giant bully he is to you now.

Because of course you don’t want to burden your mother with how much you are confusing with Donghyuck. When he’s without his friends he’s probably half decent and with his friends he’s got no decency to his own persona. However he certainly wasn’t your friends either way.

But you guys still treat and speak to one another as if you guys were.

“Oh my gosh if it isn’t Lee Donghyuck! I haven’t seen you since you were… oh my lord this small to my ankles darling.”

Donghyuck gave this foreign smile to his beautiful face full off mysterious evil because you knew damn well he couldn’t smile for anyone this sweetly. You look at that smile you cannot recognise it felt like everything you knew of him now was gone. Your mother welcomes the boy inside your home. As much as it gave you massive anxiety to have your crush and enemy in your freaking house.

“Ah it’s okay Y/n’s mum i came over to see Y/n. If it’s okay that is. I have something important to discuss regarding our maths test we have tomorrow.”

It somehow made you wonder why he was here in the first place and what was he intending to do.

The room grew into a tiny square because you felt your lungs puff out by the mention of maths. Donghyuck’s scarce energy could kill you there was an eerie sense about this whole thing and you could feel it at the bottom of your stomach ready to cause a spillage over.

Your mother smiles. “Of course. Y/n take Donghyuck upstairs and show him what he needs so he can be on his way.”

You look at your mother giving a nod saying nothing. Your gaze returns to Donghyuck who was staring at you already, smirking widely like he won something.

But you couldn’t put your hands on it.

Donghyuck slowly enters your room seeing how much of a mess it is he can imagine what you’ve been looking for, it somehow would begin to fill his empty stomach with cruel satisfaction seeing you worry because he was five steps ahead of you before you know it the moment he hears you come in and close the door he grabbed your wrist turning around and throwing you on the bed making you lay there as you let out a soft scream that’s cut off by a lean dainty hand with long fingers and a vein stretching on it so mythically making this feel like a fever dream seeing how the boy who hates your guts the most was on top of you covering your mouth.

He smuggles his palm across your soft chapped mouth putting his finger on his lips to shush you down with a look belonging to a man with malicious intents.

A shiver was sent down your neck watching him. He loved seeing this expression of confusion on you, the way your eyebrows furrow together arching down to resemble a small animal scared to die.

“Shhh. Don’t scream okay, understand?” He said looking for somewhat a nod or something from you.

You look at him letting out a muffled okay and a nod with your head. He slowly retracts back his hand when he felt like he could let you go and then going inside the hoodie pockets he would take out,

Your freaking diary.

“How did you—!”

You couldn’t believe your eyes but you open your mouth to shout what and how does he have this but he puts a finger on your lips glaring down at you.

“You said you would be quiet.” He growls at you as if he knew you’d be like this and you move your eyes ready to grab the diary but he has stretched his arm up in the air making you fall over and tip toe to grab it.

“Give me that back. It’s mine.”

But no matter what you’ll always be unable to reach it no matter how much you jump or do the tip toe with your feet you’re never going to reach your diary when he’s got this long arms and legs. He was looking at you smirking widely.

“Donghyuck this isn’t funny give me my diary back!” You shout with your eyes watching the diary in his hand.

“Nahuh.” He said with a condescending laugh pulling away from you holding the diary down again in the both hands. You watch him with your eyes widen terrified by this.

You wished it could be anyone but him, anyone but him. Donghyuck was the spawn of devil in other words he’s going to ruin you now.

You felt small and exposed by this whole thing you couldn’t believe it this whole time your flipping diary was with the guy you were literally begging it not to be with it’s like earth was punishing you. It’s like this was your most lowest point of your life now, you’re doomed and you are in disbelief because how can this happen to you?

You whisper begging. “Please can i have it back?”

You tried to appear pathetic than you already look because embarrassment and shame wasn’t enough to describe how you’re feeling currently in this moment on. But it seems like the boy had no intention of letting you go easily, at least not like this. He hasn’t even had his fun yet with you.

Donghyuck ignores your plead starting to open the diary up. The fingers were flipping the pages to a section in the middle where a crowding smile was drawn on the boy’s cheeks like a Cheshire Cat.

You clench your hands seeing him open it. “Donghyuck don’t read it.” You say out loud in panic.

“Shhhh Y/n I’m trying to find a very specific page.” He retorts back until he found it looking back with a bright light on him. “Aha! Found it.”

He turns to you to get a good wild and live experience of seeing the life crush out of your eyes and leaving your home. You’re dreading it seeing that the boy knew exactly how to push your buttons now. He had control and you weren’t even aware of it until you were read like a story from Donghyuck reading upon the pages with his fingers and his eyes trailing from word to word on the diary page. “Dear diary, today Lee Haechan looked so fucking hot coming out of the boy’s changing rooms shirtless and I can’t believe how quickly I got turned on staring at his bare stomach.” — He pauses turning to you holding up the red book. “Oh y/n and you claim to be innocent, then what is all of this?”

You stand there still like you were a mime stuck in an imaginary see through dimension box. You wish you were actually because Donghyuck’s live vocals reading your own diary out loud to you knowing damn well it’s about him and how your true feelings were there about lingering. It was embarrassment beyond anything you’ve ever felt before and you don’t wish this on anyone, not this feeling not when your enemy.

“Now tell me this. How long have you been spying on me in the boy’s changing rooms?” He smirks waiting for some kind of vocal response from you but all he got from you was bright red cheeks and trembling eyes.

As much as he loved seeing you this ashamed he wanted actual words and not just a physical reaction. Perhaps you were shocked. Too shocked to even speak. Donghyuck fits his tongue across his cheek balling it up in annoyance. “No answer? Of course no answer you’re the one who writes all these dirty fantasies with me in this book.”

You look away stuttering. “I- I didn’t mean to look at you getting changed.”

He laughs. “Oh yeah? Your diary says otherwise darling.” He rolls the pages out. “Here it says you’d want me to fuck your mouth full of my load until you can’t talk anymore so how about that?”

You didn’t want him to re-read all your dirty thoughts about Haechan you have with him out loud it physically pains you and makes you cringe out loud even more than you’d think.

“I want him to make me scream his name so the whole world knows I’m his.”

‘I can’t… make it stop.’

“Lee Donghyuck can be mean to me and treat me like shit and I’d crawl back for more.” He laughs finding this one sort of funny. Who would’ve thought you’d crawl back to him for more.

You clench your nails into your palm.

“My favourite one is this one.” Donghyuck clears his throat straightening up the shoulders as he starts to tauntingly read. “I’m starting to think i may have feelings for my enemy Lee Donghyuck it’s shameful because it began with the moment he started to hate me.”

“Oh specs that’s freaking shameful. Are you a masochist perhaps?” He snorts watching you. He may be right at this moment. Donghyuck knew you could handle this shame considering you wrote a whole diary dedicated to him he must give you the prompt that you did well worshiping him behind the close doors.

It’s an effort to be this diligent as you.

“Can I have it back now… are you done insulting me yet?” You bit your bottom lip now simple angered and Donghyuck could notice the visible fire in your eyes nevertheless he couldn’t care and he took a step forward pushing you down on the bed making you sit down as he grabs a fistful of your hair tugging it.

You couldn’t help but wince but somehow you wanted him to pull more of your head. He made you look up at him as he puts the diary in the air again with his hand raising it up.

“I’m not done with you Y/n. Listen up if you don’t want the whole world to know about your fucking secret then you listen to me and do as i say got it?” Donghyuck spat leering his eyes at you and you harshly clench your eyes nodding as he lets go off your head.

“Good, tomorrow wear this and don’t take it off understood?”

Your gaze goes bleak and pale like you’ve possible seen a freaking paranormal ghost right now but the minute you touch the small pocket sized vibrator you look at Donghyuck with shaky teeth.

“W-What? Why am i going to wear this tomorrow. ” You let out pushing the Vibrator back but Donghyuck taunts you smirking.

“I don’t want to do that.” You state throughly.

“Wear it tomorrow or your mother will know about your diary. You wouldn’t want your mother knowing how much of a slut her daughter is right?”

He coos brushing some of your bangs behind the ears smiling down at you evilly and you shudder at his warm touch against your pale skin. You gulp looking down.

Looks like there’s only one way.

“Good it’s settled then.” He says after you gone quiet thinking about it seeing how you’re up for it now. You couldn’t help but think how cruel and mean he is you are starting to completely change your whole feelings about the boy. But some deep part of you only remembers the little him. It was a war in your body knowing damn well you aren’t able to fully hate him.

But you’re sure of one thing now.

Donghyuck is the biggest lowlife.

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The next day came but you’ve never been dreading more about the sun rising to pass on the next day. You hated that you came into school full jumpy and anxious knowing damn well your enemy is on the hunt to end you. To torture you on endless terms.

The first class you had was English but you couldn’t help but sit down blowing out gentle air waves from your lips as you get out your English’s book and workload papers from the last lesson.

The next minute someone else enters after you slamming down behind you taking a seat there. You weren’t sure who would sit there because no one sat there before. Everyone has an arranged seating arrangement that can’t be changed.

You turn around to see who it was only to be met with the familiar sight of the boy laid back slanting watching you keenly.

“Donghyuck…?” You let out as you turned to look around and the boy leans in whispering. Then a sudden burst of energy from underneath your school black skirt begins to run you down your spine with shivers. Donghyuck saw your face disappear from surprised to shocked knowing you, you were probably embarrassed to realise the situation you’re in. The vibration in your panties had you squirming on your seat suddenly and you couldn’t help but realise it was on a low setting right now.

Your eyes fell down to Donghyuck’s hands who were hidden in the pockets with the live remote controller for the vibrator inside your panties like he said, you wore it today only to get absolutely punished in middle of your English class that’s starting. You were now filled with absolute contempt to focus but no matter what during class you could only focus on your thighs rubbing together to grab more friction. At the same time you didn’t want to do that because the more friction you will lose yourself and you need to be quiet.

It didn’t help that Donghyuck was behind you Whispering remarks only to piss you off. He was pretending to be innocent but you knew well what they meant in actual reality.

“You’re awfully quiet there y/n.” Sang Donghyuck from behind you tapping his pen at your back.

You flinch at the sudden change of his actions he usually would never do anything in class. He often avoids you in your classes with him finding you a complete nuisance but now he’s doing all he can to push you off the edge cliff you’re standing on but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You instead bury your head low and clench your eyes tight when suddenly the finger on the remote controller has increased the speed seeing you resist the low pressure; Donghyuck wasn’t going to let you go easy. He wanted to see you fall apart in front of him and beg him to do something about it.

The speed of the vibrator brushing your clit ever so slowly made you whimper into your hands the classmates around you swore they heard you but they weren’t sure who it came from. Donghyuck saw the people chatting amongst themselves and the teacher was silently marking the papers at the desk. It was quiet and it was starting to hit the dangerous territory where even the slightest sounds can be heard. You never wanted to move away so fast because the vibrator mixing into your wet soaking panties through your black skirt will be having you sweating like you are at a giant room becoming cooked alive. From inside your pussy lips were brushing at the folds of the vibrator where it felt like a whole new sensation and you bite your tongue when a moan was coming out.

You never felt so exposed. You’re squirming at your seat and you’re at everyone’s eyes who could see you slip out if you make any mistake. Donghyuck smirking watching you as his body was slanting back on the chair behind you with an innocent face he sped the next vibrator speed to maximum. But your body began to flinch and trying to run away from your high you felt your hips rut on the chair and the redness coming to your forehead and cheeks making it visible like you’re sick. You put your hand up suddenly standing up.

“Miss I need the toilet.” You loudly announce with a pant and the teacher looks at you. “Okay be quick with it.”

Donghyuck was laughing under his breathe watching you run out of the classroom like your life depended on it. He didn’t change the speed he left it on the maximum so you could suffer with it. The boy chuckling from afar made Jaemin turn around seeing his friend laugh a little for once, with a true smile of something he was addicted on.

‘Strange.’ Jaemin thought.

As you ran out you were inside a toilet stall taking off your panties down to the ankles and taking a seat on the toilet you let out a grasping moan rubbing your folks and the chasing your whole high; you play with your clit clenching your eyes the more pleasuring overstimulation hit your pussy. Your swollen clit was red and abused it made everything so much more sensitive and difficult that you were so quick to your own high. You made sure to keep your thoughts on being quiet but the further you went the deeper you got and you remembered it was Donghyuck doing this to you and somehow you were more aroused than before. You couldn’t help but get your feelings involved and now you’re here moaning his name softly in the girl’s bathroom where anyone could walk in on you. Fingering your tight and wet sloppy hole with your two fingers until you came hard.

You came so hard you couldn’t remember if it was two orgasm or a singular orgasm that felt like it would take forever to get over it. The vibrator eventually stopped and you could feel it turn off. You let out a sigh as your red face was visible when coming out the stall with your panties back on and the skirt lowered down. You’d wash your hands in the sink and then you washed your face to cool it down you couldn’t help but notice how fucked out you look. You can’t go in class like this.

You look away leaving the girl’s toilets and as you did your arm was pulled by a boy you noticed to be Donghyuck standing out the girl’s bathrooms with a low angle levelling your eyes so you could see him.

“Now that was a long toilet break, Y/n. Wonder what took you so long Hm?”

Your eyes drop down. “Donghyuck— how long were you standing there for…” you felt your eyebrows raise up and Donghyuck smirks coming closer.

“From the moment you left the class, and i heard everything.” He whispers.

You never wanted to be buried alive so much until now knowing he heard you moan his name and as well as do so much more, it’s like he’s only going to get more information off of you and use it against you some more. You cannot escape Lee Donghyuck.

You gulp as you saw the boy point at the remote in his front school trousers pockets. The brunette locks on his face made him so much more attractive you couldn’t help but had the urge to caress it and wrap your fingertips in them but you pulled yourself together the moment his stern honeymoon voice broke your thoughts away.

“Next class you can’t walk out to use the bathroom excuse understand? You need to stay in that classroom.”

‘Oh god I’m fucking screwed.’

Donghyuck walks away going back into class leaving you all alone standing in middle of the corridor outside the girl’s bathroom. You never felt so exposed until Donghyuck has the effect on making you feel all sorts of emotions like a rollercoaster on steroids. Somehow, you knew this was going to be a challenge.

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The next class was mathematics which you were luckily okay with but currently with the situation of having a running vibrator pleasure you inside while focusing on numbers was not a good mixture at all. You never felt so tense and frustrated when doing maths unlike now and all thanks to Donghyuck making you feel high and then leaving you dry. Sometimes he let you feel high until you were wanting to scream in middle of your class but you covered your mouth often until he dropped it to a low speed again which you calm down.

Donghyuck knew what you wanted though. He knew what you fantasise about and it intrigued him because now he knows what you hate and what you love. It was like doing things absolute the worst things and you’d love them, because it’s him. You cannot make yourself feel the hatred and the pain to do that for something like this.

You tap your pen on the desk repeatedly as you felt your pussy clutch around the vibration and the shape of the vibrator making you want to lose yourself there and then. Your stomach was breathing in harshly enough to feel your ribcage and your throat was bleeding dry wanting to let so many noises escape. You couldn’t hear anything but your beating heart. Your fingers wrap round the pen clenching it as your thighs rub in circular motion together. The buzzing vibration made you fall into excitement of pleasure that you couldn’t compare to. The speed increased with each time the class went down off and you soon were holding the desk suddenly.

The teacher saw your sudden movements and eyes you suspiciously as you look down at the test paper clearing your throat.

‘Shitshit that was close.’ You mentally screamed, your thoughts were running back to how you’re literally being treated like a sex doll for Donghyuck’s sick pleasures but here you are having the same sick pleasures because this is turning you more and more.

The idea of getting caught was certainly a factor and he knew this he could see it on your body posture you loved being observed as you are getting off in class where a whole examination test is being done. You couldn’t focus on your paper though, because you were lost in your own mind with the way the vibrator was making you feel.

The next thing you knew you felt a wet gushing raindrops down your legs like they were your tears when in reality it was coming from your soaking panties lining down your body. Your thighs were covered with your pussy juice and you came without knowing for once you felt scared and you look back at Donghyuck with a terrified expression starting to beg him with your whimpers.

“Donghyuck please can i leave?” You whisper and he looks up from his math test paper smirking as he hears you finally beg.

This is what he wanted to hear from you, a pathetic beg because he’s the one in control and you’re the one who’s dealing with the consequences.

He was about to give you an answer until the teacher in front of you slams on your desk. “Y/n I expected better from you. Keep your eyes on your test paper until everyone is finished. Do not cheat off Donghyuck.”

You slowly turn around lowly avoiding eye contact but your face was red and feverish. You couldn’t help but feel light headed because the vibrator kept on digging into your sensitive core making you squirm more and more. The teacher walks back to the desk and Donghyuck’s laughter was heard behind you.

“Tut tut tut Y/n cheating.” He trails and you clench your fists together on your lap as you saw the water dripping down on the floor underneath your chair. You whimper once more.

Donghyuck saw you go silent whimpering and he raised his eyebrows as he saw your legs shaking on the floor and your hands were trembling now due to the overt stumbling pleasuring sensation surrounding your body putting it on your back and chest. Your face was swollen with your pleasure from your own pussy aching.

And then the class bell rang. You never got up so fast ready to run out to the toilet for the same reasoning however you were stopped by two arms engulfing you and dragging you into a pair of doors you couldn’t reach until the body pulling you with him dragged you into the boy’s changing rooms where it was empty leaving only you and a specifically someone called Lee Donghyuck. The lowlife you’ve been tortured by the entire door and for once you were glad to see his face as you go on your knees shaking as you let out sudden choking moans. The vibrator got faster with Donghyuck’s thumb putting it on the maximum speed amount you couldn’t put limit on.

“Fuck please— please please Donghyuck fuck me make it stop make this pain stop.” You held your breath putting your hands on the stomach that was aching for a release finally and the remote was turned off the vibrator no longer providing you with the pleasure because he got what he wanted.

You asking him to fuck you senselessly.

He’d grab your shoulders pushing you off the ground and into the changing room showers where he pinned you on the wall where you could both fit. Putting your mouth on his down kissing you roughly he grasps your hips rubbing them rougher than before and stressing down your clotheslines we’re stripped off your body so quickly you weren’t aware of it at all. You grasp between the heavy kisses, Donghyuck swore hearing you gasping for him was the sexiest thing he could ever hear anyone do. “God you’re so fucking lewd Y/n telling me to fuck you senseless in the school where anyone can walk in on us. You’d like that to happen won’t you?” He’d grab your face away as he pressed on the vibrator inside you pushing it out off your hole and instead you felt the hard tip of his body go in.

You never wanted to come back to reality ever again because this felt like a forsaken fantasy. You’re pushed on the tile wall bare naked with your enemy someone who’s been nothing but horrible to you now pushing his hard cock inside your sloppy wet hole that’s been waiting to be stretched by him for over four hours you couldn’t believe it; it felt like years ago when you were friends and now you’re being so mean together you couldn’t even imagine what you’re doing if you were sane in your head. The way your head snuck in and so did your stomach feeling him go up and imprinting his shape deep within you where you let out trembling stutters out. “Fuckfuckfuck hyuck—! You’re in my stomach.” You wanted to scream it out but Donghyuck made sure to take his fucking time with you.

“Hyuck huh? That’s a new one darling.” He couldn’t help but find it hard to dislike. Afterall you were fucked out when saying it. It made it ten times more better.

He wanted to make you know that this will become a daily thing where he will rock your shit and leave you alone right after. This wasn’t nothing sweet and mutual. You are living your fantasy and that’s it, you’re nothing but a ragged doll for him to use you and you were willingly.

“You’re a fucking slut Y/n. You want nothing but my cock to fill your hole and stuff you until you have no fucking purpose for me. Do you want that?” He growls against your face kissing down your cheeks with so much power over you, your skin shivers against those harsh breathing and his voice was so mean you could cry. In fact you wanted to knowing how he was completely right about you.

You murmur when Donghyuck squished you in a whole different position directing you towards a doggy stile where your hands put on the tile he rocked behind strutting the hits right into you going now deeper where the shape travels to your womb and you choke but clenching your eyes in the process. You never expected him to be so long and girthy, he was thick and all departments you were shaking and trembling in the middle of his body weight crushing you with how tough he was treating you. There was nothing single. Not a single moment where he spared you from his dangerous hold over you.

At the moment when he lost himself nearly he was so close to coming in you and you were here dripping in the shower with sweat and panting ramming inside your hole while your ass was perking up in the air for him to spank and grip. He squeezed your hips forward until your face was roughly rammed on the tile as you begin to wail out your moans. Your arms gave up on you and now your entire legs were tired from the excruciating exhaustion from being pleased for hours beforehand.

“That’s right cry for me you stupid whore. You’re crying because my dick feels so good aren’t you?” You wished you could disagree with him but you can’t. You sniff out croaking in broken sentences denting your voice. “It feels so good please please Hyuck I want you to come inside me.” His eyes darken going smaller hearing you and he pushed your head down on the tile smirking.

“Begging me to fill your little hole up yeah? Since you’re asking like a good whore you are, I will.” It absolutely irks your mind how he can sound so attractive but still be completely ruthless to you.

And he did exactly that leaving you down when he was done with you covering your walls full off his load and painting everything in you white. Donghyuck left you on the floor in the shower with his liquid coming out of your pussy down your thighs he smirks facing you as he was doing the zipper on the trousers and you dazed looking at him in the corner.

He whistles leaning down and crouching to your eye level seeing how you’re out of it still. You couldn’t focus on anything but him and the comforting silence of your beating heart.

“You still like a Lowlife like me?” He trails asking you with a deadly smile that knew you would say yes.

You should be hating him because god knows he’s terrible human being on the face of earth. He’s the biggest scum you could meet.

But you know you will always love a lowlife like Lee Donghyuck.

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NSFW Gojo Week (5)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Gojo maybe, kinda, sorta got hit with a sex curse technique on purpose and he can't stop thinking about one thing.

cw: sex pollen/curse, breeding, cum play, vaginal sex, spit kink, creampie, this one is just kinda silly goofy

words: 2.4k

Masterlist • Day 4 • Day 6

“Hey, baby…”

“Hey, Satoru… You okay? What’s up?”

You can hear hesitancy in his voice through the other line of the phone, which isn’t normal, to say the least.

“Um. I kinda fucked up at work today.”

Okay. That’s not unusual.

“Oh. Yaga making you work overtime or something?”

“No, not exactly. Can you just… come home as soon as possible?” You’re able to make out some rustling in the background but are unable to tell exactly what it is.

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll… be there soon, I guess.”

In all the years that you’ve been together, that you’ve just known him, it’s not uncommon for him to do something to piss Yaga off and be forced to pick up extra missions as punishment. But for him to be sent home?

It had to have been bad.

You’re racking your brain but unable to come up with something bad enough that he would do that this would happen. Did they fire him? Could they fire him?

If that’s the case, then there’s a good chance Satoru isn’t taking the news well. He loves his students and has a great passion for teaching them, so you’re really not sure what kind of mess you’re about to walk into.

When you step into your shared apartment everything is clean like usual. Looking around the kitchen and living room, nothing is amiss. The only thing you can hear is music coming from down the hall.

As you make your way toward the bedroom, you’re able to make out the distinct sounds of Satoru panting and grunting, and you’re really unsure of what’s going on at this point.

“Satoru? What’s going on in her-”

You blink several times, not expecting to walk in on this.

He’s standing in front of the full-length mirror next to the dresser, wearing nothing but his socks, muscles rippling, with his palm gripped around his hard cock watching as he strokes himself.

His eyes catch yours and he gives you a lopsided grin, slicking back his sweat-covered bangs, “Oh. Hey.”

You don’t mean to, you really don’t, but you can’t help but laugh at what you’ve just walked in on, “Were you just… in the mirror?”

Finally, you take a moment to look around the bedroom only to notice it’s a wreck. His clothes are strewn all over, a couple of energy drinks sit on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and there are bottles - bottles - of lube on the dresser next to where he’s standing.

He watches you with a serious expression as he strides over to you, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You smile at his words, trying your absolute best to not continue laughing, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He breathes, cupping your face as he places several soft, sensual kisses on your lips. You can feel the way he’s rocking his hips into you, trying to get more stimulation.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” You ask as he moves to nibble your ear. Satoru has always smelled good, but right now, despite the sheen of sweat covering his body, he smells like vanilla and warmth and it’s making it incredibly hard to resist him.

“I just…” His eyes trail down to your stomach, hands on your waist, thumbs pressing small circles on your stomach, “I just really wanna fuckin’ breed you.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words. This isn’t something you ever talked about seriously. The few times the topic has been brought up, he’s shut it down almost instantly expressing that he doesn’t want to have kids until he reaches his goal of resetting Jujutsu society.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… I gotta… You’re gonna look so fucking good all big and round and full of me.”

It’s probably not a smart move, but you’ll entertain his exceptionally rampant, lustful thoughts for now. It’s not like you’ve ever really been able to resist his advances, always melting to his touch as soon as his lips press to yours.

When you grab the base of his cock, Satoru whimpers as you drag your hand slowly to the tip a few times while he slips his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

And then he moans with furrowed brows. And you know that moan, along with the familiar wet, stickiness that’s been released in the palm of your hand.

“Satoru… did you just…” You look down and sure enough, the evidence of his release is in your fist.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His eyes bore into yours when he brings your hand to his lips and licks his cum off, eyes slowly turning more black than blue with lust.

Your mouth is agape as you watch him, utter confusion written on your face, especially as he places your hand back on his cock.

“Why are you still-”

Hard.

Sure, Satoru can go like a fucking racehorse. There have been plenty of times when the two of you have stayed up all night and day rolling between the sheets. But even this is unusual for him.

“Mm. You should strip for me,” He decides, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with hopeful eyes, stroking his cock in anticipation. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s having some sort of incredibly horny manic episode.

Folding your arms over your chest, you watch him seriously, skeptically, “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighs, trilling his lips while rolling his eyes. He knows you’re not going to give in until he tells you.

“I-” He waves his hand in front of his face, “Got hit with this curse technique.”

“Ok. I’m guessing it was a sex technique, right?” He nods, “How did this happen?”

It’s not uncommon for sex curses to appear since so many people have so many varied feelings about the physical act. What’s not common is Satoru being affected due to his Infinity.

“I was curious what it would be like, and now I just really need you to fuck it out of me. Please.”

He’s never been one to beg but your stoic demeanor diminishes as soon as he pouts because quite honestly, he looks so fucking good when he strokes his cock.

And you know he feels even better.

His cock is longer and harder than you’ve ever seen it. His dick has always been so pretty but right now the tip is red and angry, leaking precum that he’s spreading with his thumb down the length of his cock.

Biting your lip, you slowly unbutton your uniform top, letting it fall to the floor. Satoru sucks in a deep breath as he looks at your chest, humming when he sees the lacy bra you wore today. After undoing your belt, you remove your bra before gently squeezing your breasts as you shimmy your hips, letting your skirt fall to your ankles.

You leave your heels on, because you know he likes that. He has a goofy grin on his face with half-lidded eyes as you step towards him before turning around and over, giving him a view of your cunt as you remove your panties before discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Placing your hand on his chest, you go to push him back on the bed, but he’s not going to give you control, not tonight. You already knew that.

Grabbing your wrist and pinning it over your head, he pushes you into the mattress. When he grabs the base of your neck you gasp, giving him the opportunity to grin, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth before letting a trail of saliva fall into your mouth.

You fucking love it when he’s rough like this.

He usually is, but you know he holds back, trying not to hurt you. But when he gets so aroused that he can’t help himself, can barely think straight? You have the time of your life.

There’s a neediness already blossoming in the pit of your stomach, breaths falling faster as he slowly ghosts his fingers over your skin, feeling every dip and curve you have to offer him.

He’s drinking you in like water he hasn’t had in decades, that you’re a decadent meal that he’s about to devour.

The thought sends a jolt straight to your core.

He parts your legs, nestling himself between them easily as he crashes his lips to yours in a series of searing hot kisses, tugging on your lower lip greedily when he pulls away.

You roll your hips against him, seeking friction when he presses his hips to your core, moaning wantonly into his mouth.

“Always so wet for me baby,” He praises, adjusting himself so his cock sits at your entrance before easily slipping between your folds. “Gonna - oh god - gonna make you a mommy. You want that baby? Yeah, I know you do. Been asking me about it forever.”

He’s babbling, already losing himself in you and it feels like he’s legitimately trying to split you in half with how he doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he’s slamming his hips into you at an unbelievable pace.

Skin slapping and lewd squelching fill the room as he sits back, watching where you’re connected. His cheeks are pink, across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears. Placing a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge from his cock, he’s mesmerized watching as it disappears inside you.

“Sit up.” He commands, so you do on your elbows as you watch him spit where you’re connected before staring at you intently, waiting for you to do the same.

He moans when you do, watching the way all your fluids mix together as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon.

Satoru hits that spot inside you repeatedly, the one that has your toes curling and gasping as you grab onto his shoulder as your legs tense and your face contorts in pleasure.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through you as you scream out his name over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby, you’re gonna make me-” He groans kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder, “I’m gonna-”

His body tenses as warmth fills your insides, eyes wide as he hisses like he’s in pain before scrambling off the bed. You watch in horror as he moves out of you and off the bed faster than you’ve ever seen before.

“What- Are you okay?”

“Cramp. Got a cramp in my leg.”

You laugh, throwing your head back and resting while he takes care of his little issue.

“Stop laughing.” His voice is serious, causing you to sit back up on your elbows and look at him. “Stop laughing while I’m-” He gestures to his length.

You didn’t think it was possible to bruise his ego, especially when it comes to sex because he’s just so damn good at it. But being affected by the curse, he’s got to have an influx of so many emotions running through him that he’s trying incredibly hard to not let you see.

Grabbing your ankle, Satoru flips you easily so you’re on all fours, facing the mirror next to the dresser, across from the bed. It’s disorienting when he does this, using his technique like that to get you into the position he wants. He knows it, you’ve told him. He still does it.

“Gonna knock you up. Fuck!” He groans as he enters you again from behind, hand gripping your hair at the scalp forcing you to watch in the mirror as he pistons his hips into you. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. They already do, baby right? They know you’re mine?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” is all you’re able to breathe out as you watch him in the mirror.

He looks so fucking good with parted lips, chest red and heaving as he pounds into you, the baby blues of his eyes are no longer visible, replaced by his black lust-filled pupils.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck-” He groans out, focusing on your cunt and the way it grips onto him, “Squeeze me like that again baby - oh yeah - just like that. Gonna- fuck - you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning. 

The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock.

Satoru lets out a melodious moan as he cums, shoving his cock into you as far as possible, hips flush against yours until you can feel him in your throat, spilling into you with everything he has. 

There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his tip.

Eventually, he rolls you over onto your back, peppering your face and lips with little kisses, but there’s an unexpected wetness on his cheeks that causes you to knit your brows together and look at him.

“Are you… crying?”

“It just-” He takes a deep breath, licking a strip from your chest to jaw, “Felt so good.”

You’re sure he hates it, but you chuckle at the ridiculousness of all of this. This time though, he chooses to ignore it as he sucks several small lilac bruises on your neck, shoulder, and down to your tits.

“How has the curse not lifted yet?” You sigh, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand while Satoru positions his face between your legs, kissing your thighs several times, admiring the view.

“Oh, it did.” Your head snaps to his immediately curious about what he plans on doing, “I’ve just always wanted to know what we taste like together. Might as well do it now.”

You hiss as he runs his tongue between your hypersensitive folds, legs twitching around his head when he swirls his tongue on your clit.

“Good, huh?” He grins while slipping his tongue between your lips, letting you taste your mixed arousal on your tongue. He’s groaning, loving this as excess dribbles down your chin before he licks it off.

He gives a satisfied sigh, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears before cradling you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep.

#jjk fanfic #violetsaffronfic #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #nsfwgojoweek2023

[qawcamiz]

READER WITH A MESSY ROOMMATE, WHO'S VERY FLIRTY AS WELL, THEN THEY CAUGHT READER PLEASURING HERSELF WITH VIBRATOR OR ISKDKDKDD YOUR CHOICE !

WHAT A SIGHT !

warning: fem reader, sexual content, oral sex (reader receiving), masturbation, fingering (slight), dominant, etc.

characters: Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya, Heizou, & Itto

a/n: I just hc these characters to be a 'messy roommate', if you think they're the opposite, my bad ☹️☹️ This is js my opinion since the request said it can b anyone !!

"I don't like being poked fun at, So either you come inside the room and eat me out or go away."

-

"Don't worry, princess... I'll be cleaning the mess this time."

This man behaves consistently with his lifestyle. He doesn't approach anything seriously and doesn't take the responsibility of tidying up his mess. He occasionally shows gratitude when you clean up after him, but the truth is that you do it for your benefit to keep the place organized.

Despite his laid-back and carefree attitude, he's the type of person who would always lend a helping hand. He may not be the tidiest person but he makes up for it by his generosity and thoughtfulness. He never hesitates to offer his assistance regardless of whether you explicitly ask for it or not. moreover, he's always there to provide emotional support when you're in distress, even if it means simply sitting with you in silence.

Besides, whenever he goes out, he takes the time to bring back something that he knows you'll enjoy. As a result, you reciprocate his motions by completing any tasks he asks of you and occasionally purchasing items that align with his interests. It all works out in the end and you get to know each other quite well.

He is dependable, always willing to lend a hand no matter the situation. You find it tough to reject him or deny his requests, as his genuine respect for others makes it evident that he always has their best interests at heart, regardless of the potential consequences he may face personally.

Although you find his behavior exhausting, you recognize that he is a naturally flirty and playful person and try to take everything with a grain of salt. However, there have been times when his behavior crosses boundaries and he tries to become intimate with you. In these instances, you assert yourself and push him away firmly, as you have had enough of his advances. Despite this, his apologies and genuine remorse for overstepping ensure that you don't stay furious at him for long.

-

He had just returned from the party he had previously told you about, and it was around midnight, at which point he assumed you'll be sleeping. As he approached your door, he could hear the distinctive sounds of your wails, as well as the loud buzzing of some sort. He leaned in closer to listen, and a smirk formed on his lips when he heard you moaning his name and pleading for 'more'. He couldn't resist the temptation and slightly opened the door to peek inside. The sight before him was stimulating - you were lying on your back, your eyes closed and legs spread wide. In your hand was a vibrator, buzzing away as you pleasured yourself.

He felt a rush of desire wash over him as he observed you fondling your breasts by skimming through the openings in your clothing. Your heavy breathing indicated your high level of arousal, causing his erection to throb with discomfort. He tightened his grasp and commenced rubbing the lower part of his area through his pants. The smell of sexual excitement became more severe as you persisted in touching yourself, whining out loud.

He hadn't given in to the trick to enter the room, All he did was listen to the sounds of your pleasure while noticing the way your breath hitched. He felt guilty for peeking into your private moment, but it was a bit difficult to ignore your pleasuring noises, not to mention you're moaning his name. He didn't want to make you feel embarrassed about what you were doing so he continued looking and listening to your cries to savor them.

-

"...Fuck, get in... I can hear your groans, you know?..." you said hoarsely. "...Why don't you put that annoying mouth of yours to good use?..." You tried to shift to accommodate him but he wasn't having any of it. "I don't like being poked fun at, So either you come inside the room and eat me out or go away." You glared at him angrily. As he knew he wouldn't be able to oppose you if you insisted so he reluctantly removed his hand from his pants and went inside your room, he immediately began working on undoing his trousers. He then proceeded to kneel between your legs and press a soft kiss on your neck, earning a whimper of approval from you.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this, y/n." he lightly kneaded your clit, causing you to moan with pleasure. "However, I want to give you something that will surely make this evening memorable and pleasurable." As he ran his cool fingers tenderly over your breasts, he rested two of them on your nipple and began massaging it with a slow and steady motion, causing you to moan in ecstasy.

His touch was as delicate as a feather, yet it sent shivers down your spine and made your body quiver with anticipation. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as his expert fingers continued to explore every inch of your body, making you forget about everything else except for the pleasure that was consuming you. You couldn't wait to see what other delights he had in store for you, as you surrendered yourself completely to his magical touch.

He skillfully licked and sucked your clit with his mouth, making you moan with pleasure. The sensation was so intense that you could feel a tingle of electricity run through your body, causing you to writhe at his touch. He then proceeded to rub his thumb in small circular motions on your sensitive spot, adding to the sensation and building the pleasure inside you. your body was on fire as he continued to tease and pleasure you with his skilled tongue and fingers, making you moan louder with each passing moment.

"throw that toy, love. you don't need it when I could satisfy you better." His words were escorted by a sultry gaze that torched a fire within you, leaving you feeling even more turned on. He then pulled away from between your legs and leaned in for a kiss, his lips meeting yours in an electrifying embrace.

The feeling of his mouth on yours was sacred, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of enthusiasm as he pulled away. His words echoed in your mind as you felt a pang of guilt for using a vibrator, but also a sense of excitement at the thought of relying solely on him for pleasure. You couldn't deny the desire that was building up inside you, and you found yourself eagerly responding to his advances. As he deepened the kiss, you knew that you were in for a night of intense pleasure and passion, with nothing but his skillful touch to satisfy your every need.

"Can you really... satisfy someone like me...?" you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and savoring every sensation. His tongue continued to tease and explore your mouth, and you felt yourself growing more and more turned on with every passing moment. Finally, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You looked up into his eyes, silently begging him to continue. He smiled down at you, knowing exactly what you wanted, and resumed his sensual attack on your neck and shoulders. You moaned with pleasure as he continued to explore your body with his mouth, leaving you lost in a sea of rapture and ecstasy.

"Don't worry, princess... I'll be cleaning the mess this time."

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[iheartcake123]

Hii, i like your Gwi Nam postsss, i have a request, can you do a "Gwi Nam x Reader" Where Gwi nam was already a Hambie and he is crying and sad because he can't find y/n around and once he found y/n he hugged her immediately and crying because he misses her, like they were close friends when the zombie apocolypse was still not spreading but because of he was a bully, y/n didn't wanna be friends with him anymore but Gwi nam changed and apologized to y/n, he tried his best to get along with Cheong san and the others and also confessed to y/n and accepted it?

Here is your request <33 i didn’t know how to end is so sorry about the abrupt ending💀

☁️missed you-yoon gwi-nam☁️

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gwi-nam had searched the whole school, yet he just couldn’t find you. the fact that he hadn’t seen you as a zombie gave him some hope but his hope was running thin.

tears brimmed his eyes as he thought about you, the last time you both spoke was when you decided not to be friends with him anymore. when you found out he was a bully, you instantly cut him off. you didn’t want to be friends with someone who hurt people.

gwi-nam missed you like crazy. when he became a hambie, it was an eye opener for him. he’d been given a second chance to change and it would start by making things right with you.

“where are you” gwi-nam whispered under his breath holding back tears as he was unsuccessful in finding you yet again.

it had been days since he’d last even seen a human being. with a sigh, he decided to try once more. he couldn’t give up easily. gwi-nam dragged his feet up some more stairs and headed down the hallway, he entered the first classroom on the left which was the music room. as his eyes scanned the room all he could see was zombies.

with a sigh be turned on his heel to leave but he then noticed a familiar smell. it smelt like you. your perfume was very distinct as it was very floral and sweet. a glint of happiness filled gwi-nam as he then went to look around the room, maybe you were hiding behind a desk?

after searching, he still couldn’t find you.

and that’s when he heard it.

your voice.

it was extremely quiet but with his new hambie senses, he could just about here you.

you were talking to yourself. about a plan to get to the roof.

“if i wait for the coast to be clear, i could maybe slip past the zombies when they aren’t looking” you were muttering to yourself.

gwi-nam let out grin as he then approached small closet that was in the music room.

he knocked on the door gently, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to bring attention to the zombies in the room.

when you heard the knock, you instantly froze. had zombies figured out how to knock?

with a gulp, you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anything. silence. and then you heard it.

gwi-nam’ voice.

never in a million years did you think you’d be excited and happy to hear his voice again. but, what was he doing standing there and leaving himself a target for zombies?

“y/n is that you?” his voice was soft.

you quickly unlocked the door and pulled gwi-nam in before locking the door again.

“you’re an idiot you know that? standing there like bait, the zombies could’ve gotten to you. seriously, how childish-” you began to scold him but immediately stopped speaking once you felt gwi-nam envelope you in a hug.

he was surprisingly warm and you found yourself returning the hug.

“i missed you so much” he whispered into the hug and you sighed slightly “im glad you’re safe y/n”

“im glad you’re safe too” you hummed before pulling away from the hug, when you finally looked at him you gasped slightly.

gwi-nam was missing an eye.

“w-what happened to you?” your brought your hand up to cup his cheek.

you couldn’t help but be nurturing towards gwi-nam. even though you stopped being his friend, you were once really close to him. you couldn’t stop yourself from caring.

“it’s a long story..y/n im so sorry for everything. im sorry for being a fucking bully and im sorry for being a bad person. i should’ve realised earlier but i regret everything, im sorry that my actions broke our friendship off. i care about you so much. please forgive me” gwi-nam took a hold of your hand that you had on his cheek.

you looked at gwi-nam’ facial expression and it broke you. he had tears in his eyes and he was definitely being genuine. you nodded your head, you were more than willing to forgive him. you now also had tears in your eyes and gwi-nam wrapped his arms around you again.

“thank you” he said into the hug and you tightened the hug.

after pulling away, you let out a small smile before rubbing his cheek.

“now tell me, what happened to your eye?” you questioned him and gwi-nam explained it all.

how he killed the principal and how he and cheong-san had gotten into a fight, how he was now a hambie and how he regretted it.

although it shocked you, you knew he trying to better and you could tell how much he regretted all of his actions. you thought about it before telling gwi-nam your plan. which was you were trying to get back to your friends including cheong-san who were now on the roof.

in an instant gwi-nam agreed to help you get to the roof so you both planned how to get to the roof.

you then soon found yourself knocking on the roof door. gwi-nam was fighting the zombies off while you desperately knocked to be let through to the roof.

“guys! it’s me, please open the door!” you yelled through the door and eventually it was opened.

you hastily called out to gwi-nam and you both quickly went through the door before slamming it shut. adrenaline pumped through you as you caught your breath, when you looked up you saw all of your friends stood watching you and gwi-nam.

“y/n why have you brought this asshole with you!?” cheong-san picked up a large piece of wood and held it up like he was ready to his gwi-nam.

you understood why but gwi-nam was going to be better so you instinctively put yourself infront of gwi-nam.

“look, i know you guys aren’t the best of friends but-” you began.

“not the best of friends? this asshole tried to kill me!” cheong-san yelled and you sighed.

“i know…but, i’ve spoken with him and he’s trying to be better. he asked for my forgiveness and i gave it to him. im not asking you to forgive him or to be friends with him..just give him a chance to prove himself” you said your part.

it took a while but eventually your friends agreed to give gwi-nam a chance. the only condition, was that you had to stay with gwi-nam no matter what to keep an eye on him.

you were more than happy to do so, you were just grateful your friends were even giving him a chance.

all of you were waiting for the army to hopefully arrive. you needed saving. a fire was burning in the middle of the roof and you all sat around it in a circle. cheong-san to the left of you and gwi-nam to your right.

“so what’s the plan if the army don’t arrive?” gwi-nam spoke up and cheong-san kissed his teeth in annoyance.

“we haven’t thought of that yet” you answered gwi-nam since no one else would.

“we should all start thinking about that, we can’t trust that they’ll come”

“i know, but we’re all trying to have some hope” you patted his leg.

“maybe it’s time to just breifly start thinking about it though”

“don’t tell us what to do! you just want to get us killed! you’re just the bullies gopher so know you’re place” cheong-san spat at gwi-nam while staring daggers into gwi-nam.

you paused as you noticed gwi-nam’ jaw clench and his fist roll up into ball.

god, this couldn’t be good.

you looked between the two who were glaring at each other now and gwi-bam for a split second looked at you before taking a deep breath in.

he then stood up and walked away into a corner.

“cheong-san please just give him a chance” you sent your friend a small smile before going to check on gwi-nam.

he was taking some deep breaths in and out while pacing up and down.

“that was really big of you to walk away” you told him and he stopped what he was doing.

“im trying to be better, for you” he looked at you and you nodded.

“i promise you y/n, i will be better. this might sound crazy to you but, y/n i care for you a lot. i didn’t even know it was possible to care this much for someone. i missed you so much and now that im here with you i feel things” gwi-nam was now standing directly in front of you.

your heart began to beat fast.

“i feel things that i’ve never felt for anyone before. y/n i love you and want to be with you. will you be my girlfriend?” gwi-nam finally admitted while placing a hand on your cheek.

you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard as gwi-nam rubbed soft circles on your cheek. you then let out the biggest grin while nodding.

“yes. a hundred times yes” you told him.

in an instance, you leaned in and pressed your lips onto gwi-nam’ lips. he kissed you back and brought his other hand to cup your other cheek to deepen the kiss.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as your hands rested on his torso.

after the kiss was over, he rested his forehead onto yours and you both just appreciated each other’s presence.

#kdrama imagine #all of us are dead #all of us are dead imagines #all of us are dead fic #gwi nam fic #gwi nam imagine #gwi nam #gwi nam imagines #gwi nam x reader #aouad imagines #aouad #writing #kdrama x reader #yoon gwi nam

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Me and Mr. Jones

Featuring actor, Eddie Jones

Back in 2003, I was working as a grip on a low budget film called Fighting Tommy Riley. It was 5 day shoot, but I was lucky enough to meet one of my favorite character actors, Eddie Jones. Best known to audiences as Superman’s adoptive father Pa Kent on Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, when Eddie was on set, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. When he was off-stage, his broad, bright smile would light up the room. He was a sexy man for his age of 69 with his broad face, imposing presence and solid build. When he was off-set, his broad, bright smile would light up the room.

Everyone who knew Eddie as a friend, or had the good fortune to share the stage with him, was touched by his gentle and generous nature. He was very nice and enjoyed the attention I paid to him. Actually talked to me. What had seemed like just a cute, older guy on set turned out to be a seriously hot daddy for which I was developing a major hard-on. I enjoyed passing the time by watching him work, fantasizing about him being naked.

How much of that fur, if any, spread across the rest of him? Did being big of stature mean he had a small dick or was he one of "nature's surprises" like I'd met once or twice? I really wanted a chance to find answers to these questions, but knew it wasn't likely to happen. He's married, but we all know that does not mean a thing.

That evening, after a very good meal in the dining car, I began the walk back to my trailer. I saw him at the other end of a narrow corridor. Slowing as we approached each other, we exchanged pleasantries.

"Hey Eddie." I said as we came up to each other.

"Hi there! Did you enjoy dinner?" He asked.

"Oh, yes. It was great."

"Good."

It was clear he was on his way somewhere, so I stepped back against one wall to let him by. It turned into to a moment I'd never forget. Not only did he fail to avoid brushing against me as he squeezed past, but he made a point of slowing down and actually pushing his ass into me as he slid by. There was a relaxed feeling to his butt muscles against my crotch. I immediately went hard. I don't think I'd ever gone fully erect that fast. Ever. I didn't even know a guy could.

After he slid past me he looked over his shoulder and smiled. This wasn't one of his professional "have a nice day" smiles. No. There was a distinct twinkle in his eye. He continued down the corridor leaving me standing there staring after him.

"I'll be checking on you around 8:30." Eddie said without looking back.

"Fine." I replied with a dazed grin. I continued down the corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he'd left in my pants.

At 8:30 sharp, I lightly tap on his trailer door. The door opened to those sexy blue eyes looking at me as he flashed that warm smile again. Eddie made a quick check to see if there was anyone to see me enter before letting me in. While stepping in he closed, locked the door in a single motion and we fell into an embrace, sharing a long passionate kiss. We began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn't know if he was eager or just didn't have much time to "fuck around" before going home to the wife, but he wasn't waiting for any conversation. And I certainly didn't mind.

As his shirt came off I saw that, though not quite as hairy as some of the "chubs" I liked to see, but there was plenty of body hair to enjoy. His forearms were thick leading to those masculine hands I'd admired earlier. I continued down his stomach until it ended in a mostly black bush above his rising cock. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands.

His cut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there, his hands on my shoulders. I could smell old fashioned cologne along with his natural musk. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up again to enjoy a good look at his knob before licking around the tip.

I pushed Eddie toward a nearby couch and he sat down. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access. I worked my tongue around his dickhead as my other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I'd expected. I thought about what his load might taste like. I took his dick in my hands, stroking up and down as I worked my tongue down under his nuts. I gnawed gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more. After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, "No!"  

I was nearly knocked over as he jumped up. He was getting too close, too soon so I paused and waited for his cue. Whatever he wanted next, I was going to do my best to please him; not that I didn't have ideas of my own.

Earlier in the day I'd fantasized about what it'd be like to fuck him. Those fantasies were about to be realized as Eddie turned around knelt on the couch with his butt now at my eye level. I set in quickly on eating his ass. I covered his hole with my tongue and licked long, broad strokes up and down his crack. Starting low against the back of his balls and on up to where his crack ended at his tailbone. I continued slowly moving up then down again. He moaned deep and low. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face.

I slid my tongue into his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn't get my tongue in any further. Eddie continued moaning as I worked my tongue in and around. I felt him start to relax even more as he leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit.

Eddie was breathing heavily when I finally stood up. He looked back without saying anything, but his sexy blue-eyed gaze told me he was ready for me to stick my cock in. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and paused: this was the moment I wanted to last forever.

As the head of my dick slipped in he gasped. He was pretty tight and I didn't want to hurt him. So I kept the pressure constant while letting him take me in at his own pace, leaning back into me. Putting his hands against the back of the couch, Eddie rose up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way.

"Yes…" Eddie moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.

It looked so hot to see my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. He turned back to face me again and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held a kiss as I worked his ass. He turned back to the wall and moaned as I continued, now moving a bit quicker. Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. I continued to pick up the pace. My fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder. His ass felt so good that I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.  

I was about to pop as Eddie pushed back hard into me. That was my cue to go for it. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get.  

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. He was moaning and rocking, his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock.  

"Yes! Yessss…" Eddie said, ending in a whisper.

As my cock's throbbing lessened and I started to go soft I reached around and under to jack him off, but to my surprise, he had already cum. So I slowly pulled out and stepped back. Eddie stayed kneeling laying his head back down on his arms. I stared at his hole, now visibly open wider than when I'd first gone down on it. I could see traces of my cum as I watched the hole pulsing along with his breathing.

#Me and Mr. Jones #eddie jones #fan fiction #actor #american actor

[drysaladandketchup]

Mattdrai and 14 please for the Game. Thank you 💜

Thank you, anon! Once again I have failed to understand the word 'mini'. Seriously never ask me to write something short I don't know how to anymore. I hope it's to your liking :)

14. things you said after you kissed me

He expects a lot of things when he walks into the airport toting his life behind him in a suitcase: the drone of hundreds of voices, the inevitable bustle of bodies, brightly lit screens flashing so much information it makes your head spin, lines, because there's always lines everywhere for everything, the smell of fifteen different coffee shops vying for traveller's attention. Fuck knows he's going to need one of those soon.

What he doesn't expect is to be grabbed mid-yawn as he's on his way to check his luggage. If he was already jittery about the move before, he nearly has a heart attack now when a hand latches onto his bicep and drags him into a shadowy alcove, half-concealed by a thick pillar.

Matthew's brain very unhelpfully provides him with the image of being mugged before he's even out of Calgary. Pissed off fans angry he's leaving for bright, sunny, warm-all-year-round Florida, perhaps? Some even more pissed off Edmontonian who saw he was leaving and came down here thinking now's my chance? He wouldn't put it past some of them.

He's not too far off the mark with that last one. When he rips his arm free and spins to face his assailant, he laughs right in their face.

"Jesus, dude, you look like a stalker."

In fairness, Leon usually dresses pretty decent. But right now he's in plain jeans and a thick, unassuming pull-over sweater--it's fucking summer in Calgary, who does that?--with the hood pulled up over a snap-back, head ducked low so the brim hides part of his face.

"Didn't want to be recognized," Leon says, somewhat defensively, like he's only now realising how very conspicuous he looks in a place like this.

"I got that." Matthew checks his phone. He's got a bit of time for... for whatever this is, so he sets his stuff down and leans against the wall across from Leon. It only puts a couple feet of space between them.

"What are you doing here?"

Leon tugs the hood and hat off his head, runs fingers through his hair. It's still pretty long--Leon's let it grow since the spring, and Matthew has very distinct memories of running fingers through it--but it's also uncharacteristically messy. He doesn't look entirely focused, either; there's shadows under his eyes.

"I came to see you," Leon says.

Suddenly, Matthew really wishes he wasn't here. Either of them. It's been two weeks since they've seen each other, since Matthew broke the news. Not that it was Leon's business. They weren't... weren't anything. Not partners, anyways. Not really. And this was Matthew's choice, his career, his future he was considering. That had to come first.

But now Leon's here, and Matthew has never wanted to run so badly in his life. This didn't feel like running before. The earth could split open and swallow him whole, and it would be kinder than that look on Leon's face, all anger and desperation and confusion and... God, he looks so fucking tired.

It's a 9am flight to Florida. It's just past six now. The sun's barely up.

"Have you slept at all?" Matthew asks, instead of a million other questions.

Leon shoves his hands in the pocket of his sweater and shakes his head. "I couldn't."

"So you drove all the way down here."

"Don't sound so surprised."

"Hard not to be when you haven't talked to me in weeks."

Leon's mouth twists. Slumped back against the wall, curled in on himself, it may be one of the few times Matthew could ever say he looks small. Fragile.

Sighing, Leon finally, finally looks Matthew in the eye. He's not scowling like the last time they met, the night he stood in Matthew's doorway and told him he didn't understand anything before storming out of Matthew's life.

"I thought we should talk. Before you go," Leon says.

Matthew does understand, now. He put it together staring at Leon's back as he disappeared into the night. He knows why Leon's really here. What he really means.

I wanted to see you.

It's amazing how many people say Leon is hard to read. He's always been an open book to Matthew, even when he was snapping and bearing his teeth. All his emotions spilling from the pages.

"Okay." Matthew swallows. "We can talk."

Neither of them does, for a minute. They stare at each other, through each other. Remembering. Committing all the little details to memory. Matthew's palms tingle with the urge to touch.

"You kissed me," Leon finally says, "then said you were leaving."

Yeah, not Matthew's finest moment, if he's being honest. But he didn't know what else to do. There was already so much turmoil around the trade and the shit going on with the Flames.

And then there was Leon. There was no way it wouldn't be gruesome.

"How long did you know?" Leon's voice is rigid, but still calm. "Would you actually have told me, if I hadn't come to see you?"

A year ago, yeah, he would have said it was none of Leon's damn business. Why would he care? But they've come a long way since then. Farther than Matthew could have anticipated. Farther than he realised, until he was staring at Leon's retreating back and silently begging him to turn around, to come back, to stay.

Of course Matthew was going to tell him. He's not an asshole. But that's not what this is about.

"Does it really matter?"

"It matters to me."

"You're not here because you're pissed I didn't tell you sooner."

He knows why Leon's here, and he knows why part of him is stupidly happy Leon is here. Even if nothing will change.

"Did you even think about how I'd--" Leon groans, scratches at the back of his head.

"I did," Matthew says, because it's the truth. Of course he thought about Leon. How could he not?

Leon's gaze drops to the floor, and he grits out, "Fuck. I wanted to do this better."

Matthew can practically hear time ticking by. His heartbeat makes a good clock, thudding away in his chest.

"What is this, Leon? What do you want?"

Dangerous question. Leon could say a million things that would make Matthew's entire resolve waver. If they're not done, if there's even a sliver of hope...

But Leon doesn't say anything. Instead he steps forward, cups Matthew's face between his hands, and kisses him. Not rough or desperate. There's no urgency. It's slow and deep and bruising, and Matthew melts into it because he could never do anything else, and Leon holds tight like he thinks Matthew will disappear if he doesn't.

It's an apology and a confession. It's not the first time they've kissed, but it may be the first time it's been an honest one.

It doesn't last long. Matthew barely has time to taste it, savour it, get a fistful of Leon's hoodie like he's the one threatening to leave. There's a moment as Leon pulls back where Matthew thinks he's imagined it all. Where it feels like something precious is slipping between his fingers.

But no, Leon's still there when he opens his eyes, pressed from hip to chest, noses brushing, beard catching Matthew's freshly shaved cheek. Hot breathes mingle between their mouths.

"Would you stay," Leon whispers, hand sliding back to tangle through Matthew's curls, "if I asked?"

He didn't ask the night Matthew told him. He was too angry, too upset. It took Matthew too long to realise why, to recognise what he was seeing on Leon's face was heartbreak.

But they both know the answer. Still, Matthew closes his eyes and takes the luxury of thinking about it. Considers the possibilities.

"Would you actually ask?" he says.

Leon's fingers curl around the back of Matthew's neck. "If I thought you'd actually say yes."

"But you won't."

"No."

"Because you know I won't."

"I know."

"It's not you."

"I know." Leon steps back only as far as Matthew's grip on his hoodie will allow. "Fuck, you don't make things easy."

Matthew chuckles. "When have I ever? You're not winning any awards either."

Leon scoffs.

"Still," Matthew says. "This is better than what you said to me the first time we kissed."

"What did I say?"

"Pretty sure it was, 'Get the fuck out of my arena.' And something about hoping I lose my next game."

Leon smirks. Doesn't look even a little sorry. "And did you lose your next game?"

"Fuck off." Matthew shoves his shoulder, unable to keep a grin from tugging at his mouth.

He looks away only long enough to straighten out his shirt and run a hand through his hair, but when he looks back, Leon isn't smiling anymore, and his brows are pulled low.

"I really fucked up my timing, huh?"

Matthew winces. "Just a little, yeah." Makes two of us. He's about to say more but Leon waves a hand.

"But you were going to leave anyways, I know. I got it."

"Leon--"

"I'm not here to stop you. I just wanted to... you know."

I don't want this to be over. I want to make this work.

Still an open book.

Matthew angles his head, forces Leon's eyes back to him, staring right into that mystifying grey-blue that always reminded him of a thunderstorm. Everything about Leon kind of reminds him of one. What does that make Matthew? A whirlwind? A hurricane? Storms, both of them.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Matthew steps closer, crowding Leon against the wall this time. They may not have known what they were doing before, but Matthew knows what he wants now.

Leon must have found his answer too, because he kisses Matthew again, no less meaningful than the last, pulling Matthew into his body, into his hands, his mouth. Breathing his air and tasting his tongue, giving and taking until they're light-headed and fitting pieces of each other together.

"You better not be fucking with me, Draisaitl," Matthew pants out once he's got his breath back.

He doesn't get far before he's pulling Leon to him, into his arms, getting the bulk of him in a crushing hug. And Leon hugs him back, a deep laugh rumbling right in Matthew's ear and fingers carving into his back. That's answer enough.

Somehow, Matthew is strong enough to let go. And just like that the world is moving again. He's too aware of everything outside their little alcove, so loud and invasive. He's running out of time. His future's waiting for him down south.

When they step back out into bright lights and bustling strangers, Leon's got his hat and hood back on, keeping his head tilted low. He doesn't stray far, bumping Matthew's arm every so often as he walks with him through luggage check and down towards the gates.

They get to security, and for the first time since the trade decision was made, Matthew hesitates. This is what he wanted. What he still wants. What he needs. The only variable left is...

Leon has stopped a few steps behind, leaving Matthew stranded and alone. He turns back around to find Leon watching him silently. They may as well be the only ones in the world, the way his vision tunnels.

"Well," Matthew says, words clogging his throat. "Guess I'll... see you around. We'll talk. I'll call, or..."

"I'm serious, Matthew." His name always sounds beautiful and dangerous on Leon's tongue. "About this. You and me."

And fuck, Matthew's only human. He drops his bag, marches back over to Leon and tugs him into another kiss. He nearly knocks the hat off Leon's head with the force, crushing his lips and clacking their teeth together. It doesn't even matter if people see them.

One more time. Just one more. Until they can see each other again.

"I know." Matthew shudders against Leon's eager mouth, kissing the smile that breaks out under his lips. "I want to try us too."

He swallows the strangled sound that comes up from Leon's throat, tipsy with it, like he's getting drunk just from this. Is that possible? Fuck knows, but he sure as hell wants to find out one day.

Matthew jerks back, breathless, hot-cheeked, and beaming.

"And I'm gonna be fucking great."

If Leon wasn't slack-jawed, if they weren't the them they are now, he would have chirped Matthew to high hell. If they were on the ice he'd probably put Matthew into the boards just for fun.

But the Leon here and now only scoffs, shaking his head like he's been well and truly defeated. Then he smiles.

"Yeah, I know. So get the fuck out of here and go be great."

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #florida trade drama my beloved #there's photos of them making out in the airport all over social media the next day. publicity shitstorm. good luck boys #This is over 2k. Even less 'mini' then my last one wtf is wrong with me #I used to be able to write drabbles but no no no too many ideas to write down now it seems #I realise this has the same 'can't admit we're in love until it's too late' energy as my last ask fic but apparently that's my fave trope #I CAN write other dynamics I swear

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Clingy 🔞 [Part 6]

In which Jungkook learns more about you and, in return, opens up to you as well.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Wolf hybrid!Jungkook, Otter hybrid!Reader, Angst, strangers to ???

Additional Chapter Warnings: He's so in love it's disgusting, soft hours, it's cute only little angst this time

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A crash wakes him up, nestled into blankets that smell so distinctively of you that it makes him dizzy for a moment before he realizes where he actually is. And once he hears a painful hiss from you, he's instantly on his feet.

"Ow.. I'm sorry, I woke you up, didn't I?" You sheepishly say, sitting on the kitchen floor. He sighs, leaning down towards you to check for any injuries, but you wave him off, smiling. "I'm fine, just clumsy. This happens constantly!" You laugh, but the wolf hybrid doesn't see the joke in it.

"What were you even trying to do?" He asks, before yawning, slowly waking up properly now that the adrenaline leaves again.

"Reach the flour. It's in that big box there." You point to one of multiple colorful storage containers on top of your kitchen's hanging cupboards. "But I slipped on the counter when I was standing on it.."

"Why didn't you wake me?" He sighs. "I would've gotten it for you. You could've seriously hurt yourself." He scolds, brows all scrunched up and face serious. What if you had hit your head or anything even worse? And you just casually saying all of this as if it's a natural occurrence doesn't really help him at all. Now he feels even more protective of you.

"You were asleep, and I didn't wanna wake you." You just shrug, slowly standing up with his help. "Do you always sleep so long?" You laugh, opening the fridge to get some juice out to drink for you.

"No." He answers, scratching the back of his head in thought. "I usually wake up early to work out. What time is it?" He wonders.

"10!" You chirp, glass of juice in hands while your time bear-like ears wiggle on your head.

He doesn't understand. He usually does his workout, eats breakfast, and then starts his day. He never sleeps this long in the first place, he's not lazy- so why does he want to get you back into bed and underneath the warm covers so fucking badly?

It's not even sexual in nature. He already caught himself getting almost angry at the fact that you held onto a stuffed animal at some point during the night instead of him. He got jealous of an inanimate object. What the hell was going on with him?

"Do you have work today?" You wonder, and a bitter taste flows into his heart, it seems. He shakes his head. He doesn't have work, but he will have to go back to his job soon after his break. How will he be able to keep you while also keeping his job? Why does the mere thought of doing what he did for years at this point disgust him now?

He knows it's because it's not you. He knows, deep down, it's because there's emotions involved that he's unable to control nor turn off. It's worse because it's clear that you're also interested in him, despite all of this.

He doesn't want this anymore, he realizes. He doesn't want to go back to how things have been. He doesn't want what's become his routine. He doesn't want to leave you and this chance of change behind, no matter how intimidating it is.

Wordlessly, he walks towards you to carefully place down the empty glass from your hands onto the kitchen table behind you. His face is unreadable as he slowly pulls you into an embrace that's not just a quiet request for comfort. It's not just him holding you, and it's not just a hug.

It's a decision. It's a new start.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #hybrid au #hybrid jungkook #jungkook hybrid au

[konigsblog]

If König pissed me off I would bite into banana ice cream (my second favourite ice cream flavour is banana and strawberry) then I would eat a banana in front of him for extra damage. I will even deep throat the fruit for an extra slap in his face

But if he seriously pissed me off I am getting mint chocolate ice cream, bananas, true oranges, and anything peanut I can find be it Reese's cups or peanut butter or just straight peanuts and making a God awful Frankenstein abomination to feast upon in front of the man

I am a petty bitch and I am not above putting brussel sprouts in it as I can eat an ungodly amount of them and still enjoy it. Sensory issues be damned, I do not care if the texture of all the things put together want to make me kill myself my pettiness is enough determination to make me eat every bite just to see the disgust on his face

Also tangerines and clementines do not smell as strong or as bad as oranges and are different enough that you can have an allergy to true oranges but not them. And I love cucumbers but I also hate a lot of bubblegum products unless it is the slush puppy bubblegum slushies but König would get along with my cousin who adores anything bubblegum flavoured

not be judgemental, but... banana ice cream ??? 😨😨

könig would be jealous watching you put a spoonful of peanut butter into your ice-cream, alongside reese's pieces and peanuts. you're torturing him, he can't watch !!! he will grumble, watching from afar, bitter at the smell of the peanut butter from the kitchen.

he'll be disgusted at the brussel sprouts, and the distinctive smell of the bananas though... he's not sure whether to feel jealous, or disgusted, watching you eat it, a concoction of random foods that definitely shouldn't be paired together... 😣

and, i honestly didn't know there was a difference between mandarins, clementines, tangerines and oranges, i thought it was a size difference, because i can't taste the difference !! 😭

[waokevale]

@the-valiant-valkyrie 's DST teas review (VERY LATE)

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WX-78 Blend

By itself, it smells very herbal, the lemon aroma is very distinguishable and pleasant. I added about a teaspoon or so, and brewed it for the recommended time on the page. At first it tastes somewhat like chamomile, then, I added sugar and lemon juice and it started taking on a more homey vibe. The lemon certainly brought out the distinct black tea flavor + strengthened the natural lemon flavoring.

Update: made it a second time, this time added two and a half teaspoons of sugar, 2 slices of lemon and a touch of lemon zest (for about 3/4 of the 400ml mug filled.) It was AMAZING, very pleasant flavor, lightly sour and sweet, brings back memories, legit became one of my favorite teas, I'd definitely buy a bigger bag at some point in the future if it'd still be available.

All in all I would highly recommend it, If you're fond of relaxing teas such as this one.

First impression: 6/10

Current impression: 8.5/10

(forgive my shitty phone lighting)

Walani Blend

Upon first smelling it, it's very fruity and exotic, that smells only intensifies upon brewing.

Quite sour by itself, adding a tad of sugar (about 2 and a half teaspoons per half a 400ml mug for me, again) then it's just a right mix of sweet and sour, the flavor somewhat reminds me of raspberry. You can pick out the orange and mango if you feel for it, but they're not that intense. The coconut and apple are the most pronounced in the aftertaste.

(Overall, very enjoyable, especially on mornings and late nights 6.5/10)

Lunar Blend

The coconut gives it a very nutty feel, with the added scent of flowers.

When brewed, dull and slightly bitter without any add-ons, although the coconut and chocolate chips are especially prominent. When added some cream and sweetener, it becomes more light, it doesn't have an especially compelling flavor, but it's not bad either.

(Then again I'm not an expert on tea, 98% of the time I just drink black tea)

For me personally, it's a 5/10

Willow blend

When first smelling it, the dark chocolate and strawberry are the most distinguishable, cinnamon is only there if you really smell for it. After brewing, both of the formerly mentioned scents mixed further.

By itself it's very bitter obviously, but after adding some cream and sugar, it tastes more like coffee with a note of strawberry and cinnamon.

There's also a herbal after taste.

Overall pleasant , though people who like their tea with milk/cream would enjoy it the most.

First impression: 5.5/10

Second impression 6/10

Wormwood Blend

Straight out of the box it has a wild berry feel to it with a flowery scent.

After brewing it, momentarily the mint leaves make themselves known, but after tasting, they're only present in the after taste.

The chamomile becomes very distinct, with the flowers on the side. I can taste some hibiscus, orange and the apples, but they're not that present.

I added a bit of lemon and sugar and the taste immediately changed into a more comforting sweet tea.

Overall 7.5/10 for me

Woodie and Lucy Blend

When fiest opened, it smells very nutty and sweet. The apple and the safflower are barely noticable, you'd have to seriously smell it, in order to feel them.

Upon brewing, the fruity scent catches up to the nutty one, and it becomes sort of a mix of the two.

At first I added some almond milk and maple syrup, but it just didn't stick with me. It was alright, but there was just something missing.

The second time I added some UHT cream and condensed milk and JACKPOT, this was it (at least for me) the cream softened up the flavor and the condensed milk made it sweeter, more cozy, it adapted perfectly for my taste.

First impression: 5/10

Second impression 7.5/10

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All in all, very nice teas! I recommend y'all try them!

#dst #don't starve #dst teas #adagio #good stuff

[thatsexcpisces]

Turn-on’s : VENUS sign edition

Aries venus :

Adventurous partners, aggression in the bedroom, directness and straightforwardness, compliments, celebrating their victories, taking them out a lot (fun dates), roasting them playfully, confidence, frequent contact

Taurus Venus:

Buying them meaningful gifts, bringing them food, having good style, soft kisses, being reliable, taking them to their favorite locations, letting them get their way every now and then, watching shows together, cozy dates

Gemini Venus:

Humor, intellectual communication, deep convos late at night, being full of surprises, showing interest in their hobbies, learning new thing with them, someone who knows how to take a joke, dirty talk

Cancer Venus:

Cooking for them, validating their emotions, long hugs, remembering their interests, taking them to places where the 2 of you will be alone, being kind to their family & introducing them to your family, giving them words of reassurance, small affectionate gestures

Leo Venus:

COMPLIMENTS, directing all your focus and attention on them, showering them with affection, buying them gifts, hyping them up, spontaneously planned dates, being honest and direct, letting them express themselves even if it’s dramatically, bold displays of love

Virgo Venus:

Remembering small details about them, being punctual when they expect you to, keeping your word on promises, bringing them their favorite drink/coffee, taking them somewhere in nature, making them feel comfortable to be themselves, taking care of your hygiene

Libra Venus:

Buying them self-care products, telling them they look good, dressing nicely, being polite with others, having a great sense of humor, taking pictures of them, introducing them to your friends, having good tastes in aesthetic and food, clear communication, making them feel special.

Scorpio Venus:

Deep convos, lots of touch and physical affection, showing them your true side and self, raw honesty, intensity and passion, smelling good, having good taste in music, playfully teasing them, showing your spiritual side, reading their signals correctly, movie references, respecting their boundaries

Sagittarius Venus:

Someone who knows what they want, lots of spontaneity and travel with their partner!! (Take them on adventurous dates/vacays), giving them freedom, showing them your fun side, dark humour, philosophical and deep discussions, making fun of them in a teasing way, blunt honesty, someone who enjoys new things

Capricorn Venus:

Farmers market dates, helping them accomplish something, words of affirmation, taking them seriously, buying them/spending money the things they enjoy, remembering the tiniest things about them, taking their constructive criticism and advice without nagging, maturity, sarcastic humor, letting your actions speak louder than words

Aquarius Venus:

Encouraging their unique ideas, fascinating and intellectual conversations, people who have unique and individualistic qualities to them, giving them space, being accepting and non-judgmental, introducing new things they probably had no idea about, wittiness, making distinctive displays of love, inside jokes, being ambitious, showing interest in their hobbies/aesthetics

Pisces Venus:

Making playlists for them, showing them you want a deeper connection, someone who isn’t afraid to show how much they love them, talking about conspiracy theories with them, sentimentality, having basic etiquette (holding the door open/giving them your hoodie if they’re cold, etc), emotional intelligence, holding their hand, making time for them, supporting their interests and ideas

#astrology #astrology observations #zodiac signs #zodiac #aries #gemini #leo #taurus #aquarius #capricorn #venus signs #capricorn venus #pisces venus #libra venus #astrology tips #astrology notes #astrotips #zodiac observations #cancer venus #love #relationship #scorpio

[kiwisfics]

Summary: Jealous Werewolf fluff. I will not apologize. Fluff.

A/N: I have... a lot of were-animal ocs so I think writing stuff like this is so fun. The parcel bomb reference is toward how Dick and S/O met in most of my Dick fics. Roy only got dragged into this because he was the first person that came to mind after Oliver. I might have started more WIPs instead of finishing old ones but... I went off the deep end with my Dick hyperfixation.

C/W: Jealousy, territorial and possessive Dick, but not necessarily in a toxic way. Protective Damian makes an appearance.

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The pack tended to be closeknit. It was expected of packs, so the curiosity of a new person wearing the scent of the Waynes was fair. Even more so when the person wearing the scent was a human.

 The scent overwhelming the rest of the family’s was Dick Grayson’s—noticeably sweeter and less sharp than the rest of the pack’s tended to be—which drew its own attention from the attendees of the gala. A couple of the women sent her scathing looks, but she choose to ignore them. Dick and the rest of the family had all given her fair warning that some of the attendants might be annoyed over a human taking one of their own off of the market.

Dick’s scent and the fact that she was a human didn’t deter some of the men’s attention being placed on her. She ignored it just as totally as she ignored the glares, far more interested in keeping her head down and not making a scene that Bruce would need to smooth over.

Damian was hovering at her hip, flashing warning looks at anyone who came too close or stared for too long. Wolves weren’t any more dangerous than the humans of Gotham generally, but he remained vigilant regardless. Besides, wolves did tend to be territorial over their pack members, especially if it was a human being welcomed among them.

“The bodyguard act seems a little unnecessary, Dami.”

Said boy huffed in response, “You can’t be allowed to roam unattended in this den of wolves.”

“Well, I walk around the manor all the time without an escort.”

“Hey, that’s a little rude, bird.” Dick’s chin rested against her shoulder as he appeared, apparently finished with meeting his socializing quota of the night. She could practically feel the glares of the women that he’d left behind to return to her side.

“You’re literally wolves. It’s in the title.” She teased him as he tilted his head to take a not-so-subtle sniff at her neck. She didn’t acknowledge the affection until he began to nuzzle against her. “Are you seriously marking me right now? Didn’t you do a good enough job before we got here? You were doing this exact thing for thirty minutes straight.”

“A little extra never hurts. Besides, you’re starting to pick up on other packs’ scents.”

“You’re one to talk. I can practically smell the perfume of all those girls clinging onto you and I’m not even a wolf.”

“I don’t like how people are looking at you.” He mumbled the words with his face still tucked against her neck, being bold enough to nip at her pulse lightly.

She bit back a surprised squeak at the bite, “Yeah, well, I don’t like how they’re looking at you either. At least the ones staring at me have an excuse. I’m the only human here, of course they’re staring.”

Before Dick could reply, a familiar voice caught their attention, “Hey, [Name]!”

She perked up instantly, while Dick grumbled something under his breath before pulling away from her neck and standing straight. His arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively, but there was nothing unusual about that.

“Hey! What’re you doing here, Roy?”

Dick didn’t give him a chance to answer, “I didn’t know Bruce invited Ollie.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she had the distinct impression that there was some kind of wolfy interaction occurring beneath the two’s words. “He did, but Jason actually invited me.”

Dick huffed, the sound an obvious inclination that he was annoyed. “I didn’t know you knew [Name].”

“Met her through Jason. I didn’t know that you two were mates.”

Dick fixed the other male with a glare, teeth clenching and eyes narrowing like he’d said something offensive. [Name] had never seen him take a stance like he did now, back straight as a rod and shoulders squared to make himself bigger. If she hadn’t been so close to both of the men, she might have been worried, but, really, it was just cute to see him get so jealous over something so small, especially when he’d only moments before been drowning in the midst of a group of well-dressed women vying for his attention.

She placed her hand on his chest, turning herself against his side as she did, which gave him the opportunity to pull her even closer. “Dick, it’s-” She was cut off by an unfamiliar sound rumbling in his chest. “Are you growling?”

The question seemed to snap him out of whatever territorial mindset he’d entered and his attention was suddenly back on her, a guilty look in his eyes that reminded her of a misbehaved puppy.

“It’s okay.” She had to bite back her laugh at the look he was giving her, like he was fully convinced she was about to shove him away from her so she could make a run for it, “You didn’t scare me. And I’m not mad that you’re jealous.”

Roy snickered behind her, and she sent him a sharp side-eye. That was all it took for him to raise his hands and back away.

“I didn’t know that you knew any other wolves.” He lowered his head again to hide against her neck, more in a bid for affection than an attempt to mark her this time.

“I met him not long after the parcel bomb thing. Jason was on guard duty one night and Roy crashed the party looking for Jason. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not.” He took a breath, releasing whatever tension remained in his muscles, “You don’t have to tell me everyone you know. Don’t think that. I was just being jealous. You didn’t do anything wrong. That was all me.”

“Well, I can’t blame you. You pick up on a lot more than me, so if I’m jealous of all the girls looking at you, then I’m sure you’re way more jealous of all the guys eyeing me. Even if they’re only looking at me because I’m a human.”

“They’re not. If Damian wasn’t giving them looks that could kill, I guarantee at least half of the men staring would be trying to make a move on you.” He growled against her neck, his grip on her hips tightening.

“We can go, if you want.”

He pulled away from her to meet her eyes, “You’re sure? If you want to stay, I don’t want to be the reason you think we should-”

“Dick, I am in the most nauseating dress I’ve ever worn. If it gets me out of this dress, then I’d gladly go to work right now. I would love to spend my time with you outside of this stupid gala.” She got to her tiptoes as he stood straight and got as close to his ear as she could, careful to whisper it as low as she could with the heightened senses of the other attendants in mind, “You look better in the Nightwing suit than the tux anyway.”

If he’d had a tail at the moment, she was sure it’d be wagging.

“Then what are we waiting for? After you.” He gave a dramatic bow as he gestured to the exit.

She patted Damian on the head as she moved towards the door, “If Bruce asks, say something came up.”

Damian wrinkled his nose in disgust, “I’m not lying just so you two can go tongue-wrestle.”

“I’ll tell Alfred that I broke the vase in the living room.”

There was no hesitation, “Deal.”

“Works every time.”

#x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dc x reader #dc imagine #fluff #dc #werewolf #werewolf au

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@hpsaffics feb 10 - voyeurism/exhibitionism - 3.2k words (apologies hjfkjds) - NSFW

for ino @veryinnovative <3

There’s a sigh from behind Dorcas and then a body draping over her back where she’s in the pleasantly hot and salty smelling water all the way down to her shoulders.

A smile tugs at her lips and she reaches behind through the water for the backs of Pandora’s knees as the other tangles her arms above Dorcas’ chest.

Another heavy sigh, put upon and bordering on melodramatic—god, she really is so cute. Dorcas is gonna have to put her in timeout. Or maybe herself, for everyone’s collective safety. 

She keeps wading them through the water, following Regulus’ black head of curls, and then it’s a noise, a chilly nose nuzzling at the crook of Dorcas’ neck from behind and she can’t help but snicker, “Something wrong, mon cheri?”

Pandora sighs, like she’s faced with a pile of her least favourite work instead of the relaxing thermal bath they’re currently in.

“C’mon, sweets,” Dorcas gently scratches her short nails against Pandora’s bare knee, “Talk to me.”

Pandora mumbles something unintelligible into the hinge of her jaw and Dorcas dips lower into the water to mask the shiver that goes through her whole body.

“Couldn’t quite hear you there.”

Pandora harrumphs, legs tightening in the old around Dorcas’ hips. “Just– dunno,” she deflates slightly, cheek smushed against Dorcas’ shoulder, “Can’t seem to get out of my mood.”

Dorcas hums knowingly, drawing soothing circles on top of her thighs where she’s still holding onto her. Pandora and Evan had been arguing the whole car ride, she told Dorcas she’d slept awfully and when she dropped an open tupperware of fruit as they were packing Pandora nearly started crying. 

“Here,” Dorcas says, turning in the loose embrace and tugging the other girl around to her front, “C’mere, babe.”

Further up front it seems Barty has found a seating ledge under the water which he’s currently taking up as much space on as physically possible while Evan tugs Regulus closer, hooking a chin around his shoulder and watching Barty’s shenanigans with a smirk and glare respectively.

Once Pandora is settled in front of her, legs hooked around her hips and an adorably pitiful pout on her face, Dorcas can’t help but coo at her a little. Wide honey eyes, flecks of gold and her bleached curls sopping wet at the ends where they’re already dunked in the water. The sweetest rosy lips, the small, dark mole under the right corner of her mouth. Dorcas lifts a hand to hold her still by the chin and places a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.

Pandora’s eyelids flutter a bit, the crease between her eyebrows mellowing and Drocas grins, feeling warmer from the inside out, which shouldn’t be quite possible given the bath temperature but never underestimate the charm of a Rosier, she guesses.

The Rosiers got that distinct air around them, too, that no matter the size of your balls makes you start to squirm after only so many minutes of them simply staring at you. Mustering, eyeing, scrutinising, assessing and Dorcas tries to ignore it now on Pandora as she manoeuvres them to one of the underwater pressure nozzles built on the side of the pool wall.

“How’s that feel?” Dorcas mumbles as she positions them in line of the nozzle, directed at Pandora’s back.

Her mouth falls open a little and then her eyes roll back with a groan, legs tightening around Dorcas once more and she has to swallow. Their breasts bump and there’s glitter on the white triangles covering Pandora’s but Dorcas can still see her pert nipples whenever they come up above the surface. Honestly, it’s highly distracting.

“This is better than sex,” Pandora announces, eyes closed in bliss right in front of Dorcas’ face.

A tug in Dorcas’ gut but her mouth tips into a grin, “Then you probably haven’t had any good sex lately.”

“You know I haven’t,” she whines, leaning back and it does something to Dorkas again. Yep, timeout should definitely be something to seriously be considered as of now.

Pandora tips her head back down and fixes Dorcas with a considering glance, lips contorted like it happens when she’s thinking. 

Uh oh.

“Cass,” and it’s unbearably sweet.

“Yeah?”

Pandora’s expression mellows and slips so fast into an amused grin Dorcas feels like experiencing whiplash. Her whole face lights up, pink colour returning to her tan skin and teeth shown in a brilliant smile, a gap between the two front incisors. And then she’s leaning in, giggling and whispering like she’s telling a secret, “The nozzle is blasting away my panties.”

Dorcas blinks and then her hands quickly abandon where she was kneading the muscle of Pandora’s thighs to scramble for the fabric of her swimming underwear. It is indeed all the way down at the crease of her thighs and Dorcas quickly tangles her fingers in to yank it back up as she side-steps the nozzle.

Pandora is laughing like it’s the most amusing thing in the world and Dorcas slips her tongue into the side of one cheek, glaring at her friend as she shakes in Dorcas’ hold.

They stay like this for a few moments, everything around them blurring to an unimportant background muffle as Pandora giggles sweetly into Dorcas’ neck and Dorcas tries not to bite into the elegant rounding of her shoulder or the jut of her collarbones. She’s wearing a small golden chain with a star pendant and a little purple amethyst. Dorcas’ birthstone.

Once she’s calmed down, Pandora pulls back but not far, grinning a little lopsided as she looks at Dorcas.

Dorcas wants to kiss her.

A bleached eyebrow raises pointedly, a predator playing, “You can take your hands off my ass now if you want.”

As if on reflex, Dorcas’ fingers tighten and she barely represses a noise when she, indeed, feels the meat of Pandora’s ass in them. Her heart skips a beat in her chest and then picks back up a little too strongly, “What if I don’t want to?”

Pandora hums, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, “Then don’t.”

Dorcas nods, lips tugging into a smirk and she leans in to place a kiss against Pandora’s cheek, to murmur in her ear, “Feel any better now?”

Pandora nods, her curls tickling Dorcas’ nose. “Still tense though.” Fingers slipping up between the roots of her braids.

“Think I can help with that?”

Another nod, a hum that’s more of a little moan and Dorcas tugs Pandora forward against her, delighting in the gasp she elicits.

Her mouth pulls into a grin, “Legs down, sweets.”

Pandora makes a noise in protest but she lets herself be handled when it’s clear Dorcas is pulling her over one of her thighs in the water.

She throws a look over the back of her shoulder to confirm that the others are still mostly outside of ear shot and otherwise occupied.

When she turns back Pandora is gazing up at her through her lashes with a slack mouth and Dorcas makes a noise in appreciation before she grabs her by the hips and starts a slow rhythm against her bare thigh.

It takes a moment to figure it out, what with the water slowing their movements but Dorcas knows it works when Pandora makes a little noise that sounds equally surprised as it does needy. One of her hands comes down to clutch at her waist, fingers slipping under the belly beads Dorcas is perpetually wearing and Dorcas can’t help but tug a little rougher on the next shift of hips.

“Kiss me?” Pandora whimpers, their noses only a hair width apart but Dorcas tips her head to the side and out of reach.

“We’re gonna get found out, love,” and Pandora’s eyebrows furrow again, a small, pathetic noise slipping out of her. “I know, baby, I know.” Dorcas coos, agitated, and throws another look over her shoulder. 

It’s still relatively empty, the boys busy with themselves and only another middle-aged woman farther back.

Well, fuck public decency. Dorcas turns and immediately captures Pandora in a kiss, a wet slide of lips that has Pandora’s hips stuttering and a whimpering like she’s getting it so good. Dorcas’ blood is thrumming with it.

It’s not like they haven’t done this before. Fumbling, inexperienced hands and shy giggles in Dorcas’ dorm once they’d both figured out they were onto women but it’s different now that they’re older. Adult, more sure of themselves, have dated and loved and tried themselves with others.

Still, it’s like driving by your childhood home, that’s not your house anymore but the tree still stands in the same place in the backyard and you still know which room exactly used to be yours. Where the kitchen is, where you used to eat your meals and where you piled on the couch for your parents to take a photo with an old digital camera of you and your friends all dressed up on your birthday.

Dorcas sucks the plush meat of Pandora’s lower lip between her lips, palm digging in right above her tailbone and a heel hooks around her ankle as Pandora shudders through her arousal, fingers clenching on Dorcas’ hip.

The fabric of her panties keeps dragging against Drocas’ skin and it’s dizzying, her hands moving on their own as they go to grab at Pandora’s ass again. 

She slumps forward, forehead against her collarbones and moaning when Dorcas pushes her down more vigorously.

“Shh,” Dorcas makes, grinning and fucking high off bringing her best girl friend off, “Gotta stay quiet for me, angel.”

Another pitiful noise and Dorcas angles her face up again to steal another kiss, licking into Pandora’s mouth when it pliantly parts for her.

“Cass,” an audible swallow, “Cassy.”

Dorcas sucks in a breath when Pandora starts palming at the swell of her breast, “Hm?”

“’s not enough,” her shoulders draw up helplessly as she grinds down deliriously. “Need mgh—”

“More?” and Pandora nods her head furiously, kissing at Dorcas’ neck, hot and open mouthed. “Want my fingers, bébé?”

“Ah– oui. Please, please.”

Dorcas detaches her gently, hands cupping her cheeks for another slow kiss before she turns Pandora in her arms and leans her against the edge of the pool.

“Keep breathing for me, love.”

Pandora tzks, throws an eye roll over her shoulder as she wiggles her hips underwater, “I know how to breathe.”

Dorcas’ grin stretches so wide her cheeks stain from it, “Try telling me again once I have you on the edge of your orgasm, yeah?”

Pandora’s mouth drops open, slightly affronted, but then closes it quickly as he lets out a whine through clenched teeth when Dorcas slides her panties to the side without preamble.

It’s easy enough to slip the tip of her finger through where Pandora is slick, satiny heat, heaven on earth and they let out a mutual, soft groan when she sheathes it in all the way to the last knuckle. Twisting, turning and then pumping in and out at a pace that makes Pandora’s grip turn white knuckled.

“More,” she gasps after a few moments, toes curling into Dorcas’ calf.

Dorcas hums, places a sweet kiss on the jut of her shoulder blade, “Where are your manners, Dora? Patience is a virtue.”

“Cassy,” the tone of her voice like sharp claws swiping out for Dorcas’ aorta. A frustrated whine, “Need you.”

Dorcas’ grin widens and she lets her teeth graze against her neck, watching her shiver, “Ask nicely?”

A noise that says fuck you, then relenting, “Please.”

“‘Please’ what?”

Her head sinks between her drawn shoulders, the straps of her white bikini top stretched taut, “Please, give me another finger, putain.”

“See?” Dorcas teases, prodding at her wet entrance with the tip of her ring finger, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Pandora moans into the crook of her own arm, “Remind me why we’re doing this again?”

“Mm, because you were basically begging for me to fuck you?”

“Cass.”

“Because you were in a foul mood and I’m such a good friend I’ll go to any lengths to make you feel better—even though you’re being a difficult little brat,” Dorcas snakes her second hand under the garment, circling Pandora’s clit, immediately making her stutter on her inhale.

Pandora grits her teeth, throwing a glare over her shoulder that’s ruined by her swollen mouth and the blush tinting her cheeks, “Since when have you become someone to put people in their place during sex.”

Dorcas grins and leans in, letting their lips brush, “Since you’ve become more confident and quick to open your smart mouth and talk back.”

The helpless moan tumbling out of Pandora gets swallowed by Dorcas’ hungry mouth. Their teeth click with the angle, lips catching on each other and once Dorcas properly rubs over that small bundle of nerves Pandora starts erratically jerking her hips, fucking herself back on Dorcas’ fingers but also grinding into the stimulation.

There’s a loud bark of laughter from behind and Dorcas’ head spins around to watch Barty try and entangle himself with Evan. Regulus is half in their menacing clutches as well, looking entirely unamused but Dorcas knows it’s a harmless farce from the lack of crease between his brows.

They make eye contact for a second and then Regulus’ head snaps back around to her again, mouth falling open a bit and Dorcas’ ministrations falter for a second.

Pandora makes a displeased noise and Dorcas would literally rather drown herself right now than stop so she places a placating kiss to the side of Pandora’s neck before she turns again, giving Regulus a pleading look.

Regulus cocks his head a little, eyes narrowing in a way that say Really? and maybe if Dorcas wasn’t two fingers deep in their girl friend’s delightfully slick pussy she’d stick out her tongue at him. Like this, she simply matches him, daring him to say anything that would steer attention towards and interrupt them.

And because Regulus is a good friend, he turns with an eye roll and makes an effort to sidle up closer to Barty and Evan to keep their attention focused away from what ungodly things the latter’s twin sister is subjected to at the other end of the pool.

“Fuck,” Pandora mutters, throwing her head back against Dorcas’ shoulder, back arched beautifully, hiccuping a breath when Dorcas rolls her clit between thumb and index.

Dorcas’ sucks on the soft skin of Pandora’s neck in response, “How’s your breathing, doll?”

“Fuck you,” she gasps out and Dorcas chuckles against the hot skin, “Don’t fucking stop.”

Dorcas grunts, wrist aching but she wouldn’t dream it, “Promise, sweets. Just be as pretty and good for me as you always are.”

Pandora moans, high pitched, “Good for you?”

“So good,” Dorcas groans, the pulse between her own legs throbbing, “Love having you with me all the time. Smartest girl, prettiest thing to look at.”

Pandora nods—so good for her—and then presses out a strangled, “Love you.”

Dorcas nods, too, braids slipping over her shoulder. “I know,” because she does know. They all love each other unconditionally, irrevocably, unquestionably and they all know it.

The sweetest guttural noise evades Pandora, a distinct edge to the sound that makes Dorcas’ hair stand on end, vibrating with how bad she wants her. “Gonna cum for me, sweets?”

“Yeah,” Pandora whimpers, breath coming in short little bursts, working up to her orgasm as Dorcas keeps the stimulation up, mouthing at the tendons of her neck besides the stupid white bikini halter string.

Her noises increase in pitch, body tensing between Dorcas’ arms and cunt tightening around her fingers and because when Dorcas wants something she goes all in she presses her mouth up against the shell of Pandora’s ear, “Just for me, huh? All for me, sweets, c’mon. Be good and cum for me.”

“Cass,” Pandora chides, moans, and then she’s falling apart. Trembling and shaking, panting and whimpering as she convulses around Dorcas’ fingers in lapping waves of blinding hot pleasure.

Dorcas tips her head forward and watches greedily as Pandora’s lips drop open in a silent cry, brows furrowed, the water lapping between her cleavage and looking like a god damn piece of art. She slows her fingers, keeps the two inside unmoving, pressed deep inside and strokes against her clit gentler as Pandora comes crashing back down gradually.

She slumps back against Dorcas with an exhausted moan, voice raspy and panting shallowly. Slowly coming to again, eyelids fluttering and blowing out an errant curl that’s fallen into her face.

It makes Dorcas’ lips slip into a satisfied grin and she presses a lingering kiss against the other’s flushed cheek, trailing a flutter of closed lips down her jaw and neck as she carefully removes her fingers and slides the swimwear panties back into place.

Pandora makes a little mournful noise but she tips her head to the side in welcome, sighing sweetly when Dorcas’ arms come together in front of her stomach.

The second Dorcas detaches her lips Pandora turns in the embrace and slinks her own palms up Dorcas’ stomach and around, fingers tracing the knobs of spine as she eagerly chases Drocas’ mouth for more.

They stay like this for a few moments, a couple minutes maybe, where they just let their bodies do what they do best—be close with each other and do what feels good. It feels familiar and a little oddly so, like they’re practised in it, almost, like it’s something they do on a daily. But Dorcas basks in it, in the way Pandora’s tongue nudging against hers with the perfect amount of pressure just feels right.

When they draw back Pandora looks less flushed but her cheeks are rosy all the same and her mouth ridiculously swollen, looking downright edible where she licks at the little spit Dorcas left there, whiskey eyes drunk but not hazy and fond where they look right back at her.

“So?” Dorcas asks, stealing another kiss.

Pandora rolls her eyes with a grin, “‘So’ what?”

“Nozzle or sex?” Dorcas smiles toothily.

Pandora’s face slips into a put upon frown, “Now don’t let this get to your head.”

“Oh,” Dorcas makes, waving a hand, “That’s already too late, I’m afraid to say, mon cheri.”

“Incorrigible.”

Dorcas hums, smiling against Pandora’s lips when she tips her chin back up for another kiss.

“Well, well, well,” Barty’s voice comes leering from right behind Dorcas and she sighs. Every era of peace must come to an end, she supposes. “What do we have over here, huh? The two beauties all entangled in each other?”

Regulus is hanging off of his back and watching with a self-satisfied expression, like Dorcas owes him now that he successfully distracted his fucking boyfriends for a continues five minutes so she could take care of Pandora in her time of need.

“Keep your tongue out of my sister’s mouth where I can see it, hm, Meadows?” Evan drawls, sidling up next to Barty.

Dorcas looks back over in time to see Pandora scrunching her nose at Evan childishly and then immediately licking a flat stripe up the side of Dorcas’ face. 

A muscle in Evan’s jaw ticks and then Pandora’s fingers are digging into the hinge of Dorcas’, making her open her mouth and shamelessly licking inside, making a whole show of doing exactly what her brother asked her not to do.

God, Dorcas is gonna put a fucking ring on her.

#yeah this turned into a whole fucking oneshot #pandorcas #pandora rosier x dorcas meadows #dorcas meadows #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #slytherin skittles #rosestarkiller if you squint #rosier twins #theyre all dancing tango with the line between platonic and romantic #might upload this to ao3 #pandora lovegood x dorcas meadows #ino tag #lune’s tiny fic #lune writes #hpsafficsfeb24 #hp femslash #femslash february #femslash feb 2024

[mojoflower]

MDZS Prosopagnosia (face blindness) AU

I want an AU of MDZS except Wei Wuxian is face blind. I just feel like that would change so much, adding both comedy and terror to the story overall.

Innocent Youth

Jiang Cheng unwittingly cultivated his shouty persona from a very young age, because he subconsciously realized that his shixiong was more comfortable with him when he stood out from the crowd in this way. Similarly, in the post-resurrection days, jc always lets Zidian spark purple in a very obvious and prolonged way, so wwx doesn't have to linger uncomfortably in an awkward is-he-or-isn't-he-my-brother zone.

Jiang Yanli slowed herself down as a child, becoming very calm and quiet and slow-moving, because that's when her shidi is the most relaxed. She quickly learned the look on his face, when he's trying to figure out who someone is without giving away his weakness... when he's desperately waiting for someone else to use a name, to give him a toe-hold. She always greets everyone by name: just for wwx. She also often announces herself in the third person: others might find it weird, but her didi is always so grateful.

Wwx actually needs to use Jiang Fengmian's unfortunate teeth as a marker to differentiate him from his son, once Jiang Cheng reached his adult height. (The frog on Sandu's hilt really helps, too.)

A lot of the shidis in the Jiang Sect know about wwx's special issues, and totally riff on him by switching their swords and hair ornaments just to fuck with him.  They can't switch their fighting styles, though, so the Jiang quickly become a sect where instant spar-offs happen often and are no big deal.

All the people who love wwx have adjusted for this in many ways, realizing that they either need to verbally identify themselves or adapt distinctive clothing/mannerisms/scents/body language.

Wwx wears clothes that don't match any sect because sect uniforms make everyone so homogeneous that he can't even discern gender, much less individual people. (Uniforms actually give him mental heebie jeebies, because they make his life so hard and uncertain.)

Cloud Recesses Student Arc

Wwx has to ask before he fights whether it's going to be friendly or to the death, since he doesn't always know if the person he's fighting is a friend or foe. Wwx defaults to treating all fights as friendly fights (which is why he never even unsheathed his sword when lwj attacked him that first night in Cloud Recesses) because he can't stand the thought of hurting a friend, or just someone innocent.

Lan Wangji is very still. Very still, very quiet, very tall and always wears white and smells of sandalwood. He is easy to recognize.  ... Except when he could be Lan Xichen. If there's a smile, or any color, then he's Lan Xichen.  (This means that wwx immediately knows who kissed him on Phoenix Mountain, because he doesn't use his sight to identify, well, anyone.)

Nie Huaisang becomes a friend because of his choppy, erratic, fast-paced motions, both when he is speaking and moving. Also, he's unusually short so that helps.

He is secretly fond of Lan Qiren because that dreadful and unflattering beard is such a great identifier. He loves Nie Mingjue because he's literally and distinctly larger than everyone else. Later, he will become immediate friends with Sisi, because dramatic facial scarring is the best cue there is for someone like him. (Is anyone fat? He likes fat people. He likes tattooed people. He'd have loved Mo Xuanyu with his Hanging-Ghost-painted face, because, wow, that's so obvious. Xue Yang's missing pinky finger is  so helpful.)

Wei Wuxian knows everyone's swords VERY WELL because he can recognize them and use them to identify which asshole in gold with a peony on his chest (for example) this dude might be. This is what he calls "my poor memory". But it actually means that Jin Zixuan looks exactly like Jin Zixun to him, if not for Suihua.

Burial Mound Days

He's got a string of orphans, and calls them all A-Yuan. No, seriously. Word has got out, and all the homeless babies know they can move into the Burial Mounds and get doted on by EVERYONE because no one there is about to correct the Yiling Patriarch.

Dead Wen Ning is easy to pick out because of his stiff gait, awkward stance and distinctive pallor with the black veins. This makes him an automatic wwx favorite. (The stuttering helped, even back when he was alive.) Wen Qing is tiny, and also, no one else is wearing Wen robes, so she becomes a good friend, too.

He actually really likes all fierce corpses, because the way they move is so distinctive that he always knows what he's dealing with.

Can you imagine how fucking terrifying the world must be when you know that all Wen Zhuliu needs to do is put on a different robe and then he can walk right up to you and wreck your core? Same goes for wrh, jgs, jgy, wc, you name it. Talk about hypervigilance.

Think of all the talismans he's invented to keep himself and the Wen Remnants safe because he knows he can't tell friend from foe and has to count on magic to do it.

Post-Resurrection

Lwj picked up on Jiang Yanli’s habit announcing herself by name instead of using “I”, and consequently uses third person for himself, too. The Junior Ducklings do it, too, although they don't understand why, at first. 

Wwx cannot, for the life of him, tell lsz and ljy apart if they just stand quietly next to each other.  Ljy will never think this is not hilarious.  Especially because wwx will offer them chicken to see which one accepts it.  (It’s foolproof.)

He is utterly and completely unable to tell the Twin Jades apart unless they're speaking. Lan Wangji has learned to announce himself simply to protect his brother from being leaped upon and kissed at random intervals. The whole sandalwood thing? Lwj marinates himself in it to give wwx a clue about who he is before he's within liplocking distance.

#MDZS #the untamed #wangxian #MDZS au #wei wuxian #prosopagnosia #face blind wei wuxian #face blindness #yiling patriarch #mojo muses #if anyone is inspired to write this #be sure to tag me! #face blindness is a shitty thing to live with #but it sure can be funny sometimes #and there's that element of horror too

[kiame-sama]

I love your other Helluva Boss works, but I want to know more about Syren too! Also, what are your thoughts about Fizz and Ozzie's relationship? I've seen a few others comment on it, but I want to know what you think!

(how about both? A kind of fic-kind of headcannons for Syren and what I think of Ozzie and Fizz's relationship)

Warnings; same as for Helluva; "Graphic violence (not as bad), strong language, sexual themes, as well as rampant demon horniness", a few things are definitely NOT cannon but I tried my best with what I have,

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The true tasks of her morning began with getting the coffee ready and placed in the exact spot it should be. It was five minutes before the morning-person of the royal pair awoke to the sound of the Cock-oo Clock. The coffee was not black and untouched, it was treated with an ample helping of sugar and hell-cow creamer.

It was for Fizzarolli, the brat of the pair. Ozzie was a good dom and made sure Fizz's favorite coffee was ready when the pair finally awoke. Truly, it was what gave Fizz a good energy kick in an already energetic moment.

Then came directing the staff succubi around. Some were tasked with carrying clean sheets for the bed, others were tasked with organizing the files for Ozzie's work day. Every staff member had a task and silently followed the direction of the blood-line imp.

The distinct smell of bacon being cooked signaled the next change in task; feeding and harnessing the Quieves. Fizz had a trip to take to the Greed Ring and he wanted to take the Quieves with him. This meant that Princess would have plenty of down-time as Fizz enjoyed getting her ready himself and took it quite seriously. The others; Lulu, Fifi, Precious, Darling, Honey, Baby, Sweets, and Flower, all had to be harnessed and connected to their multi-leash.

It was at times like these where one could see how much Ozzie truly cared about Fizz. That multi-leash was a gift from Ozzie in a long line of special-ordered engraved gifts.

The collection began with Princess.

She had been a gift to Fizz from Ozzie especially after one bad night where the jester's implants backfired and caused him pain. The things he had adapted to as his limbs failed him and hurt him, so he was feeling truly down with the situation. Ozzie flat refused to let Fizz be in pain and removed them to work on them Himself. Without his mechanical limbs, Fizz wanted to have a wheelchair so he could still spend time with Ozzie. Fizz saw her first while on his phone. He felt a bond instantly, and Ozzie just had to get the Quieve for Fizz. The rest followed soon after, most being rescues that others didn't want or care for.

Every time Fizz gets another Quieve, Ozzie has another multi-leash made just so they can all be taken on a walk. They are presents that go hand-in-hand and usually are given on the same day. Ozzie is nothing if not a true King of doms.

From getting the Quieves ready, it transitions to doing summary work for Ozzie. The prince of Lust did not like extensive reading when it comes to work, pictures being much more attuned to how He processed information and thought about things. This meant that blueprints had to be drawn accurately with only the most vital details, all subject to change depending on what Ozzie wanted. Just another 'Jack-of-All-Trades' aspect of being a blood-line imp. Art and sketching skills came with the territory.

As did vibrator designing, oddly enough.

Beyond that was greeting prince Stolas while Ozzie was busy in the factory. The appointment was for noon, but Ozzie never did run on a fine-line schedule unless it was for Fizz and Fizz alone.

The owl prince sat anxiously holding his crown and checking the time repeatedly. He had been let in and guided to the seating area outside of Ozzie's office to await the prince of Lust.

"Greetings, prince Stolas."

"Oh," the prince jumped a little in surprise, "I didn't realize- ahem. I am here for my appointment with Prince Asmodeus at noon," his eyes flicked to the time again, "I... trust this is the correct day scheduled?"

"Yes, your highness. Ozzie is running a bit late with work in the factory. He will call for you when he is ready, though I do apologize for the wait."

"It's no trouble! Truly. I am glad He had time for me in His schedule at all."

"Would you like anything during your wait?"

"No, please don't mind me. I'm quite alright."

"As you wish. Call for me, should any need arise. I am here to at least somewhat ease your wait."

The owl prince considered this, his four eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He did have a question, but he didn't know if it would be rude to ask the blood-line imp or not.

"Does... does Prince Asmodeus often part with his crystals?"

"That depends. It is a case by case basis, but unless he has a particular dislike- or if his 'business' partner Fizz has a particular dislike- for the one benefiting, he typically can be convinced. I will give warning, however, Fizzarolli is out of the Lust Ring currently and in the Greed Ring. His Highness can get... curt... when He is worried, and as it is the Greed Ring, He is very worried. Should you hear the sound of a frog ringtone, it is likely He will end the discussion there as the one messaging Him has greater value over most, myself included."

Stolas asked no more questions, simply nodding and taking the advice to heart. Thus carried on the next four hours.

The next activity shift came with the rumbling roar of a furious Asmodeus. An event that could likely only be triggered by one thing; something happened to Fizz.

The information was easy to gather based on the sudden appearance of a lawyer demanding to an audience with Ozzie. The demon had far too much arrogance for your liking and you knew he wouldn't live long if Ozzie had anything to say about it.

The task was now simple; Find Fizz and retrieve the likely scattered or equally kidnapped Quieves. Fizz was the priority, then Princess, then the others. The loss of one being unforgivable but the loss of Fizz being a death sentence. Her very life hung in the balance, but such was life serving a Sin.

Princess was the easiest to find as she was the one with enough sense to return to The Jizzlord limo with Fizz suddenly taken. Precious, Honey, and Flower had the sense to follow Princess back to the limo. The driver wouldn't allow it to be stolen without first giving his life to defend it. The other five were not hard to find as they luckily stayed together. With the nine rounded up, The Jizzlord was sent back to the Lust Ring with the pups in tow.

All that was left was finding Fizz. Tracking him was difficult with the fact that not a trace was left and several hours had passed since he was snatched. Luckily his cybernetic limbs had tracers in them just for the situation of potential kidnapping. It took some time to get to the specified location, dodging and ending those who sought to rob her. The only thing that did manage to stall her was an unusual Wrath Ring imp, identifiable by the more snake-like qualities he carried.

She stopped because he stood outside the building Fizz's cybernetic trackers were, so either they removed his limbs, or he was inside.

The imp himself looked like he was frustrated- or perhaps he always looked that way- and he was grumbling something about an apparent 'hick-for-hire'. Once his eyes landed on her's though, he completely changed.

At first, he seemed to slightly grin upon seeing a female imp approaching. Then his ringed eyes flicked up to her forehead and that smirk turned into a sneer. He seemed to go between her chest and her brand before settling on her eyes with that apparent glare on his face.

"Well, lookie here. Another fuckin' disgrace to imp kind; not a purse dog but the fucking purse itself. A bit far from your Ring, eh blue-bitch?"

A typical insult used by most anti-royal demons so it had little effect, not that anything he said really could get a rise out of her. The few things that riled her only made her more stone-cold as opposed to how she was typically emotionally open with her Prince and Fizz. When she worked, there was only the goal ahead, her feelings be damned.

"Yes," he frowned at her response but she continued, "I am an absolute disgrace to imps everywhere, because I chose to be born into my famil- wait. No. Didn't do that. I certainly decided to serve a royal- no, wait. Wrong again, I was born and raised for the sole purpose for serving. Well how about being responsible for my parents deciding to- no, they were born into it too. Hmm," her voice was now clearly dripped a serious kind of sarcasm, one of her brows lifting just a twitch, "seems like I am just a bred-to-serve blood-line imp! So if anything, I am serving my intended purpose. You, on the other hand..."

The snake imp hissed and his tail went off with a rattle, his sneer becoming a snarl. His eyes narrowed, the yellow in them glowing with simmering rage. He rest his hand on the holstered pistol on his hip.

"I'm what, blue-bitch? Tell me. Make my fuckin' day."

"You are no better than me. Working for royals and royal-wannabes? Goetia? You talk like you hate them and want them all gone, but you are as dependent on them as I am dependent on my Prince. At least my leash gets to be diamond encrusted, your's can be that rope you're carrying. It doesn't work to help you, only your benefactors."

One glowing yellow eye twitched as he debated on shooting the Royal's bitch point blank, but he still heard her words clearly. They made an annoying amount of sense and he hated that. Before he could decide what to do, the sound of a ruckus going on inside drew his attention. Of course he was expected to show up as he was hired by the mobster in charge, so he decided to break off the stand-off. It sure as hell didn't mean he quit or conceded but he was needed elsewhere.

Striker's distraction from her and quick entry into the building gave her a quick look inside. It appeared that Fizz and Blitzo- someone Fizz hated for betraying him- were talking while dealing with those inside. From what she learned of Blitzo, he now went by Blitzø and was well known for killing with efficiency and skill. Fizz was no fighter, but he seemed to actually be enjoying the talk and mending burned bridges.

The mission is no longer save Fizz, but let Fizz be saved by his childhood friend turned enemy. He was in good hands.

Of course, a car would be acquired and brought to wherever Fizz wound up once leaving the warehouse. He could at least be brought back to Ozzie safely and all would once again be at peace.

The wait was not long, but the scene met up on arrival was rather shocking. There was fire everywhere and it seemed like Fizz was actually hugging Blitzø. From what she could tell, they made up thanks to the situation they were in together. She walked up, looking up at the two and wondering how she was going to get them down.

But, first things first;

"Your highness Fizzarolli, are you alright?"

"Woah, holy shit, Syren? Is Ozzie okay?"

"Highness Ozzie is being extorted for your safe return. I am here to try and prevent that from taking place. Luckily, the arrogant lawyer is trying to drag it out and make Him distraught so He has not agreed to anything yet."

It was then his friend spoke up, looking between her and Fizz.

"Wait a damn second, who is this hoe?"

"She's Ozzie's main blood-line imp, Syren. She kinda runs everything for Ozzie other than big stuff and she is the one Ozzie and I trust most!"

"Shit, I knew blood-line imps were a thing, but damn, didn't think I'd meet one outside of a fucking Sin's palace."

"Yeah! She-"

"Does this mean you can fuck her whenever you want?"

"Well, I mean, technically- damn it, Blitzo! Stop! Now let's get off this damn thing, I want to go home."

Syren sighed in relief and caught the jester as he jumped down into her arms, letting Blitzø climb down on his own. The car was ready and waiting for the pair as she returned to the driver's seat, headed back to the Ring transport to return to Lust. Both imps actually seemed relaxed in the company of one another despite the history Fizz claimed them to have.

"So, Fizz, what makes her special, hm? Why her and not one of the horny-rooster's succu-bitches?"

"Do you really not know what blood-line imps are?"

"Well," he sounded like he was making excuses now, "of course I do! I want to see if you know."

"Uh-huh, sure. Her family has worked for Ozzie since hell was formed! Most Sins have a preference for how their blood-line imps look, and Ozzie likes them to be more pink, not red like Lucifer or tan like Satan. Blood-line imps are bred to be strong but not very aggressive, so they can do whatever their Sin needs them to without getting all worked up. Ozzie says their horns are also supposed to be blunt and not pointed like most imps."

"Yeah, but why? Why do all this shit for an imp that can just be hired?"

"Because any hired imp can turn if they feel like it. Blood-line imps are born, raised, and bred to be loyal to their Sin without fail. Can't just hire any imp to take care of vital operations, need a blood-line imp to actually do the job without being corrupt as fuck."

"An imp that isn't corrupt? I'll believe it when I fucking see it."

"Syren knows about... about me and Ozzie. She hasn't told anyone but she treats me like she does Ozzie; like a royal. I'm sure demons try to convince or buy information from her, but she doesn't ever say a word about us to anyone."

She remained silent during the conversation, her forehead brand being enough to get her through to the Sin-exclusive transportation, so they didn't even have to get out of the car before they were back on Lust's roads and headed to Ozzies.

"Highness, can Blitzø find his way back on his own, or does he need an escort to his home ring?"

"Eh, Blitzo can just take the car from Ozzie's. Can you take me right to Ozzie when we get there?"

"Anything for you, highness."

Parking in front of Ozzie's was usually enough of a crime in the Lust Ring to get you jailed, but once they saw Syren, they quickly let the group be. Fizz said his farewells and Blitzø took the car to head back to his Ring. As requested, Syren led Fizz straight to Ozzie's office. From inside, the distinct snarl of an angry Ozzie put some pep in Fizz's step as he hurried in to soothe the Sin.

Not long after Fizz entered the office, prince Stolas emerged. He seemed amused, or perhaps vaguely smug as he left the office.

"Hello again, prince Stolas. Would you like transportation to your manor or will you be handling that yourself?"

"I can handle it. Thank you for your help, little one."

The sudden scream of terror from inside the office told Syren and Stolas that the arrogant lawyer demon was no more. Ozzie was not gentle when it came to revenge for His favorite jester and the sounds from His office made that clear. Syren gave a polite bow to the Goetia and returned to her duties, waiting for another call from Ozzie or Fizz.

When the two emerged from the office, she followed along silently as an ever present shadow of the Sin himself. She even smirked at the fear the succubi and incubi showed when Ozzie made an obvious threat should anyone think they want to go to the news about seeing Fizz and Ozzie together. Their room had already been cleaned and prepared for the two in anticipation of their arrival, Syren stopping and posting up by the door.

"Wait, Oz, the babies! I left them! What if they're scared and lost? And Princess is-"

"I have gathered up and ensured the safe return of all Quieves. They are a bit shaken from their ordeal, but I have been informed that they are tucked in and sleeping comfortably now."

"Whew! Thank fuck for that!"

"Upon hearing of the ransom, I made sure to go to Greed and gather them up. Princess is very smart and made her way back to the Jizzlord by herself."

It was then Ozzie gave a happy smile, nuzzling the top of Fizz's head affectionately.

"See babe? Everything is okay. Let me take care of you Fizzie-Frog."

"Oz..."

The evening carried on as most evenings did with just the two, quietly. Ozzie fixed the hand-crafted cybernetics Fizz used so happily and it was clear Fizz was thrilled to have his limbs back. He bounced and flipped with joy, seeming quite relaxed now that he was finally back with his Ozzie.

"The new tube of 'Loob' is in your bedside drawer, Your Highness."

"Good work as always, Ren dear."

"Happy to help, Prince Ozzie."

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