"Red Thread of Fate" - Aemond Targaryen x YiTish!Reader
a/n: from an anon request. this fic means a lot to me and i hope you all enjoy it 🩷
Summary: The future Empress of YiTi is nothing like Aemond expected.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, tooth rotting fluff
Word Count: 2,620 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Aemond had never been one to believe in fate or destiny. He had always been a firm believer in reaching out and taking what one wants for themself. He did so with Vhagar, and has had to do so almost every day of his life. Every day he has had to fight to make himself heard, make himself seen. To feel validated and important. He resigned himself to the fact that he would be married for advantage and not for love long ago, back when he watched Aegon wed Helaena. He realized that he too would be forced to marry for political reasons and found himself dreading the day that his nuptials would arrive.
Everything changed when he met you.
He is sent to greet the delegation from YiTi. After a copious amount of correspondence between King Viserys and the Jade Emperor, a representative was dispatched to King’s Landing to discuss trade, treaties, and all manner of things to bring the two nations closer together. Aemond knows little of the mysterious land of YiTi, but he has always had a thirst for knowledge. So, he looks forward to meeting the representative, learning more of their culture. He watches as the soldiers disembark, marching in unison, their armor beautifully weaved and artistically decorated, much unlike those of the Westerosi troops. Then, his heart stops in his chest. He sees you.
Aemond had not expected to see the most beautiful woman in all of creation walking toward him. No. Not walking. Gliding, with all the grace of a fairy, light on your feet, your skirt billowing around you, your fan in your hand. You wear a dress that he assumes to be the traditional garb of your people, and it is like nothing he’s ever seen before. The dress is made of silk, the embroidery so fine he wonders if it was even done by human hands. You look every bit a princess, supernaturally beautiful with your long dark hair and almond-shaped doe eyes. You greet him with a bow of your head, introducing yourself as the Princess of YiTi, the future Empress of your homeland.
“And you are Prince Aemond, yes?”
The second son of King Viserys is almost too stunned to speak, too busy getting lost in admiring you in all your splendor. However, he forces himself to snap out of his trance and immediately gives a low bow, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
“Indeed, Princess. It is a great privilege to host you and your delegation.”
You gesture to one of your soldiers, who steps forward and presents Aemond with a beautiful sword, a jade dragon encrusted on its pommel. Aemond admires it, awestruck at the craftsmanship.
“A gesture of goodwill, from my family to yours. This is one of our ancestral blades, given to you in the spirit of friendship between our houses.”
Aemond nods his head, appreciating this gesture greatly, “I am grateful, Your Highness. It is a fine blade indeed, we will treasure this gift.”
He holds out an arm to you, and you take it, your body pressed against his side as the two of you make your way from Blackwater Bay to the Red Keep. Your ladies in waiting and soldiers follow close behind, but leave enough distance to allow for you and Aemond to continue engaging in conversation.
“My father sends his apologies that he could not be present for the negotiations, but it is a long journey and the kingdom could not afford to be without its Emperor for that long.”
Aemond admires the way you smile at him, those eyes of yours seeming to sparkle like diamonds. Are you betrothed? Why is he even thinking of such a thing? Gods, he feels like a fool. And you’ve just spoken. He needs to reply before you think of him as a complete idiot.
“Of course,” Aemond nods in understanding, “How long was your journey? I trust the trip was pleasant?”
“It was a month by ship, but it was pleasant indeed.” You pause before giving him a playful smile, “Perhaps the time could have been halved if the dragons of YiTi flew as yours do, but alas they do not have wings.”
Aemond arches a brow, smiling at you, fascinated by your words. So the rumors are true. There are flightless dragons in YiTi. He has so much to ask you, so much he wants to know. He wonders if you are just friendly by nature or if there is any chance you might be… Flirting with him. He has always shied away from female attention, self-conscious of his eye, his scar. But you seem all too willing to stare him right in the eye.
“I apologize for staring, Prince Aemond,” you giggle slightly, as if reading his thoughts, “It’s just… I have never seen someone with such light-colored hair before. And your eye is so blue. Like nothing I have ever seen.”
Aemond blushes at your words and he tries to play it off by turning his face away, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling like a fool, “Thank you, Princess.”
“Do you know much of my country, Prince Aemond?”
He shakes his head, meeting your gaze once more, “Not very much at all, Princess. Though I must say I am very eager to learn more.”
“I will gladly tell you anything you wish to know under one condition.”
Gods, he thinks, please let that condition be a kiss…
“And what condition would that be, Princess?”
“You agree to come visit YiTi and see it for yourself one day,” you smile, “And allow me to serve as your guide.”
Aemond’s heart skips a beat at that smile of yours, “I gladly accept.”
The two of you reach the Red Keep and he watches the way you conduct yourself with elegance as you greet his mother and father, the kindness with which you speak to Helaena, and the grace with which you ignore Aegon’s leering and maintain your polite demeanor.
Everything about you is impressive. You are the epitome of what a princess should be. You turn to Aemond after the king, queen, and his siblings have taken their leave, a smile on your face as you ask if he could lead you to the Godswood, that the religions of Westeros have always been fascinating to you. Aemond nods eagerly, taking your arm once again.
“You do not venerate your ancestors, correct?” You ask, eyes gleaming with curiosity, a thirst for knowledge not unlike his own, “Only your Gods?”
Aemond nods, “Yes. Most follow the Faith of the Seven, but the Northerners mostly keep to the Old Gods. The Godswood honors them. We worship the gods while our ancestors are more venerated by the stories and lessons left down for us.”
The two of you reach the Godswood and you stare at the Heart Tree in admiration. Aemond takes the moment to admire you, the soft smile on your face, the kindness in your eyes.
“We honor our ancestors in their shrines, but we worship gods as well,” you inform him, the prince listening intently, “There are hundreds of gods in YiTish culture, each with a different, important purpose.”
The two of you take a seat on the bench before the Heart Tree and Aemond turns to you, asking curiously, “Do you have a favorite?”
“Yùe Lǎo. There is a beautiful legend about him.”
“What is the legend, Princess?” Aemond asks, his voice filled with genuine interest, wanting to learn anything and everything you have to teach him.
“Well, they say when we are born, he ties a red thread to our little finger,” you begin, “They call it the Red Thread of Fate. In my tongue, we call it hóng xiàn.” Aemond repeats the phrase, struggling with the pronunciation, but you smile, making him feel at ease as you continue, “The thread connects you to your true love. The person you are destined to be with. And no matter what happens, no matter what trials you face, the thread may stretch, it may tangle. But it will never break.”
Intrigued by the legend, Aemond finds it fascinating how similar the concept is to the western one of soulmates, questioning, “Do you believe in the Red Thread of Fate, Princess?”
“It is a lovely notion, but I fear those in our position must always marry for the good of our people rather than for love,” you say wistfully, “So the point becomes moot.”
“But what if your thread is tied to that of your betrothed? There are stories of arranged matches turning to those of love.”
You hum thoughtfully, “People who experience that are very fortunate indeed. I wish that for you, Prince Aemond.”
His heart warms at the sentiment, and he finds himself replying, “I wish that for you as well, Princess. I wish for the gods of my people and yours to bless you with all the happiness in the world.”
Weeks go by and the negotiations continue. Aemond spends much time with you, showing you around the city, teaching you of the customs of his people while learning of your own. You teach him YiTish and he returns the favor by teaching you High Valyrian. The two of you share so many interests - from history to philosophy and even swordplay. Aemond is surprised at how graceful you are with the blade, and it makes him admire you all the more, all too glad to allow himself to be knocked down by the latest in a long line of prestigious YiTish warriors.
Aemond introduces you to Vhagar, who takes to you immediately, even taking you for a ride atop her, your arms wrapped around his waist as the streets of King’s Landing grow further and further from view. And the more he gets to know you, the more he falls in love with you. The more he finds it painful to be away from you; the thought of you marrying someone else is almost unbearable to him.
The two of you discuss the subject in the library one day while he is informing you about the Westerosi courting and betrothal process. You question whether any noblewoman has caught his eye. He cannot exactly say he has fallen hard and fast for you, so he simply clears his throat and blushes.
“Ladies are not all that interested in me, Princess. The lack of an eye and my scar tends to scare them off.”
“If a woman is scared by something so trivial as a scar, she is not worthy of you,” you reply sagely, “Our scars make us more beautiful. They map the stories of our lives. Reminders of the battles we have faced and triumphed over. Reminders that we are still here. You lost your eye claiming your dragon as a young boy. You are as brave as you are handsome, not in spite of your scar but because of it.”
He knows then and there that he is in love with you, madly so. That his Red Thread is bound to you. That he is bound to you, now and forever.
When the time comes for you to return to YiTi, Aemond immediately offers to escort you back. Unbeknownst to you, he has asked his father’s permission to offer himself as your husband, a plan King Viserys wholeheartedly agreed to. His mother is sad to see him leave, but she knows with Vhagar flying alongside the two of you, he can come and go as he pleases. And you? You make him so incredibly happy, she could never rob him of that.
Aemond is utterly fascinated when you arrive in YiTi, feeling you take his hand in yours, your touch so soft and gentle it makes his heart ache. You lead him to the imperial palace, your home where you grew up that you speak so fondly of. He meets your father, the emperor, a man with a stern face but a kind demeanor who takes to him quickly. You show him the wingless dragons of your country, all so beautiful with colorful scales and fearsome faces. Everything is so beautiful, so different.
Just like you.
In the evening, he sees you dressed more casually than normal, in a dress you call a cheongsam, one that is more tightly fitted and shows off your curves. He cannot help but stare after you as you lead him through the city, buying him a skewer of braised meat, feeding it to him like a wife would feed a husband. He closes his eye, chewing slowly, the taste of it filling his mouth, surprised at how delicious it tastes. Then, all of a sudden, the spice hits him and he begins coughing, his face turning red. You giggle, rubbing his back, the gesture so sweet and intimate that he thinks he could faint.
“Easy. You have to eat it slowly.”
He smiles at you, taking the jasmine tea you extend to him, sipping it before taking a small bite, savoring the spiced meat’s taste.
Aemond falls in love with YiTi. The sights, the sounds, the hidden canals and street markets, all of it.
And more than any of that? He falls deeper in love with you. You take him to your family’s ancestral shrine, your hand in his as you speak to him.
“I lost my mother when I was young. I come here to pray for her guidance and that of those who came before her.”
He listens quietly as you confide in him, knowing it is a delicate topic and wanting to listen to whatever you feel comfortable enough to disclose to him. The two of you sit on your knees and you light a candle in her honor, saying a quiet prayer for her soul himself. You have opened up to him so much in the time he has known you, that he feels he has known you all his life. The two of you rise, walking back outside. The moon is half full tonight and you sit by the lake, on a bench, gazing up at it. Aemond takes your hand, squeezing it gently as if to comfort you. And you squeeze back, turning to face him, a soft smile on your face.
“Do you remember the legend I told you the day we met? About the Red Thread of Fate?” Aemonds nods, remembering it with perfect clarity. “It was the last thing my mother taught me. Before the fever took her. I did not think much of it then, but now…” You meet his gaze, “I think my thread leads to you.”
Aemond’s heart skips a beat at your words, gazing upon you with a vulnerability he has never shown anyone else as he whispers, “And I think mine leads to you as well. I have never felt like this before. This is what I always imagined love to be. And yet you are so much more. In you…”
“I have found my dearest friend as well as my love,” you reply, finishing his train of thought with a gentle smile. Aemond takes your hands in his own, pressing a kiss to them, “The betrothal our fathers have suggested… I will agree to it if you will.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, biting back the tears of happiness that threaten to fall from his eye, murmuring, “Nothing would make me happier.”
Under the waxing half moon, Aemond’s lips press against yours in a tender first kiss, so pure that even “Yùe Lǎo himself smiles upon it.
And a fortnight later, under the light of the full moon, you are wed, tying your fate to his forever more.
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The writing where reader died, what happens if they were revived as a wraith like Ghost? There's probs going to have a lot of fluff and a small angst here and there. But I mostly wanna read your writings!! It's cus' I can't get enough, and kept rereading it all the time
Cw: pain, death, turning, cannibalism, implied torture, implied blood and gore, angst, fluff, hunger, tell me if I missed any.
We’re going to forget how you previously died, cuz @bluegiragi gave us more info about wraiths and I just love where the comic is going.
What a cruel joke, irony hitting him in the face the same way his abrupt shift hurt him, an apathetic slap to the face that left him bloody and in shock the way he left Roba on his dying breath. Simon didn’t know what was crueler, the knowledge that you were tortured and buried alive, left to die alone for the sins of his own making and the wrath of another, or that you were left to die a slow and excruciating death after being beaten half to death, expected to lose your resolve solely on the fact that you were a medic, and turned into the monster he was.
Neither your captor nor death had been merciful, much less the reaper, a collector of wandering souls and lost ghosts, waiting their turn to cross the river with a small token for the afterlife. Be it Hermes, the messenger and the carrier of souls, Thanatos the reaper and collector, Anubis - or Inpu, however people called him - the guide, Ankou the shadow, Sgàthach the warrior, or Freyja and Fólkvangr; you weren’t granted the soft embrace of a calm death, but the cruel rejection of it, forced back into life and abandoned by sweet sleep.
He remembered his own, the painful pull of his back, the crazed smoke that filled his mind with a thirst for blood and revenge, the crack and ugly break of his bode, reshaping his body and organs dyed dark, dying and pained. He remembered well the pain of it like it was yesterday, having to crawl out of the shallow grave on his own and discover the carnage he left behind, stained in his and Price’s blood. He was reborn.
And so were you, crying and sobbing, your skin scarred beyond thinking and mind in shambles of broken faith and abandoned affection. He knew first hand how it felt, the burn and agony of it, the hunger and ache that plagued you like an undying pestilence, darker than the one that ripped through Europe in the fourteenth century and more devastating than the Justinian’s. He’d been too late, too slow to help you through the first ripple of shock and fear once you’d quenched your thirst, staunching it like you would a wound. He let you fester in your sorrow and hunger, left you without a guide or caretaker until you ravaged the area, leaving only blood and rubble in your devastation.
But he’s here now, picking you up from the mess you found yourself in, a storm of smoke and thick black that you hid yourself in, to hide the monster you had become. He might not be proud of who he’s become - much like you - but he grew into it, lived his life as one, and he would be here to help you through the process of it. Where he wished he had a helping hand, you would have his. He would help you with your hunger, the famine that grew the more you left it alone, filling your being with bodies he’d gather up for you to absorb. He would teach you how to control the smoke - the sinews of your being, the consistence of it forming your figure - and build from it, stopping yourself from phasing to and from it, staying as a physical manifestation of it rather than darkness itself.
Where he felt lost and confused, alone and wishing for a swift end, you wouldn’t, he made sure to stay, to be the pillar of support for you whenever you crashed, his body covering yours to stop you from vanishing in a fit of tears. Where he spent time hating himself, demeaning the cannibalism he became, you wouldn’t, he’d rather send himself to hell than let you think you were the lowest of the low, a human eating another. And where he was cruel to himself when death had renounced him, you wouldn’t, he’d whisper the sweetest words, praises, compliments, affection and guidance, he would make sure you wouldn’t drown alone like he did years ago. He loved you too much to let that happen.
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⌈ pile I - QUEEN OF CUPS „i adore you so much“
⌈ pile II - ACE OF CUPS „i’m your lover in plain sight“
⌈ pile III - JUSTICE „i’m the one you deserve“
🔓 select the tarot card that you noticed first.
⌈ NOTE 🌹 ➝ welcome to this extended nsfw reading. at the bottom of the deck i found the 5 OF WANDS (see below cut) so the overall theme is: teasing 😏 let’s find out what it means for you individually in your piles. what steamy thoughts are running circles in your person’s mind? tell me what you got and enjoy 🐝
[ deck used | the wonderful golden art noveau tarot by Giulia Massaglia — gilded example cards below, not the actual piles ]
{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }
the FIVE OF WANDS - today’s overall energy is playfighting.
message. they want to give you a sexual challenge rather than indulging in a soft and hesitant mood: tease them right back and they’ll appreciate it. it’s all in good spirits as long as both play along. boldness is appreciated and keeps the chemistry running.
no need to fear conflict, this is all friendly banter without the intent of hurting. behind all of that is the idea of testing limits + experimenting sexually through fun and activity rather than keeping it a guessing game what the other person might like.
pile i - QUEEN OF CUPS „i adore you so much“
⌈ QUEEN OF WANDS - THE EMPEROR - PAGE OF COINS - 3 OF CUPS
Oh hot damn… Lucky in Love or Drunk in Love are the type of lyrics I’m getting from this. Nothing prevents them from thirsting over you lmao but it’s a good thing! Because they’re confident in liking you so. Damn. Much. And they know you like them back. What a secure lover this person is becomes apparent in their ambitions: They reflect dedication. Meanwhile, they’ve got a balance of mature and outgoing/youthful energy alike. And I feel like they really went from being serious in your presence to just letting it all out! Good for them, because they’re on a roll since they met you slash made contact.
The main kink I’m seeing here is teacher and student, hands down. They are seriously into pretending there’s a difference in power, authority, knowledge, age, looks, all of that. Doesn’t have to be real, it can be roleplay, but they do consider you to be someone to look up to. They pleasure themselves like mad to those thoughts, honestly. The Daddy or Mommy kink is real in this one because whew, QUEEN + EMPEROR? That’s a big deal. You two are either two bold personalities coming together (or they fantasize about that, some major powerplay) or they identify you as that person who pulls all of their strings with little to no effort. Far from intimidated, they are ready to learn and enjoy because they’re your babe.
This person is not a starfish though. Happily under your spell, I can see them quite actively horny because wow Pile 1, their sex drive is just impressive, to say the least. Not scattered, just very strong in general. And they see you just like that as well. They know you are in charge, they feel that you’ll handle the shit out of them without hesitating. Boss of their body is what I’m hearing! Not an inch will belong to anybody else. They love how madly possessive they are.
At the same time, they also think you can learn together, it’s not so set in stone. I like that contrast in the cards. Sovereignty and mature sex versus being carefree and raunchy like a student party. Like they want you to pounce on them and dominate their every cell, but they also want to be your cute little pet to fool around with. I get the impression that this person worships the hell out of you and thinks you’re the best in bed, no matter your degree of experience. That’s the thing, they would be happy with a virgin and a sexpert alike, as I said they hardly care! Because you charmed them and made your standpoint clear! Even if you have a hot VERSUS stone-cold demeanor and sex appeal, they feel inspired by that.
Your sexual energies complement each other well I feel. In their mind, you could top them so easily. They gladly submit to an orgy of pleasure. I think they trust you a lot, they just want to lose control and be chased. They won’t chase you! You’re too prideful and want to set this up on your own terms. This relationship is yours to create, they won’t interfere. They’re too starstruck and want to gather their resources first, only to find out you’re tremendous fun to be with and they had nothing to worry about.
You are the sun of their universe Pile 1, you seduced them so much. If only you would boss them around, they want it so badly. This scenario could be a total clash of titans since you are both a total smokeshow in your own ways. They looked at you and wanted you to open up, leave the stiff old life behind and feel younger again. Since you’re so foxy to them, they treat you like the bombshell you are, with lots of reverence and respect. I’m even getting service sub vibes from your person, Pile 1, they’ll just do whatever you ask `em like you’re royalty, long as it’s consensual of course, but I don’t get any toxic fantasies from this pile, just very dom-sub centered ones.
{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }
pile ii - ACE OF CUPS „i’m your lover in plain sight“
⌈ EIGHT OF SWORDS - KNIGHT OF WANDS - 6 OF COINS - PAGE OF CUPS
Whirlwind kind of romance right here, lots of ups and downs in their anxious mind. You left them feeling powerless to all the energy they perceive you to so blazingly have, Pile 2. They were thunderstruck by your presence, were frozen on the damn spot. Tied. Up. Which leads us to the card imagery, by the way. Bondage fantasies is a huge theme here. I’m just sayin’… That’s their sexual fantasy when they think of you. If you’d blindfold them, or try something like knife play, even (as the swords card indicates), that would get them going so much. Despite their freaky imagination, ironically they are the mellow one, while you are the fiery counterpart that doles it all out to them in their wet dreams.
As contradictory as it sounds, reciprocating and giving back is the dynamic here, though. For instance, if you bought stuff for them, they’d be so happy and fawn over you like wild. Since this is a rollercoaster ride, however… I can’t quite tell what exactly their constant feelings are for you, Pile 2, as they are just so changeable. From no sex drive to reckless abandon to self-control to begging to being a fool in love. What a journey they’ve been through because of you. You make them feel all of this, and they’re saying thank you.
One day they want to be controlled by you, the other, they want to unleash their passion without any help and do their own dance to impress you. They have an edge but they’re romantic, they’re hopeless and they’re hot shit, they’re fair and then such a tease giving you less than you deserve, full well knowing it will keep you hooked and coming for them like an avalanche.
They want you rushing to their home like it's the firefighters. Because well, well… they’re feeling way too hot, aren’t they. At the same time, that’s the puzzling thing, they also want you to keep them at an arm’s length. If you aren’t confused about this person yet, at this point, you gotta be: Which mirrors them, in fact. They don’t quite know what they want consistently, you left them too dumbfounded to understand the situation for sure. Pile 2, this individual is head over heels for you.
Now this starstruck person dreams about being acted upon by you and they love that. Pillow prince/ss is what I’m seeing all over the spread, they have that receptive energy for the most part. They might be a little unruly once they get out of their comfort zone or don’t feel like they’re acknowledged by you (they might as well have a come-save-me fantasy… do them a favor and help them out). But when they do get signals, they are back in love romantically, yes, not so much sexually, they’re touchy-feely like crazy. Just when they felt like roaming free before! If there’s some hunter-prey fantasy going on here I wouldn’t be surprised, they want to keep you on your toes.
As I said, you get the best of both worlds Pile 2, your person is not the predictable type. Maybe that’s why you like `em. They are flirts and then they’re not. They want rough sex and then they want affection little by little. But the final note in their mind is always this: They want you to glued to them, to go wild for them, to witness them like a fish in the water: Through requited love. All they want is to be asked out and live their dreamy, sensitive love. Confusing you is not their intention. Don’t forget they just want love at the end of the day.
{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }
pile iii - JUSTICE „i’m the one you deserve“
⌈ KNIGHT OF COINS - PAGE OF SWORDS - THE SUN - THE EMPRESS
What started out as a sensual, stable connection which didn’t go down in flames of horniness now turned their head into a mush. Which then turned into them bursting with vitality! An online message of yours shook them up, or something you said. But in a positive way, because they’re so happy now. Romantic, personal, sexual bliss, they’re feeling so good about themselves because of you, the dull days are over. What a mood boost you gave them, and they’re confident in their looks because of your steady presence/communication, oh my word.
Because you started out easygoing and then picked up speed, they are absolutely feeling themselves like it’s nobody’s business. I’m so happy for you, Pile 3, because your person is just prancing around like a child after you’ve been frank with them. Talking it out was so needed. Approaching it from a headspace was. Being chatty with them made your person super hot and bothered, too. Hell, they are totally into your voice, the way you take your time when you walk, the way you carry yourself, how you dress up, the way your hair is tousled (if you wear it longer), how you treat yourself, how you choose your words, and how you smile especially.
At first, they were so scared how serious and single-minded you came across. Now they’re blushing and sweating their ass off because you said what you said and you paid attention to them! When they thought they were the knight in shining armor, you gave them a reality check and dodged the bullet, stood your ground instead of playing helpless — which worked in their favor not to get their hopes up and invest right away. That’s how you made this person’s libido explode. But in a good, wholesome way.
This proper mix of humor and the crazy slow burn (!) between the two of you has them going nuts without actually making them crazy, you know? Just healthy adoration and warmth they feel. I get the impression your person has lots of sexual stamina, Pile 3. They know what they’re doing, y’all… they might come across as a total sunshine, but they are, oh my word. Fertile as hell, go all the way, ready to make those babies and live the good life. In this economy? Your person thinks so, who am I to judge, they want that settling down and parenthood. They just know you’d be good at raising kids. But without compromising the mental stimulation, which you give them consistently.
And because you’re such a hottie with charm and good looks, they’re at your feet. You rule them! Your sex appeal has their pretty head spinning, their routine is broken, they can’t get enough of you, they want this in-depth (literally!). For long, they fantasized about having carefree sex with you out in nature, wild and free. Never too much of a good thing with you. You’re so juicy to them, graceful, steamy, gorgeous, you seem to have it all in their eyes.
They think you have elevated status or just carry yourself in a way that shows your life is fulfilled and abundant. Oh hell, what don’t they like about you. Maybe you can be too direct and frank at times? They prefer your magnanimous, silly, soft, giving, cute’n’comfy side. They need to be taken care of a little, or need your cheer-ups. Because they want to take it easy, and not have conflict and difficulty in communication. Healthy, loving, and lasting (!) sexuality is the gist of this, I’m thinking. Quite Venusian of them, I see their sexual thoughts as Libra/7th house or Taurus/2nd house-themed. An all-around feel-good reading, Pile 3, I love the positive cards you got.
{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }
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FIRST CARESS: THE HIGH PRIESTS — s.jy & l.hs
PAIRINGS sub!priest!jake x succubus!dom!reader! x sub!priest!heeseung
IDOLS FEATURED ENHYPEN jay, jake, heeseung
SYNOPSIS For a succubus, purity is something to be ashamed of. People naturally lust and it's the very reason why demons like you have come to surface and now, you're about to show this town's priests' that no one can resist the temptation to sin.
GENRE smut with plot, supernatural, medieval au, demon au
WARNINGS explicit sexual content; non-con that turns into dub-con, threesome, dom/sub dynamics, corruption kink, oral sex, cock stepping, footjob, handjob, making, mouth/face fucking, both boys are under the influence
mocking/disregard for christian belief, sex with a demon, both boys slip in and out of consciousness
wc. 13k
n. although this is a given, this fic is made under the impression to satisfy readers only. this is in no way shape or form a statement of what someone should do in real life nor do I support these kinds of actions (non-con) and I suggest that everyone reads all the warnings carefully. thank you also to jinnie (@heeseongism) for the concept ♡
As a demon who feeds on humans' sexual desires, should innocence be something to be proud of?
Man would associate innocence with purity, while those who dwell into their lustful desires would be damned as tainted and therefore, shunned by society. Innocence is a bar that man themselves have set impossibly high, making it impossible for even the most devoted worshiper to reach. It seems as if even man have set themselves up to fail, and yet, despite this known unreachable standard, they pay no heed and continue to preach for someone perfect.
Supposedly, purity is the standard for both men and women— though it seems as if the rule is only strongly implemented towards the latter. They say that if you're pure, that means you are just, meaning you are closer to God on a spiritual level.
Over the course of numerous millenniums, man would continue to struggle to meet this ideal, not realizing that it isn't something that could be achieved. We're raised by our parents to be caring, kind, and untainted while they remain the opposite. It's quite the contrast, really. Those who have breaded due to their uncontainable want for intercourse, are those who set impending rules to keep their child from sinning. However, despite their best efforts to raise a child without blotches, the holy one above tests their fate relentlessly on end by sending them challenges, and you're one of them.
Having already reached your adult form as a succubus, otherwise a demon of sex and lust, ten years ago, you’ve gathered sufficient knowledge when it comes to the art of hunting down your prey. Some would argue that you’re a master at what you do; you know how to act, what draws them in, what they’re most tempted to do, and how much of them you can take in order for them to continue living and for you to quench your thirst. You don’t intend to kill them, but sometimes, it just can’t be helped when you're at the brink of death due to hunger.
It’s you over anyone else, and really, what’s so bad about having a fuckton of sex?
"God!" The boy beneath you screams out in pleasure when you bring yourself down ruthlessly, letting your cunt suck the whole length of his dick.
It almost makes you cackle at how ironic that word is when applied to your situation. You're a succubus, a demon who feeds on lust, yet here he is, screaming for God like you aren't giving him the time of his life. You want to slap the soul out of his body. How dare he preach for God when you're riding his dick better than any angel can? It's quite disrespectful if you're being honest, however, you choose not to say anything, knowing that if this town finds out you're anything but human, you're going to be tied up and beheaded.
It's been quite long since you've last conducted a feeding session, and your mana feels like it's getting drained and replenished with each strong bounce you make on his lap, along with the pleasure his dick feels rubbing against your g-spot. Usually, you'd have no problem doing everything, as it allows you to satisfy yourself without having to wait for your food to learn what you like, but with your mana drained, a light sheen of sweat is seeping against your skin. The boy doesn't mind though; if he's being honest, it makes you all the more hotter in his eyes.
"Aww, Jay," You coo while dragging your nails down his broad and sweaty chest in a teasing manner, sending the boy into a deeper frenzy as goosebumps rise on his olive skin as he watches streaks of red appear on his skin. "Too good?"
The said boy releases a whimper when he feels your pussy clench down on his whole length, prodding him to answer. "Yes, shit! You take me so well. "You're too good." He manages to blurt out before squeezing his eyes shut and his head falling back onto the mattress like he's lost all control over his body—which is true.
Never in Jay's life did he think that any girl could take his whole length inside their mound. Everyone always struggled to even get more than half of him in, and yet, here you are, doing the impossible. He met you at a sketchy alleyway on his way home from work selling fruits at the marketplace. Truthfully, it seemed as if you came out of nowhere because the moment his eyes turned to look elsewhere, your figure leaning against the concrete was there to greet him. He remembers the way his eyes just never seemed to stop raking over your body and how every curve and dip made him want more. It was as if he was being put into a trance because he just couldn't take his eyes off of you, completely ignoring his family that awaits him in their small, run-down cottage hidden in the woods.
Sooner or later, you approach him, making sure to jut your hips with every step towards him, the scent of your arousal filling Jay's nose from a meter away. Jay breaks out of his trance when he realizes that you're grinning at him, clumsily introducing himself to you, and then the rest has brought you to where you are now.
Your insides just feel amazing, like it was made just for him and his dick alone— it isn't. He swore when he first thrusted his dick inside you a few hours ago, that he would come on the spot. There's just something different about the way you move, the way you feel, and the way you talk that makes it seem as if your whole body was made for him. His wife could never satisfy him the way you do and it's not her fault. She doesn't know her husband is a cheat with a huge dick that can hardly fit inside a human's vagina without it hitting their womb.
And yes, "a few hours ago," meaning that ever since the two of you met, you've been going at it like rabbits in heat. You have no idea where the sudden drive to feed came from, as usually, a minute of sex would do to quench your thirst however, today, you've been craving more and sadly, Jay's having a hard time at giving it to you.
"I'm— ahh, fuck!" Jay's whole body seems to shake as he gives you his fourth climax. His throat has now grown sore and dry from all of the screaming, groaning, and moaning he's done in the past few hours and to be frank, he's already reaching his limit. So, when you tilt your head to the side and start bouncing on his length once again, he screams in protest as he digs his fingers onto your hips to stop your actions. "You're a fucking demon."
You only laugh at his joke, finding it humorous given how ironic it is. "Maybe I am." You smirk.
Copying your actions, Jay chuckles before shaking his head. "I really can't keep going, babe." He announces. "I'm gonna pass out."
"I'm not stopping until I get what I want."
And that's just what you did, except you may have sucked all the life force out of the poor boy.
Shame, he would've made an adorable pet.
Though you've already taken all of what he had, you were still starving, craving for more because one isn't enough; you need more.
If God is the creator of everything, then does that mean that he made your kind? To what? Test man's dedication and beliefs? If so, then his children are failing.
Walking past the small wooden entrance of the church, the loud clicks of your boots' heels echo every time they meet the hard marble floor. Looking up, you're greeted with the intricate paintings of Jesus and his becoming, while multiple sacred statues said to be made in the likeness of God and saints adorn every crevice of this holy place.
You can only release a small chuckle as you realize how sardonic all of this is. Above all the places you could've picked for your hunt, you just had to pick a church. What can you say? This place is rumored to have gorgeous looking pastors, and you're not one to turn down a delicious meal.
A figure cloaked in white hidden poorly inside the small confession booth catches your eye, and you can't help but grin in excitement as your eye turns a darker shade of lust. Even from afar, you can hear the testosterone in his veins, how pure the boy is, and how his body has been begging for release. You had a hunch that church boys would soothe your hunger better than anything else, and you were correct.
Calmly, you make your way towards the entrance of the booth, hunching down and sitting on the hard wooden seat right after. Thankfully, there aren't a lot of people inside. In fact, the cathedral seemed to be nearly empty— save for the few who were praying and the staff. So, you ignore how uncomfortable it is, how clogged the room is, and instead, divert your full focus onto the man that sat behind the wooden walls, separating the both of you.
"Hello, father." You greet with your head bowed down to conceal your smirk. You can vaguely make out the man's face from where you sat, the small holes carved onto the wall doing less than to hide his handsome front.
"Hello," You can almost hear the smile on his face, and this only makes your grin grow wider in return. You have no idea how, but his voice lets something inside you grow. Your desire for feeding is rising tenfold, and you have no idea for how long you'll be able to keep your lust at bay. The mere thought of having someone as pure as him sends your mind into a frenzy, as you can only imagine how delicious this boy will taste once he's under your control. The tone of his voice is so satisfying that it even makes your cunt water as it awaits his penetration. You can't wait to have him between your legs, and your mouth is already watering at the thought of having to taste his arousal. Your only option is to calm yourself down just for a little bit, not wanting to feel yourself grow sticky before you've even lulled your prey.
"What brings you here today?"
"I'm afraid I've committed a sin, Father." You say, your voice feigning sadness and shame.
"That's alright. The reason you've come here is to seek forgiveness and repent. Even that alone takes courage and you're admirable for that." You hear him say. His words only make you chuckle as you give absolutely no shits whether or not God forgave you or not, he's not yours to worship, and neither is God his. You think he should be worshiping you. "What is it that you did?"
Instead of answering his question, you throw one back at him. "What's your name, Father?" You ask, voice sounding dark while you lure him in. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
With the silence that takes over, you can tell that he's taken aback by your question because, honestly, who wouldn't? The purpose of this wall separating the both of you is to hide your identity, to make you feel less ashamed to confess your crimes and feelings because your persona isn't seen. Even if the two of you were to cross paths outside, he wouldn't be able to know it's you. So, although perplexed, he answers because, well, why shouldn't he?
"I'm Pastor Jake." He answers, tone sounding somewhat proud, and you can't help but coo when you notice him rocking in his seat between the gaps of the divider.
All you do is hum in acknowledgement, afterwards telling him your name. Your mind tries to form a plan in order to lure your prey towards somewhere more suitable for feeding, somewhere you can touch him without the worry of anyone finding out you're a demon.
"Father," You call out to him, raising your tone as you let your scent flood his nostrils. "Do you mind telling me about yourself first? I'm still kind of nervous."
You hear the boy stutter in his movements, no doubt due to the charm your aura is exuding. Nonetheless, he tries to recover by clearing his throat, answering your question right after. "Well…" He trails off in thought with a chuckle. "I'm actually quite nervous myself too, if I'm being honest."
At that, you make a sound of feigned amazement. Crossing your legs as you prompt your chin on the palm of your hands, you ask, "How so, father?"
Whatever he says next, you tune out. You swear it was something about it today being his first day appointed as a priest, but then again, you could be wrong. However, you're too busy looking around the place, hoping to find somewhere private to even care.
Your mouth is practically watering because of the scent he exudes. The smell of purity in his body lets your hunger grow, becoming more impatient to feed the more you hear the way he talks. He's the type of boy his parents would be proud of. He's the model apprentice that everyone aspires to be. Though, you know for a fact that he's certainly not enough to make your stomach full, but surely, his innocence has to count for something. You're soon going to lose control over everything, and your true form is going to reveal itself, the mana in your body proving to be insufficient as you feel it drain in half if you don't find a feeding place sooner.
The sudden noise of someone clearing their throat pulls you out of your thoughts, and you realize then that it was him who did it. And so, doing the same to compose yourself, you pull yourself together and begin your act once you've finally found a chamber used as a storage room that is accessible for the two of you. "Father, I don't think I can confess my sins here."
Silence arises between the both of you, and you're tense as you await a reaction. Assuming that he's going to let you continue, you tug. "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm not forcing you to confess, and you can always take your time."
How sweet.
How is it possible for a human to be so innocent and caring? You're almost saddened by the fact that you have to ruin him. It's a shame his God couldn't protect him from the likes of you.
"Is there somewhere more private where we can talk?" You ask, trying to segue the conversation to where you can lure him.
"U-Uhm… I'm not sure if it's okay—" He mumbles but you cut him off.
"I don't mind you seeing my face. I'm just not comfortable telling you here." You reason it out, hoping for him to be dumb enough to take the bait. "Can we go somewhere more secluded?"
He's conflicted. Realizing you're not the normal town folk he always sees entering the church, he wants to leave a good impression— especially since it's his first day of service. His town is small, everyone knows each other. Thus, he wants to be known as a priest that everyone can feel comfortable confiding in. So, wanting to be just that, he accepts your offer, letting you lead him towards the storage room, unbeknownst to your true intentions and form.
The two of you are about to reach your safe haven for the day when another person's voice abruptly makes the two of you stop. Your back is turned towards the person as you clench your jaw at having been stopped, and you don't make a move to turn, wanting to hide your face from the other.
"Jake?" You hear a man's voice say "Where are the two of you going? The mass is about to start."
Innocently, Pastor Jake just shrugged. "Everything is fine. I'll be there, don't worry."
And with that, you make quick steps in order to drag the boy farther away from the crowd. Once both of you were inside, you intentionally left the door unlocked, savoring the possibility of someone walking in and joining the two of you.
You walk over to him after doing so, placing yourself so close that he can feel your breath hitting his face.
He's a bit taken aback by your sudden movements; however, he doesn't peep a protest but stutters back in order to give the two of you some space.
Your meal is a beautiful sight to see. Your senses weren't wrong when it told you that the man behind the border was handsome. His hair is a beautiful shade of midnight black and it falls so naturally across his chiseled face. His eyes are wide and puppy-like and it's no surprise to you when you notice the upwards hook at the edges of his mouth, making him look like an adorable pet. Unlike the usual priests you've seen across the other towns, you really have to praise this one for having such young and youthful looking priests as they serve to be the most flavourful dishes. Not long has passed yet you're becoming weaker by the second and you can feel your composure dissipating as you imagine the future events that are about to happen once you put him under control.
Not wanting to wait any longer, you let your tail reveal itself, both because you wanted to conserve your remaining mana and because you yearn to see the look on his face once he finds out what you're going to do to him.
"Jake…" You call out his name without the title, releasing a chuckle after seeing the shocked look on his face as his mouth hangs open at the sight of your raven black tail swishing excitedly.
"Father, I've been starving." You say, voice sounding too alluring for Jake to keep his mind straight as the scent of your charm floods through his senses once again. Only this time, it makes him weaker as his body submits itself to your orders.
Feeling his knees start to buckle, he falls on the cold marbled floor with a soft thud. "W-What is happening to me?" He asks in a fit of desperation when he realizes he's unable to will his limbs to move.
The desperate and helpless look oozing inside his puppy dog eyes sets your body on fire. Your tail keeps swishing from behind you in glee as your horns slowly reveal themselves, sitting comfortably on the crown of your head.
"Y-You're a demon…" He concludes, words sounding awfully slurred as his eyes turn hooded with lust.
Smirking, you reply, "You just noticed?"
Come to think of it, he should've known that you were different from the start; your natural scent just seemed to stand out above everything else, the way the tone of your voice made him shiver, and the way you had no interest in anything other than yourself were clear signs. But in the end, how was he supposed to know that you were a creature that's out of this world?
Yes, the Bible talks about them, but, poor Jake has never seen one in person— nevertheless, this close and this pretty. There's this thing called "blind faith" in Christianity, which means that the servants of God should believe in him despite not being able to see. He just didn't think it worked the other way around, that he should've believed that demons existed without having to have seen them in person.
Although he's still baffled, he's aware that you're real. Although, half conscious, he knows what's going to happen next. He doesn't know what it is you clearly want from him, though. You said you were starving, so could it possibly mean that you're a vampire seeking blood? No, that's certainly not it, because if that were the case then there'd be no need for the boner that's peeking through his robes.
"Aww," You say in a high pitched voice, clearly mocking his inability. "Is the pastor begging for some pussy? I bet your dick is just begging to be touched. My, how have you survived all these years without release?"
The boy frowns at your words, wondering why you chose such vulgar things, but against his will, his dick twitches and it makes you smile.
Squatting down, you crawl your way towards his figure. When you reach him, you put your face close to his, making sure that your noses are touching, and you rub them together to feign comfort.
Because of the close proximity, you've once again been given a chance to look at his features; how clear his skin is and how there isn't an area of imperfection. You can see the light sprinkles of brown that fall onto his cheeks, where the sun usually hits. His eyelashes are long and perfectly curled upward, and his body trembles at your touch.
Unable to wait any longer, you make him take his robes off because, although the thought of corrupting someone as pure as him with a priest's robe on makes your cunt drip, you'd rather fuck him without it. You're just dying to see how his body looks underneath all those layers of clothing. After doing so, you sit on his lap, making him lean back on his palms as you wrap your limbs around his body.
Surprisingly, he's well built for someone who attends a book club more than the average townie, and his skin is as pure as milk. You skim your hands down from his chest, feeling and cupping each peck. Your fingers slowly rub against his nipples, and Jake's body can't help but twitch at the sensation. He'd try to pry your wandering hands off of him, but something in his body is preventing him from doing so. It feels wrong and strangely intimate, something he should be doing with someone he knows, but then again, he's unsure why it feels this good.
He watches with shaken eyes as you drag your hands from the middle of his chest and down to his lower abdomen to trace every ab he has on his stomach, and you only smile deviously as you watch how heavy his breathing has become.
You reach back and take his hands in yours, admiring the soft pink that coats his knuckles and the veins that protrude through his skin. Bringing his hand close to your mouth, you lean in and slowly lick each knuckle. You love the way he takes a deeper inhale when he feels the warm coat of your saliva coating his skin, making you smile in amusement, confidently repeating your actions.
You don't miss the thin layer of sweat arising on his skin nor do you take your eyes off of every muscle in his stomach. Looking further down on his body, you take a long pause just to look at his dick. With the effect of your charm, the boy has grown impossibly hard in mere minutes and is leaking all of himself. There's a small glob of precum right outside his hole, tempting you to lick it and so, you do.
You get off from his lap, once again going on all fours just so you can reach the underside of his dick. You lean closer towards his balls before digging your tongue on his thick length upwards towards the tip of his dick. You make sure to suck him as hard as you can, wanting to taste more of the precum coming out of his pretty dick more than anything else.
Jake lets out a loud whimper at your actions, hands bunching your hair in an effort to pull you off of him. He's only half intoxicated with your scent, just how you wanted it. His body is under your spell and all it wants is release, however, his mind is still conscious, knowing full well what's happening. He's trying to fight it. Believe him, he is. But it's hard when your own body is fighting against you. Though, that won't last for long because you know that with the way his body is reacting so early on in your rendezvous, he's soon going to give in fully without the need to use your magic because that's how man works. Once they've gotten a taste of what it's like to feel pleasure, they'll never want to go back.
You stay on all fours as you suck the life out of him, eliciting pretty grunts from the boy as he starts to shake in his seat due to the erotic sounds you were making while taking his dick down your throat. Making sure to bob your head, you let the drool pooling inside your mouth to escape past your lips and trail down his dick, reaching his balls.
Jake puts little to no effort into pulling you off of him, as every time he tries to pry your lips away from his dick, he has no choice but to stop and halt his movements with a loud cry, feeling you suck his dick harder than ever in defiance.
Finally, after what seemed like a full five minutes of purely sucking him inside your mouth, you release him. You let out a loud breath, letting his dick fall out of your mouth as oxygen returns to your lungs. With his hardness, Jake's dick still stands tall as it twitches every so often, waiting for more friction as he watches your eyes eye it maniacally.
You stick your tongue out for him to see the remnants of his precum clinging to your wet muscle, your saliva mixing with them. The boy lets out a small moan of pleasure, still in denial of how quickly he's growing to love your assault on his body. His eyes enlarge when he feels you wrap your hand around his dick, immediately moving to grip your wrist in a move to stop you, but his efforts are left in vain when you move your hand slowly along his length, ignoring the clutch he has on you.
With each stroke, Jake lets out whimpers of pleasure as you introduce him to yet another form of sin. His head is thrown back in pleasure, the volume of his moans heightening when he feels you rub him faster.
"Is it okay, Jake?" You ask, hand still moving at the same fast pace as it was before.
Jake is too busy whimpering as he looks at the way your hand moves up and down across his whole length with teary eyes, too dumb to comprehend what you just said. He's gasping every so often, making sure not to let himself get too loud and scream.
When you notice he isn't going to reply, you spit out a thick glob of saliva onto the tip of his dick and start jerking him off faster. Smiling, dubiously, you tsk out, "I asked you a question, father. Don't ignore me."
At the sudden change of pace, Jake lets out a loud cry. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his head gets thrown back, letting you see the way his Adam's apple moves as he gulps. "No! I— S-Stop… please."
Offended, you take your hands off of him and stand up to leave. When he feels your hands and warmth escape him, his eyes bulge at the loss of contact before desperately searching for you across the room.
His eyes are still in a daze, his body buzzing so loudly that he can feel his ears start to sting. When his eyes finally regain some consciousness, he looks for you and finds you lazily leaning against an empty table. His eyes turn into those adorable dog-like eyes that you were talking about earlier, and you might be wrong, but it seems as if they're begging for you to come back and touch him.
"Please…" He squeaks out in a shy tone, peeking at you through his eyelashes, and you resist the urge to cradle his head to your chest and treat him like a baby.
You're no sadist. You want to turn this man around and make him beg to be your dog. Make him realize what he's been missing, and at this point, you're just too in love with the way his sweat covered chest rises every time he takes a breath to compose himself and the pleasure filled look on his face when you were pumping his dick with your hand for you to let him go so easily.
Greedily, and feeling your patience running thin, you motion for him to come to you, and he does so, stumbling and clumsily staggering towards you. Once he does, you lean in and attach your lips to his neck, unable to contain the desire to mark your new territory. You wrap your hands around his waist, pulling his body flush against yours. His boner pokes against your inner thighs, and all you want to do is take him in already, but even though you're feeling desperate, you want him to break first, or else your ego wouldn't allow it.
"I—" Jake says before cutting himself off with a grunt once he feels you suck on the base of his neck harder.
"Hmm?" You reply, humming against the part of his neck where his shoulder and throat connects which causes a mode of vibrations to shoot through his body. As you do so, you take your hand and place it back on his dick, feeling him sigh from above you once he feels the pleasure coming back.
Endless shots of tingles overtake him and though he wants to say something, he can't because the combined movements of your hand pumping his dick and the open-mouthed kisses you leave across his neck is making his mind grow fuzzy, rendering him unable to speak.
Noticing this, you decide to take pity on him and to show him how merciful you can be. You tone down your movements to a more leisure pace and you automatically feel his body relax, no longer on the run to chase his orgasm.
Jake shivers when he feels your hot breath fanning his ear and he can't contain the moan that he lets out when he feels you bite on the shell.
"Speak." He hears what you say, but even though your hand has slowed down its movement on his dick, he still can't form a sentence because now, he doesn't even remember what he wanted to say in the first place.
Oh, you're messing with him. He can tell your whole being in itself is messing with his mind all together and you're doing a damn good job at it. Just thinking about your pretty red lips wrapped around the whole of his dick sets his mind into a frenzy.
Looking up, he hopes that God will forgive him for the sinful act he's committing, knowing full well that having intercourse out of wedlock is a vital sin in itself. But he's taken away once he hears you laugh at him as you shake your head, finding him entertaining, and only then does he notice that he's said his apologies out loud.
All of a sudden, his mind seems to have retaken its consciousness as his cheeks erupt in flame. All he can do is condemn you in his mind for giving him his conciseness back at the worst timing possible, and this time, he makes sure to say it in his mind and not aloud.
In your defense, he wanted to say something. That's why you gave him the privilege of thinking coherently again.
Now, all Jake wants to do is hide himself, but he can't. Not when he's caged by your arms around his waist. He knows his confession should be the last thing he should be worried about. You're literally stroking his hardened cock in your hands while his clothes are disregarded somewhere inside the room, so clearly, he has more things to be embarrassed about. But Jake's mind is getting fuzzy again. Though you've given him the freedom to take action, he's at a loss. With your charm or not, he has somewhat fallen for your game, and with the lustful look you're giving him while you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts, it's only a matter of time before he loses all control.
"W-What are you?" He squeaks out again like last time just for the sake of talking to you, eyes down at you shyly.
"My poor Jake," You coo, cradling his face in the palm of your hand. "You really are the most innocent thing I've ever seen. I can just eat you whole."
At that, Jake's eyes widen, fear swimming within those pretty doe eyes. He freezes in his spot as his whole body tenses when he hears your laugh echo all throughout the room. It's scary and there's a part of him that knows your words have a possibility of becoming his reality.
Though he's scared of you, there's another part inside him that's egging him on— a part that wants you to kneel down and take his dick inside your mouth again. He thinks it's you, thinks that it's your charm affecting him. However, like you've said, it's been a long time since you clouded his mind, so really, he's just being a massive pervert. But he doesn't need to know that. You'll let him entertain his thoughts and watch him crumble beneath you while still being in denial because you live to see the conflict in a man's eyes.
"D-Do you really… mean that?" He squeaks out, his voice sounding so small as his lips rest in a pout.
"Hmm," You contemplate, and from Jake's point of view, he's at a loss for words because he just doesn't know what to expect from you. You're something out of this world, and it's impossible for a mere human like him to predict your motives. "Do you believe in demons, father? Demons of Lust to be exact."
Gosh, he should've known, if angels existed, so should you. All his life, he prayed for the guidance of angels and saints. If only he knew that all of them were wasted in vain. That just when he thought that he had come one step closer to being a better servant of God, he's here kneeling before a demon who feeds on humans' sexual desires.
Seeing the mortified look on the boy's face, you scoff in amusement. "Did you really think holy water could keep me away from you? May you bathe in a gallon or drink it whole, I will still be able to touch you," You say in a menacing tone. You grip his locks in your hand, forcing him to straighten and meet your eyes. "Consume you at most."
You can feel Jake's body start trembling, and you can only bite your tongue for your stupidity. You didn't intend to scare him with facts, so you take the liberty and tuck his face into your neck, telling him to take a deep breath so that your scent can cloud his mind once again. Immediately, his body starts to relax, and his mouth opens wide to get more of the air mixed with you inside his body. You let him repeat the same actions for minutes, letting him calm himself down, and to your surprise, you felt him start placing open mouth kisses on your neck soon after.
Jake's plush lips against your neck, mixed with the airy moans he's letting out while you caress his head, make Jake hum in delight, mouth still pressed against the side of your neck.
"So… pretty." He looks at the skin with clouded eyes, cock twitching when he looks at the saliva that coats the skin that he had just kissed and sucked. You can't help but hum in satisfaction as you feel the boy start grinding his boner against your thigh, and you let him do whatever he wants. His dick is painfully hard against your skin, and knowing that he's now under your control, your hole starts begging again.
His hips rock against your thigh, and you feel him pick up the pace as time goes by— probably getting a feel of his orgasm. The volume of Jake's moans starts to heighten, and you let him use your thigh as a surface to get off on, humming every now and then whenever he looks at you with eyes that seemed as if he was begging, pleading for any sort of validation and climax.
"I- I… Something's—" He says, cutting himself off when a particular thrust becomes a little too pleasurable. "I… Should I keep going? I feel like… I'm going to— to pee myself."
Fuck
Of course, he doesn’t know what an orgasm is. He’s an innocent boy. How can he know such a sinful thing?
The boy has probably never experienced dick relief in his entire life and has probably woken up in the middle of the night with a wet patch in his boxers. Did he think he peed himself? That’s so adorable. However, there’s not a doubt in your body that the boy oozes sex appeal without even having any sort of experience in the field.
He has probably never masturbated in his life, has he? This is probably his first time humping anything, and the thought alone makes you swoon.
Cooing, you pat the top of his head to show your affection, pouting in mockery due to how innocent and cute the boy is.
You bunch up his hair in your hands, and seeing him look at you with hooded eyes turns you wicked. His mouth is open, moans easily, spilling out now that his orgasm is nearing. "Let go, Jake. Be a good whore and show me how you look when you cum untouched." You spit out.
Jake audibly gasps when you call him such a name, looking as if he’s been betrayed. You’re treating him with so much care, letting him hump your thigh while you pat his head and yet, you call him a whore?
He’s not a whore. Jake never sleeps around. Hell, Jake has never kissed anyone but his mother, let alone touch a woman like this before. Well, technically, you aren’t a woman woman. You’re a demon. Not human, but still a woman at best, so he’ll count it. Well, not that he’s proud of it— is he?
Why would you call him one? Though he wants to appeal and tell you that he isn't, Jake doesn't get a chance to because just when he was about to peak his orgasm, he suddenly freezes, hearing the door open.
"Hello? Ja—" Standing by the door you’ve purposely left unlocked is a boy wearing the same clothes as Jake. There, he stands frozen at the scene of you and Jake in the corner of the room.
Jake’s back is facing him, giving the stunned boy a nice view of his exposed ass while in between the legs of a woman who has horns on her head and a tail swishing behind her. It’s really an odd sight. Even without the extra anatomy added onto you, it would still be strange, not to mention inappropriate — especially inside a church, a place where they’re supposed to give themselves to Christ. Yet, here the two of you are, having sexual intercourse beside a statue of St. Nicholas— the two of you didn’t notice that, though.
Embarrassed, Jake dives into your neck and hides while his body presses against yours as if he thinks he can mold into you and magically disappear.
"J-Jake? What is…" The boy doesn’t get to utter another word, as before he could even finish his question, you're already darting out a hand, expressing your charm, and letting the boy in question fall under your spell. Jake watches as his friend falls into a dazed trance, half wondering if that's what he looks like right now even though he has stayed somewhat conscious thanks to you, and half not giving a damn.
"Who’s that, Jake?" You whisper at the back of his ear. Your breath tickles him, which results in him cringing further into your body. Cutely, he whines, still embarrassed at being caught.
"That’s Heeseung Hyung." He answers, mumbling against you. "He’s another newly appointed priest, like me."
Oh
Oh
So, you will be able to fully quench your thirst after such a long time of waiting.
With the fantastic turn of events, you motion for Heeseung to come near both of you. As Heeseung strides towards the both of you, you take Jake's face out of his comfort zone— your neck, as you pull him in for a messy kiss.
It looks rushed and dirty, but you won't have it any other way. From an onlooker's point of view, it looked as if you were trying to eat his face whole with the way your tongue is digging down his throat and how you're sucking so violently on his bottom lip. Your hand crawls down from his waist and all the way down towards the plush skin of his ass, palming and kneading the flesh as you push them into you, guiding them to press onto your clothed vagina.
Jake releases a loud moan into your mouth when he feels your soaked heat, and his mouth opens ajar from the pleasure the mere act of pressing his dick against you gives. Nevertheless, you don't stop your actions and continue to suck on his swollen lips.
Eyeing the boy, Heeseung, with hooded eyes as you continue to feel up Jake's body, you watch as his doll-like eyes begin to cloud even hazier with lust, just like his friend. You're going to have a field day with this town's priests. Where the fuck do they get them? They're all so fucking hot. So, you wonder why they would waste their beauty serving God and not you at some old, run-down shithole?
Never mind that. You can take matters into your own hands. They were born into this belief which means it's easier to sway them, and show them what it feels like to live freely without any bounds.
Sex is amazing, and lust isn't a sin; it's a fucking blessing.
Already, you're in love with Heeseung's eyes. His eyes portray every emotion so vividly. You can see the longing in his eyes as he watches his friend get the majority of your attention, and you can see how he's silently begging for you to order him around.
No more are the innocent priests who knew nothing but to kneel before God. Now, they kneel stark naked before you, worshiping your cunt as you order both of them to eat you out like their lives depended on it. Both of them are intoxicated, and Jake has given up in trying to regain consciousness. Besides, he knows you'll give it to him eventually if he's good. All he wants now is to please you. To hear your praises ringing through the walls.
While you instruct Jake to thrust his tongue inside and around your soaking cunt, you guide Heeseung to place himself above the other as he sucks your clit. Your legs are spread wide, both in order to accommodate the both of them and to make it easier for you to watch them go crazy over the taste of a vagina.
The loud sound of slurping and sucking fills the walls of the storage room, both boys moaning against your pussy at your taste. You're sweet and addictive, it's otherworldly. Neither of them can get enough, as they hardly even make a move to leave your cunt. They're moaning against it, and you doubt either of them would leave anytime soon.
When Heeseung starts sucking and flicking his tongue and Jake thrusts his whole tongue inside your hole, you give them their reward in a form of praise. "The both of you are so fucking good. So innocent and pretty." You hum, swaying Heeseung's hair away from his forehead.
Suddenly, Heeseung pulls away from your grasp and Jake does the same against your vagina. Both of them looked repulsed and confused. You quirk an eyebrow at this, about to ask them what the matter was, before Jake licks his lips clean, saying, "You shouldn't cuss, Miss."
And to add to that, Heeseung says, "God will be angry at you if you say bad words like that."
For the love of Lucifer, can this scene be anymore entertaining? Two innocent men who have served God longer than they have known how to speak, kneeling before a succubus; the very being that encourages them to sin, and they're worried about you cussing.
"Don't worry about me, boys. God already despises me," You say, clicking your tongue as you cup Jake's cheeks in one hand, fingers pressing against his soft skin, making the boy pout. "And I, to him."
"But God forgives everyone, Miss!" Heeseung bursts, leaning his head against your inner thighs before placing a quick kiss against it.
"Not so sure about that. Besides, God should be the least of your worries right now." You dismiss it, already fed up with the topic.
The two look at each other innocently, both tilting their heads as if to ask the other what they should do. They're convinced that you are worthy of forgiveness, seemingly forgetting the fact that you are the reason they're committing a sin. Nonetheless, they dismiss it when neither of them answers, and you watch in delight as the two of them suck and thrust, tail swishing to show them how much you enjoy it.
You insert two fingers in your mouth, coating them with saliva before releasing them with a loud pop. With your other hand, you grip the back of Heeseung's head, dragging him to lay on top of you on all fours while Jake takes control over your pussy.
Once he's well situated on your stomach near your pelvis, you eye your finger, signaling for him to lean in and take it in his mouth. However, it seems as if you forgot that these two are more inexperienced than a newborn sex demon because Heeseung just eyes your fingers in wonder.
"Well, you're just the most adorable thing on earth, aren't you, pretty boy?" You chuckle at yourself after realizing this, and you tap your fingers against his pouty lips. Picking up the signs you throw at him, Heeseung takes your fingers in his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head like how you would suck dick, nodding his head against them to show you that he agrees with your statement.
"Miss~" You hear Jake whine against your cunt before he nips at your clit to show his distaste. "I thought I was your pretty boy?"
"Fuck, Jake." You curse out after seeing Jake's chin and lips practically covered in your juices. Despite the sexual deeds that the three of you have been doing, the two still manage to look impossibly innocent, and somehow, that makes you want to ruin them more.
From where he's sitting, Heeseung listens in on your conversation with his friend. He looks at Jake when he speaks and then back at you when he hears you curse once again. His brows knit together, and his pout is ever so evident, even when your fingers are in between his lips. "Miss!"
He's scolding you, but you're not in any way, shape, or form threatened by it. Instead, you laugh, throwing your head back as you retract your hand from Heeseung's mouth.
You sigh. "The two of you are a dream."
However, Heeseung isn't one to back down, as is Jake. Their stare at you is relentless, expecting you to apologize for using such vulgar language towards them. Neither of them can take the fact that a pretty creature like you, who's satisfying them with this new found feeling, is using such horrid words. So, now, as if they're on their last straw— they aren't— they ask you to apologize.
You roll your eyes at the two of them and scoff out a simple "Sorry." And just like clockwork, Jake goes back to work on eating you out while Heeseung leans his face close to yours, asking for a kiss.
You let out a satisfied hum as the two of you start making out. It's slow and quite sensual— the complete opposite of what you and Jake were doing prior. This is new, and you didn't think you were going to be into it, but alas, you find out something new every day, don't you?
Hunched over as he kisses you, Heeseung's dick lays heavy and angry against your stomach, twitching from time to time as you feel beads of precum escaping his head. You reach over and grab it in your hands, slowly jerking him off.
It takes the boy by surprise, making him gasp into the kiss in shock as he lurches forward. "W-What are you do— Ohh."
His body writhes in pleasure, and it takes him a few seconds to regain the ability to resume his kiss with you. You don't mind though; you're happy to see his reaction just by you pumping his dick at such a lazy pace.
Innocent.
So. Fucking. Innocent.
You have no idea whether you should damn their parents to heaven— since hell is your personal paradise— for making such handsome men and giving them no education when it came to sexual acts or be grateful. Just realizing how pure these two are makes a gush of arousal surge out of your vagina, and Jake is quick to lay his tongue flat against your skin and lick it up.
After a while of continuing the same agenda on repeat, you finally deem the time appropriate. Honestly, your cunt has been dripping more than it usually does during feeding— granted, some of the liquid is actually Jake's saliva. Well, it's understandable since there's two gorgeous men on top of you.
Initially, you had wanted to prolong all of this, but your patience is running thin and your hole is literally clenching around nothing. It's only a matter of time before you're begging for one of them to put their dicks in you, but thankfully, they cave in first.
"Miss," Jake calls out, lifting his face momentarily from your vagina, only to rub his nose against your clit affectionately before murmuring a choked, "My… thing... it hurts so bad."
Hearing his friend confess gives Heeseung the courage to do the same, choking out a plea as he nods his head in agreement. Both of them look at you with those pretty eyes, and you immediately agree— not that you were going to deny them either way.
The bambi is obedient when it comes to your orders, as when you pat Heeseung's butt, telling him to stand up so you can lift yourself off of the table, he obeys, cutely climbing off of you. Now, both of them are standing, waiting for your instructions. Both their dicks look painfully erect, twitching as they hang in the air while they watch your naked figure hop off of the table.
You try to hide your need for the two boys as you feign it by arching your back, making it so that your chest is pressed onto the air while your butt rises, showing them your unrealistic curves. Your body, like any demon of lust, is something that's unachievable— like purity. It's an act, a tool used to bait their prey. Naturally, the more one looks at it, the further they go down the rabbit hole, hardly ever seen again until you free them from their cages.
Your body is exuding an absurd amount of your scent and charm. It intoxicated the two boys, making them hornier than they initially were. With just that, the boys are put under a lustful spell, and it's Jake who breaks composure first— not that you think Heeseung was doing any better seeing as he's eyeing his dick with curiosity, wondering why the fuck it was twitching so much. Neither of the boys could comprehend what was happening— one, because they were put under your spell, and two, because this has never happened before.
Heeseung could remember a time when he accidentally brushed his hand against his own bulge one time when it was erect, but he was immediately caught by his father. Needless to say, Heeseung was scheduled for an endless lecture at church and a whipping from his father while he prayed the bible by the poor young boy's hunched body on the ground. But with Heeseung's mind severely clouded with lust, all he could think about was sex and relief. As Heeseung eyes his dick with wide eyes, he wonders what it is that he should do to relieve the pain that it's causing. That's when he remembers what you did to him just a while ago—the way your hands felt so good on his dick and how noise after noise brought up by pleasure formed in his throat. He wonders, will it be the same if he did it to himself? Is he allowed to?
Warily and with shaking hands, he taps his head as an experiment, causing him to suddenly jolt and whine loudly as he pouts.
Hearing him, you quickly turn and smirk at the sight of both of them trying to get some relief without your proper guidance. They're just innocent little babies to you. Food that has somewhat turned you soft. They know jack shit about sex and they clearly know even less when it came to masturbating. So, you watch with amused eyes as Jake eventually falls to his feet and starts touching his dick but fails to get the same relief he wanted. From the looks of it, he's either squeezing too hard or too soft, and the way he's touching himself looks rather awkward. He's shaking his dick for some reason, but again, what were you expecting?
As a cocky smirk remains splattered across your lips, you make your way towards Jake's helpless figure. You place your feet on top of his whole erection, pressing a bit harder than usual just because you felt playful.
"Aww, poor Jakey can't get rid of his boner." You say this mockingly while stepping on his dick. The action causes the boy to throw his head back with a strangled groan. His hands snap to clutch onto your ankle, but like before, you aren't fazed. Instead, you dig the soles of your feet harder into him, toes rubbing his head.
When Jake realizes that what you're doing is helping him relieve the tense feeling in his private area, the hand on your ankle that was supposedly there to pull it off begins holding it in place instead.
You grin in hilarity as you watch Jake start grinding on your feet, sighing dreamily at the sight of him raising his hips to roll it onto your heel.
"What am I going to do to a dog like you, father?" You ask after a particularly loud moan leaves his lips. "When the townsfolk see how much of a slutty bitch their pastor is, do you think they'd laugh?"
"I-I… Uhm," He answers, feeling confused as to why the sound of you calling him by the title "father" arouses him so much. He isn't even able to complete his sentence, and he doesn't even try to remember what he had planned to say. All he can focus on is your skin on his penis and nothing else. Jakes' eyebrows knit together, his mouth still open as a whimper slips past it; however, the boy doesn't stop thrusting into your feet. He's even going as far as to rub your mid met onto the underside of his dick.
"You'd like that, won't you?" You scoff out, putting a large amount of weight onto the foot that's on Jake's cock. "Wanna make them hear how much of a slut you've turned into just for some quick relief."
The boy screams loudly, and you're sure someone from the other side of the door can hear him, but he's too far gone to care. In fact, he even nods at you in agreement. "Y-Yes!"
"Miss," You hear Heeseung call out to you with a whiny voice that resembles a child who wants attention. "Me too, please."
"I'm sorry, honey." Apologizing to him, you pull your feet away from Jake, making him sob as all the pleasure and attention he was receiving got taken away in an instant. He watches with jealous eyes as you cradle Heeseung's face in your hands before kissing his friend's pouty lips.
"Come here, Jakey."
If Jake's being honest, he doesn't know which is his favorite name to be called; Jake, or baby. In truth, the boy really doesn't mind which one you choose to use. He loves all of them. Each one elicits a different reaction from him, but ultimately, all of them make his stomach flutter.
So, he obeys you devotedly but enviously shoves Heeseung to the side, taking his place in front of you. Jake leans into you, quickly attaching his lips to yours in need. The essence of your vagina is on every inch of his tongue, lips, and it's spread across the whole validity of his lower face. When Jake puts his tongue shyly inside your mouth, you taste yourself, and you can't help but moan.
The boy has been eating you for minutes, and there hasn't been a single complaint thrown. You're even surprised his muscle hasn't strained, and that just proves to you how they've been on the wrong end of the spectrum their whole upbringing.
While Jake's lips stay glued to yours, your hands reach out for the other, fully knowing that he has a pout across his porcelain face for being pushed aside and neglected. You pull him towards you, and he gasps when his cock touches your wet mound. Feeling your slick walls hit a part of his dick, Heeseung can't help but beg for you to do something— anything, because at this point, his penis has been tense for so long, he feels like his testicles are about to implode.
You've touched Jake so much, pressed your feet against him, and he's watched you kiss the boy so much, yet all you've done to him is a quick makeout session and a pump on his dick at a languid pace. He wants to come, and he wants you to give it to him.
"P-Please, Miss. I can't take it anymore!"
Halting your kiss but not pulling away entirely, smirk against Jake's lips as you eye Heeseung, who's on your side.
"Yeah? What do you want, father?" You ask in a teasing manner, and Heeseung has to swallow the embarrassing groan in his throat upon hearing you call him that.
"My penis is hurting so much, Miss. Please do something." He says desperately before whining when he sees the way Jake is feeling your body up. "And why is he touching you like that?! I-I can do better!"
"You can?" You say with your eyebrows raised as you pull away from Jake, amused by his sudden outburst, that you can't help but chuckle.
"Yes, I-I can!"
You feel Jake scoff against your lips, and you only roll your eyes at their behavior, but there's a sense of underlying amusement for the situation at hand. You're not at all phased by their childish actions. You're actually quite impressed by how much of their personalities they're showing you. Both of them are extremely envious, and both seek attention from you constantly. You're not sure if this is how they act on a daily basis. The horniness is definitely not something ordinary, but you wonder if there's a hidden part of them that's tempted to sin. Jealousy is a dangerous thing, but it doesn't seem to be much of their concern.
"All right then." You announce, guiding Heeseung to sit on a leather-clad chair while the other stays standing behind you.
Heeseung tries to fight it in himself to squirm and whine as he watches you sit on his lap, back facing him. Your arousal drenched cunt slides along his whole cock, covering his whole length with your juices.
On the other hand, sitting on top of Heeseung's dick and lap lets you come face to face with Jake's hard dick. As you look up at him, you see him eyeing the small gap between the tip of his penis and your mouth, remembering the time a while ago when it was inside it. It was euphoric, and no pleasure could equal it. Seeing your mouth stuffed with his dick and you unable to speak as you mumble and hum across his whole length makes Jake's dick visibly twitch, afterwards leaking a thick streak of precum.
Your eyes follow the way it trickles down towards the underside of his dick, watching as it runs down and stains the pulsating veins against his length. Feeling your composure running thin and unable to hold yourself back, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out, and pressing it against the base of his cock. The tip of your wet muscle presses against his balls as you hold his dick up with one hand, and when you trail your tongue across the trail of precum it left up to his sensitive head, Jake lets out a loud moan in pleasure, his breathing already turning ragged.
"You ready, boys?" A sinister smirk forms across your lips as you ask him this, momentarily looking over your shoulder. When you and Heeseung make eye contact, the boy suddenly turns shy. Heeseung bites his lips cutely, his deer-like eyes looking up at you as per usual as he nods.
Right on cue, the church bells start ringing, signaling that the mass will soon begin. But your boys take no action to move, and somehow, this makes your chest start swelling with glee, making you feel very eager to have them inside you.
Although oblivious to the exact details of your question, Heeseung and Jake nodded nonetheless. You make quick work lining Heeseung's tip onto your salivating hole, and Heeseung's hands shakily grip your hips as he watches you sink down on his whole length in one go, his dick disappearing into your wet mound.
Unable to keep silent, Heeseung moans aloud and throws his head back when the pleasure hits him harder than a truck. Even though it's only his cock that's inside you, it feels as if his whole body is being sent into a flame, and automatically, he's getting hotter and sweatier. All he wants is for you to move, anticipating how much pleasure he'll receive, but you don't, and he's only left disappointed.
"Miss~" He whines drunkenly, his eyes closing as he pleads. "Please, move."
"My, my," You coo, body twisting so you can hook your arms across his shoulder momentarily. You lean your head close to him, bumping your nose against his pointed one as you ask him a question affectionately. "Getting impatient?"
"Yes." He answers with no hint of shyness at all.
Finding his desperation adorable, you coo, pulling Heeseung's face towards you, making your lips clash as you start moving your hips slowly on top of his dick. As a result, Heeseung starts to moan into your mouth; a gust of his breath goes inside your mouth, and you swallow it.
"Does that feel good?" You bite Heeseung's lip as the two of you kiss, and he whimpers into your mouth, gripping your hips tighter when he feels your insides clench around his dick. "I bet it does, doesn't it?"
Heeseung groans and hums against your mouth, the way his body lurches forward doing nothing but affirming you as it makes you press your back against his wide chest further.
While the two of you proceed to make out, Jake watches the two of you, and his mouth starts to salivate. His dick is uncontrollably moving in the air, jolting every so often when he zeroes in on the sight of Heeseung's slick coated dick being inserted in and out of your pussy. Jake can see the way it's shining with your juice, the light hitting just right for it to become visible.
Eventually, you look at Jake and watch with pity as he continues to watch in hunger while you fuck Heeseung. He isn't even making a move to touch himself like last time, just feeling too captivated by the way his friend's dick looks at the moment to care about satisfying his own body.
Continuing to move your hip at the same punishing pace, you pull away from the deer-like boy. For a moment, Heeseung chases your lips until it eventually goes far from his reach. He was about to start complaining before you take him by surprise by suddenly starting to circle your hips across his lap, and he suddenly throws his head back due to the new angle.
Wanting to give your other boy attention, you reach for Jake's thighs, wrapping them across the hard muscle before you pull him towards you. You pull him until his dick is pressed against your lips, planting a small kiss on his head before taking him inside your mouth.
Jake gasps once he feels your warm mouth around his aching length, his body stilling from surprise. His eyes are closed, but his mouth stays open as he releases a whimper, feeling your sharp nails dragging alongside his thighs, leaving more marks.
Just then, you make the move to bottom out on both holes. You sink yourself fully onto Heeseung's dick, both of your thighs pressing firmly against each other. As for Jake and your mouth, you press your palms across the plush skin of Jake's ass before pushing his hips into your mouth, making it so that your nose touches his happy trail and his dick hits against the back of your throat.
Both boys release a loud, satisfactory moan in unison, feeling their dicks hit the farthest they can inside both holes.
Though your gag reflex is completely non-existent and you're incapable of feeling that sensation, you gag fakely around Jake's dick, fully knowing that the vibrations caused by your throat wrapped around his dick and the contractions would give him complete bliss. At the same time, you grip his hips and start guiding him to thrust into your mouth, and with time, he soon gets the memo that you're telling him to fuck your face. Now, without the guidance of your hands, you take Jake's dick in your throat, completely pliant, as you leave him to thrust his hips desperately, ignoring the bruises it'll leave on the roof of your mouth after he's done with you.
"Mhm," He hums breathlessly while he watches your mouth stuffed with his cock. "'Looks so pretty right now with my penis inside your mouth, Miss."
Cute, he's still using the word penis when referring to the dick that's covered in your saliva.
Unable to talk, all you do is nod, his dick following your motions, and he throws his head back again and moans as per routine.
On the other hand, Heeseung's chest rises and falls as he leans breathlessly against the backrest. He watches the way his dick disappears when your ass and his pelvis collide, completing the action with a loud smack due to how hard you're going down on his lap. There's no stopping you, and believe me, Heeseung doesn't want you to ever stop either, because if something gets in the way of him finally achieving relief, he'll cry.
There's something about corrupting a virgin that drives you on—however, having two at once makes everything ten times more arousing: the idea of destroying someone's innocence to the point where reality becomes a blur to them. Both their thought processes are the same: God above everything, though you're sure that'll change soon enough. Now, they're desperate for sex. Their innocence mixed with the lust shining in their eyes is adorable, and you have no doubt that if you lose control now, you're going to cum first, and that has never happened before.
At one point, Jake's precum on your tongue gets too addictive, and you're left yearning for more. So, you work harder and try to perform better than you already were just to get more out of him.
Jake's hips halt when you take your mouth off of him and wrap both of your slender hands around the whole of his dick. You roll your palm against his head before gripping his dick a bit harder against your hand, sliding it down, and watching as the saliva that coats Jake's dick stretches and breaks with the distance. Your hand turns against his length as you push his hot head inside your puffy lips, providing Jake with the utmost amount of pleasure, absentmindedly slowing your motions against Heeseung's dick until they come to a full stop.
With your mind focused solely on his friend, Heeseung is desperate to continue his journey towards satisfaction. So, he experimentally thrusts his hips up into you, repeating the action when you moan against Jake's dick and shake your ass for him to continue.
As Heeseung continues his assault against your cunt, you continue to suck Jake off, your actions speeding up when you notice the clear signs of his peak pleasure surfacing; his breath becomes staggered, his whole body is tensed, and both his hands desperately pull on your hair, guiding you to move your lips against his dick. Jake's brows are knit together, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, however, this does little to nothing when it comes to concealing his moaning pleas.
For a brief moment, you take his head out of your mouth. "You close, baby—" You ask, but the wind gets knocked out of your chest when he takes you by surprise, pulling your head to take all of his dick in one fast motion.
"Ah!" Jake hisses and his whole body quivers as shots of his hot cum paints your throat and mouth, hips stuttering as he thrusts into you to ride off his orgasm. A long, dragged out moan comes out of Jake's mouth, and you hum against his length, not minding the fact that he just cut you off nor the fact that you feel the roof of your tongue sting because of the bruises that he's left.
Just then, you hear the pastor in charge of leading the mass start preaching about the importance of maintaining one's innocence and how, as subjects of Christ, we must not falter and surrender to evil. The volume of his voice heightens, stressing each statement so as to convince the town folk, who are unaware of the events that are taking place within these holy grounds.
You gasp to catch some air when Jake's dick finally retracts from your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes and sticking your tongue out.
"W-Where did it…?" His question halts when he realizes that you've downed all his semen, afterwards whining at you, finding it incredibly hot.
Suddenly, you feel the boy behind you dig his nails deep into your hips, leaving crescent marks. You look over your shoulder to see Heeseung, who's desperately thrusting into you, trying to reach his own high. The pleading look on his face combined with the way you feel his large dick hit up until your belly button makes you lurch forward, almost falling down if it weren't for Jake, who dashingly catches you.
As he steadies you, Jake gets down on his knees and takes you aback. You groan afterwards when you see him dart his tongue to lick at your slit, Heeseung's dick still pounding into you. It all feels too good: Heeseung behind you hammering his dick up inside you, and Jake on his knees, pretty eyes closed as he savors your taste.
From time to time, Jake's tongue hits Heeseung's dick when the boy pulls his length out, and you feel your own high approaching like a storm. It's coming fast, and it's going to hit both you and Heeseung so hard. Your body is coiling, a hand tangled in Jake's raven hair, and he opens his eyes to show you those adorable irises while the other wraps around Heeseung's neck, dragging him close so you can look at both of them.
Pleadingly, Jake's eyes stay locked with yours, and it's as if both of the boys got the memo that your high is approaching without you announcing it. Their movements become rougher. The palm of Heeseung's hands plants itself on the chair and uses it as leverage to lift himself off. His other arm stays preoccupied, wrapping itself across your stomach to guide you up and down his dick while he jackhammers it inside you. You thank him by attaching your lips against his neck. Gratefully, you leave your mark, now claiming the two of them as your very own.
Jake wraps his plump lips all over your bud, his tongue harshly flicking against it, and it all makes your head spin, head retracting from Heeseung's neck to momentarily throw it back in pleasure. "The both of you are going to drive me insane."
It all hits you at once; Heeseung's cum painting your walls, Jake's pornographically loud moan, and your orgasm that knocks all the breath out of your lungs.
You've never came this hard before, and it's a whole new experience that you greedily want to have again. Amazingly, Heeseung doesn't stop thrusting into you just yet, and neither does Jake. They're both learning so fast, and it just shows more evidence to your theory that both boys were born into the wrong world. But there's no need to fret, you're here to save them and re-sort them, bring them yourself towards where they truly belong, with you.
By the time it finishes, you hear the loud echoes of the churchgoers' cheers and claps. You realize that the mass is over and that this whole scene happened within the span of an hour.
Heeseung pants as you gently lift yourself off to take his dick out of you, chuckling when you hear him hiss once his length leaves the warmth of your insides. "So cold. Wanna go back inside."
"Back off, Hyung. It's supposed to be my turn." Jake calls out, which makes both of your heads turn. Your brows raise in shock and amazement, realizing the reason for Jake's loud moan was because he jerked himself off and came on his hand.
When he sees your eyes fixate themselves on his abs and dick, both covered in his own lustful fluid, Jake's sulk falters. He grows shy, and his blush only grows even more feverish, his lips pouting as he shies away from your gaze.
As you stand up, you grab Jake's hand, guiding him down to sit next to Heeseung so he can rest. You hunch down, facing both of them as you cup their faces in the palms of your hands. They watch in a trance as your face consorts to one that portrays pure mischief, and a mix of adrenaline and excitement spreads across their chest. For some odd reason, there's no hint of fear anymore, only the greed to see what's yet to come. You guide both their heads to press against each other, blushy cheeks squeezing.
The both of them look up at you as you watch their naked bodies side by side, your mark of ownership shining dimly in purple light. "There's no need to rush. We have all the time we need in hell."
And surprisingly, neither of them is opposed to your idea.
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i. medical haywire
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ various! hazbin hotel x female seraphim! reader
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summary: as the seraphim responsible for the management of heaven's medical areas, your days are mostly spent in the comfort of labs and clinics. though, those mudane days seem to shift into more interesting ones after meeting the princess of hell and her little group.
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warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood, too much caffeine intake, not proofread; there might be grammatical errors, all lowercase letters
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heaven was as bright and bustling as ever, regardless of the time of day. whether it'd be the sun shining, or the moon. every corner of the city was filled with fun and joy, not a single hint of negativity. heaven was paradise, after all. a paradise that everyone wanted to get a taste of. it was the embodiment of dreams, everyone would agree. this was place that granted them a life that was worth living, even in the afterlife.
however, you wouldn't say that this was your dream. in the presence of the night, you remained unfazed as you continued with your work. eerie silence seeping into the laboratory room you were currently in, despite being all alone, this somehow bought you comfort instead of uneasiness. being surrounded by laboratory equipment and machinery, your attention shifted from the blood sample in your hands to the medical files on the metal table near you. it wasn't just any pile, almost every corner of that table was filled with piles and piles of folders almost the size of mountains.
after you received the report of an extermination angel's murder, you haven't slept in days. an angel was behead, that kept you up at night. each time you thought about it, your curiousity and thirst for knowledge were eating you up from the inside and out. you wanted to dwell deeper into the topic, but you still had medical areas to run. and with the recent news that you received about the extermination, you wanted nothing more than to just drown yourself in your own misery. every six months, really?
extermination angels return with more wounds than what others would expect. and with thousands of them returning with injuries that range from scratches to more notable wounds, the extermination is something you do not look forward to dealing with. you are definitely not surprised, these sadistic fuckers are too overconfident in their own actions, lacking in armor and more driven to attack, and because of that, you're the one who has to suffer with treating them.
and now that those demons know what they can do to angels, you're expecting more bloodshed during extermination. and that means more work. and not mention that the extermination angels should be in the best condition possible to participate, thus, you have to monitor all of them regularly. and with your more 'common' patients, the residents of the city, you haven't seen and felt daylight nor the moonlight in who knows how long now. you haven't even slept yet, only taking naps here and there that only last around half an hour or so.
as you checked your watch, you noted that the project you were currently working on would have to be continued in the next few hours instead. you followed quite a strict and busy schedule, which is not surprising for one of the highest of seraphims. you tidied up the lab a bit, rummaging through the almost endless amount of files and folders, grabbing a few before your eyes fell onto a folder that had a letter "v" in the middle. you momentarily paused your actions, frozen in place as you stared at it. you eventually pushed it aside and grabbed the files under it before you stood and made your way out, turning off the lights and locking the door.
the halls were dimly lit, casting an unsettling sense of uneasiness. though, you walked through them without a care in the world, this was heaven after all, no one would harm you here. each door you passed was dark and disturbing, expected as it was almost two o'clock in the morning. your steps echoed down the empty halls as you walked to the laboratory's cafeteria. your last caffeine intake was almost an hour ago, you need to grab another mug before you collapsed with more work piled up on your desk the next morning.
unsurprisingly, the lights were still on in the cafeteria since the cooks would usually prepare the food early in the morning. you had to commend them for their dedication though. as you entered the kitchen area, you were greeted warmly by the workers, you nodded at them in acknowledgement, greeting them as well, though with a little less energy. they understood why, and they were grateful for your dedication to your job as well. it must be hard to keep everyone in check, managing a lot of stuff all at once. before you could reach one of the coffee makers, one of the newer staff members extended a mug of steaming, hot coffee into your reach with smile. you looked at them with raised eyebrows and tired eyes, the young angel just wanted to express his admiration, and maybe this was the way that he thought you would appreciate the most at the moment. maybe he was right, so you gently took the mug from his hands, careful not to spill any onto him.
he visibly beamed at you when you expressed your gratitude by muttering a small 'thank you', hoping that he, even in the slightest way possible, was able to help your mood and tiredness. you stayed in the cafeteria for a few more minutes before you had to go back to work. the young angel's mood dampened a little bit, but he understood and bid you goodluck with a smile. after that unintentional break you had, you walked to your office, a little more energetic now, was it because of the caffeine or the interaction you had with the young man? you're not sure. he reminded you of an old friend you had, but you shook those thoughts away as your office finally came in sight.
you were slightly surprised to see someone standing at your door, their knuckles knocking onto the door. you were always told you had such light, unaudible steps, now you realized how right they were. if you hadn't spoke, this person wouldn't have heard your arrival. even in the dark hallways, you were able to make out the person's appearance, and you didn't quite expect to see her here, especially at this hour.
"emily?"
you stated, your voice was somewhat husky, you figured it was because you hadn't interacted and spoke to someone in who knows how many days due to your work. the young seraphim slightly jumped at your voice, not expecting you to appear right beside her in the dark. she let out a nervous laugh, she was jittery, you could tell with how she played with her fingers and avoided eye contact. and when she finally spoke, you knew your hunch was correct.
"h-hey! no wonder no one was answering me, i thought you fell asleep in your office again!"
her smile was strained, it was quite obvious. you didn't question her as you gestured for her to enter your office with you. you placed the files you were carrying on the table, taking another sip of the coffee in your other hand as you nodded your head to one of the chairs, emily understood and with unsure movements, she sat down on the chair in front of your table. the atmosphere was tense, you could tell. she couldn't seem to stay still in her seat, eyes darting all around the room. the silence was deafening, though you wanted to break it yourself, you didn't want to overstep boundaries and ask her directly about why she was acting so... troubled. and it didn't take long before she took a deep breath and spoke.
"i heard there's going to be a meeting with the princess of hell."
her voice was quiet, but to you, it was loud and clear. you knew about the meeting, of course. sera and the others have informed you about this meeting a few days ago. you were one of the most important figures of heaven, so your presence there was mandatory. and you weren't surprised that emily knew about this meeting, as she herself was also a seraphim. though you wondered why she spoke of the meeting in such a tone. you expected her to be happy, especially since you knew of her curiousity about hell and the demons who reside in it. as you stared at the file in your hands, you gave a brief glance to her as an acknowledgement to continue. she hesitated for a few seconds before she eventually spoke again.
"sera didn't tell me. no one did. if i hadn't passed by and accidently heard them talk about it, i wouldn't have known."
at her words, you finally lifted your gaze. she wore a sad expression, her eyebrows low and down as her lips were. she seemed visibly upset. yeah, maybe sera was going to tell her and was about to do so, but the meeting is in two days. usually, sera would speak to her about the meetings at least a week before they were held. and when she found out that the meeting is on the day after tomorrow, she had her doubts that sera would tell her. maybe it was childish, but to emily, she thought that she at least had to be informed, she wanted to help her sister, in the preparation and such. but with how sera didn't tell her, nor did anyone, she figured that they may have not wanted her to attend and join, nonetheless know, about the meeting.
"she knows how much i want to know about hell, so why didn't she tell me? am i not allowed to join the meeting?"
you knew why sera didn't want her to know about it. yet you knew that you aren't the one in the place to tell emily any of those reasons. you knew the answer to both of the young seraphim's questions, but you made no move to answer them. that was not for you to tell. you didn't want her relationship with sera to be waned by whatever may happen during that meeting, and you understood why the older seraphim made an effort to ensure that emily doesn't know about it.
you didn't want to give emily any false hope, but you wanted to do what you could to make her feel better. so instead of giving her a sure answer, your eyes fell back on the file in your hand before you spoke.
"i will speak to her about it."
your reply didn't gurantee her anything, but as soon as she heard those words from you, she immediately smiled and brightened up. you and sera are very good friends, yes, but sera held onto her duties and responsibilities with an iron grip. and if one of those involved emily's safety, you knew convincing her wasn't going to be an easy task.
if it were anyone else, emily was sure that sera would just dismiss them, claiming that she was doing the right thing, but if it were you, then there's a silver of hope. she's beyond grateful that she had a friend like you, someone she could open to about all this. though, this all felt foreign to her. the feeling of not being included.
chants that vary from 'thank you's and 'you're the best's echoed in the room, emily was practically bouncing in her seat from the excitement. you were satisfied that you were able to bring up her mood, even just a little bit. the conversation continued, mostly from emily. she told you all about the events yesterday, rambling about random things. you would nod to her statements, eyes still focused on the tasks that need to be done. as soon as she started talking a little slower and quieter, you lifted your eyes to see a half-awake seraphim, blinking in and out of sleep. your initial thought was to offer her a drink of your coffee to stay awake, though as a doctor, you knew very well not to do so, that would be ridiculous with your title and knowledge in health.
you advised her to rest, letting her know that you would inform sera of her whereabouts soon. emily couldn't really make out what you were saying anymore, so she just nodded her head along with each word that escaped you. oh, how the tables have turned. you shook your head with a small smile before you stood up from your seat, making your way around the table. gently, you scooped the young seraphim up into your arms in bridal style, adjusting your hold on her to make sure she wasn't uncomfortable, and after the softest of snores left her, you knew.
as you reached one of the couches in your office, you gently laid her limp, sleeping form. you didn't really have any blankets here, as you never really sleep here (and you never expected anyone else to). so you just took off the dark blazer you had on, leaving you in your white dress shirt. your clothes were no doubt expensive, the sublte but intricately made accents in your favorite color.
you turn away momentarily to glance at your watch, it was almost five in the morning. as hectic as your schedule is, you have more work in half an hour, so you had to get ready to go back in the lab. you wrote a small goodmorning note to emily after grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, leaving the neatly folded note on the coffee table in front of the couch, you may or may not have also put a few candies as well. after hearing a satisfying pop from your stretched limbs, you braced yourself for another day of war. war against tiredness and work. but now you also had to add the little promise you had made to emily, you'll have to converse with sera soon.
a knock came from the door, one of the nurses on shift informing you that adam requested to meet with you at 8 am today. you pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling the in coming headache. when will you ever catch a break?
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hi! could you please write yandere!sauron x fem reader hcs? maybe sauron had a dream of this woman who fulfills a prophecy he read that would make him more powerful so he sends his minions to bring her to him and when he meets her there is a magical bond between them and he is obsessed with her
Prophecy: Yandere!Sauron x F!Reader
Warnings: Yandere, possessive behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping, slavery, (Sauron is already a red flag -)
Note: Your wish is my command! I am weak for Yandere Sauron.
Remember kids - please do not enslave people just because you saw them in dreams
Sauron's thirst for power is unending
As the Dark Lord of Mordor, he is always on the lookout for ways to increase his influence and rule over Middle-Earth
One night, he is visited by a vision of a woman who would help him fulfill a prophecy that would grant him even more power. This vision ignites a fiery determination within him, and he sets his minions on the task of finding her and bringing her to him
His servants search far and wide, but the woman is elusive and hard to find. Months pass without success, but finally, one of his minions stumbles upon her during a routine scouting mission
He brings Sauron the news, and the Dark Lord is overjoyed. He immediately orders his minions to keep a close eye on her and bring him regular reports
But Sauron's desire for this mysterious woman grows stronger with each passing day. He wants her for himself, and orders his minions to bring her to him
She is everything he has hoped she would be - powerful and capable of fulfilling the prophecy. The moment they meet, Sauron feels a magical bond between them that he has never experienced before. He is immediately obsessed with her, unable to tear his eyes away from her
With a single glimpse, he is captivated by her beauty. So much so that he takes her face in his hand before she has even noticed his presence. His ice-cold mental glove caresses her cheeks and he absorbs every delicate detail, leaving her with an unsettling sensation
When she turns her head to the side, Sauron becomes more aggressive. He grabbs her chin with one hand and held her neck with the other, forcing her to look into his eye
Despite being an evil, dark lord with a reputation for cruelty, he develops a soft spot for her
He tells his minions not to harm her and threatens those who do with severe punishment. He does not want to lose her or drive her away, for he knows that she is the key to fulfilling his ultimate goal - becoming the most powerful being in Middle-Earth
"I would rather burn the world than see it harm you."
Sauron spends every waking hour with her, pouring his heart and soul into their relationship. He is desperate to learn everything he could about her, her abilities, and her place in the grand scheme of things. He is certain that she is the one he has been seeking for so long, the one who would help him achieve true greatness
As the days pass, the bond between them only grows stronger, and Sauron's obsession with her only deepens. He knows that the prophecy is within his grasp, and he would do whatever it takes to fulfill it with her by his side
The woman is initially reluctant to trust Sauron. But as he charms her with his words and gifts, she begins to fall under his spell
Sauron soon begins to see the woman as his property and becomes increasingly possessive and demanding. He expects her to devote all of her time and energy to him, and becomes violent when she tries to resist
"Your heart beats in harmony with mine, the two inextricably linked in a bond so strong that no other force can break it. You are mine, and I am yours, our destinies intertwined forevermore."
Sauron is constantly monitoring the woman, using magic to invade her thoughts and dreams. He knows her every move and thought, and he uses this knowledge to control her
Sauron revels in her obedience, especially when she sits at his feet as he holds court with his many war generals. It is a constant reminder of his power over her, and he loves having her as his symbol. Even when he is deep in conversation, he still takes a moment to stroke her hair, relishing in her submission. He senses the tension in her body, and it only increases his satisfaction
"There is no one like you, my beautiful darling. The way you bend to my will pleases me greatly. You are a constant reminder of the power I have over you, and it thrills me to no end. Even in the midst of battle, I cannot help but take a moment to stroke your hair, relishing in your submission. Your body trembles with tension, and it only increases my satisfaction. Never forget who you belong to. I am your master, and you will forever be my symbol."
The woman is conflicted about Sauron's behavior, but she is unable to resist the powerful bond between them. She tries to convince herself that she can change him, but as time goes on, she realizes that he is too deeply engrained in his dark ways to change
If she tries to escape, Sauron would likely use his powerful magic to track her down and capture her
He would stop at nothing to keep her under his control. If the woman manages to escape his grasp, Sauron would likely become more obsessed than ever, and he would use all of his resources to find her and bring her back to him. He would stop at nothing to keep her by his side, even if it meant using his most dark and nefarious tactics to do so
"You are my most prized treasure, my greatest possession. No one on this earth or beyond it will ever take you away from me. Our love is eternal, a bond that cannot be broken or tarnished by any force in existence."
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Could I ask for a Rolan with a GN reader who's a human, but is very interested in tiefling biology and constantly asks random questions? Like Rolan is just reading or smth and the reader pops up behind him all 'CAN YOUR TAIL WAG LIKE A DOGS???:00'
Pairing: Rolan x human!reader (no gender specific pronouns used)
Summary: You're questioning your boyfriend about tiefling biology while he's just trying to enjoy his book >:(
A/N: Honestly wasn't sure in which format I would write this and just stuck to easy headcanons. Hope you like it :) (holy shit i'm thinking about nothing else than baldurs gate right now. help)
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Rolan surely has a lot of...feelings for you
He loves you. Of course.
He just sometimes asks himself why exactly
Sure you always were very energetic. You thirsted for new knowledge. That’s how it started.
One day he was peacefully reading a new book you got him when you suddenly showed up behind him
“Quick question. Can your tail like…”
You made a weird gesture with your hand
“...what?”
“Like…wag. Like a dog. When he’s excited. Imagine just excitedly wagging your tail when you’re excited. You should try.”
“You have to try getting me excited first.”
You pout for a few seconds but immediately get back to your question
“Have you never tried?”
“Why would I?”
You don’t leave him alone until he shows you that indeed, he can manage to wag his tail a bit
He thought he was able to keep you happy with that
He was wrong
He had peace for about 10 minutes until you showed back up
“Your tail”
“We already established that it can wag”
“It’s not that this time”
You sit down in front of him and look at him like you’re about to ask him something extremely important
“Can you feel it like a normal body part? Could I tickle it? Would it be ticklish?”
He looks at you without saying anything
Why did he love you so much? Why?
“Please refrain from tickling my tail.”
“But that doesn’t answer my question!”
For a few moments you just sat there and Rolan hoped he would be blessed with silence
“Can your horns glow in the dark?”
“What? No”
“...boring”
“Sorry my body isn’t more interesting, darling”
“Your body is plenty interesting”
He looks at you, clearly unimpressed
“Will you let me continue to read now?”
“Fine”
You sigh dramatically but just move over, half lying on top of him
“Really?”
“You can still read”
He sighs but continues to read, moving his hand through your hair, stroking it softly
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I keep running into a sentiment along the lines of “If you’re a witch you shouldn’t need to study” and A) I feel like it has to come from tiktok (or that one scene in GoT and they wanna cosplay circe for a minute) and B) there’s almost always an insinuation that any who do study are looking to correct a lack of ability. I think we should actively dismantle the notion that studying witchcraft or magic and performing the labor of information hunting and verification is always a power grab or a pursuit of results actually.
You can get fine results without tomes of historical spells. but studying is fun. Especially when in the course of that study you often find threads of theory or practice that despite vast gaps of distance or time have nevertheless appeared to have evolved very similarly.
You don’t need to know things I suppose. But you also don’t need a wall of funko pops or plants or paintings. There is enrichment in the act of collecting, curating and preserving. Decorating your mind and your books and your drives with little scraps of treasured, hard won data. Particularly when what you collect is obscure historical parallels or precedent for things you yourself experience. Seeing how other people have wielded and directed and policed power throughout time can be and often is less driven by a thirst for power itself and more a thirst for knowledge, trivial and not.
Most of us already know how to wield our own power. That’s not what we're looking for. We’re looking for inspiration, information, a thread we can pull chronologically from one age back to another to find that it’s some semblance of ourselves holding the other end. To see the creativity and logic of our ancestors. To learn the ways in which magical practice has been rationalized. Some of us simply have an archivists bent and find joy in the work of learning itself. It’s not about the power. It’s about the high. The Interest. The Intrigue. Some of us just plain adore a spreadsheet. Some of us are witches and nerds. Sometimes studying is a hobby. Some of us like to pick up a book and come away with an answer to why the fuck we found a shoe in the wall that one time. Some of us want to leave behind for our progeny a grimoire or seven that slaps. Some of us are alchemists and artificers and smiths and enchanters in the genuine physical sense and require data to generate an object we’ve been tasked to create. Some of us are comforted by the knowledge that we’re merely doing a dance that has been done before. Some of us want the future generations of our bloodlines to know exactly where to look if they’ve been cursed. Some of us are just procrastinating. But I would bet that most if not all of us are studying within a context that invalidates the sentiment that we’re bothering to learn at all because we’re not “powerful enough” otherwise. Some of us just want to see what other people did with the same power in a different context. Some of us are hereditary and long-matured in our ways and have massive beautiful veiny dicks you will never get to see with that attitude.
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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)
{Chapter One – Disgusting Humans}
Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER.
Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf
Kim Soekjin: Alpha White Lion
Min Yoongi: Alpha White Jaguar
Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard
Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra
Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger
Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther
Reader: Heaven Valentino
Status: Ongoing
RATED (M) FOR MATURE
Words: 2.4k!
WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...
CHAPTER WARNING: The following chapter contains sensitive and distressing subject matter, including references to child rape, kidnapping, and child trafficking. If you find such topics triggering or uncomfortable, I encourage you to exercise self-care and consider avoiding this particular chapter. Your mental and emotional well-being always come first.
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MATERIALIST
~Valentino Mansion~
3RD PERSON'S POV
Heaven Valentino, a skilled and determined woman, had just finished a rigorous training session at her gym. With precision and composure, she fired round after round at a target dummy, hitting the bullseye every time. Satisfied with her performance, she exited the gym and began making her way back to her room.
As she walked, a voice called out to her,
"Ms. Valentino?" It was her secretary and trusted right-hand man, Park Hyung-jae, hurrying to catch up with her.
Curious, she turned to face him. "Yes, Jae?"
"Someone is requesting your presence," Jae informed her, the urgency evident in his voice.
Heaven's sharp mind instantly assessed the situation.
"Who is it, and what role do they play?" she calmly inquired.
Jae answered without missing a beat.
"Choi Woobin, Chief Executive General Officer," he replied, conveying that the person in question held a position of significance.
"Very well," she replied nonchalantly.
"Set up an appointment for two in the afternoon. If he fails to arrive on time, I will not entertain him. Punctuality is of utmost importance to me."
With that, she moved on, resolute in her decision. It was typical of her to make swift judgments and take charge of her own schedule, refusing to waste time on those who did not value timeliness.
Her composed demeanor left Jae slightly taken aback.
"Well, that was easier than I expected," he mused to himself, shrugging off the surprise. With a sense of relief, he left to fulfill his assigned tasks.
~Heaven's Room~
Heaven's POV
Ah, I knew it wouldn't take long for him to come begging. I could see right through his façade, right from the start. You see, there are very few things that I despise more than tardiness, laziness and liars.
Hybrid abusers.
Growing up as the youngest daughter of the illustrious Valentino family, I've had my fair share of enemies. From the moment I entered this world, there were those who sought to bring me down, to harm me, or even to kidnap me, all in an attempt to weaken my family. But these feeble-minded individuals could never succeed.
Many assumed that, as a wealthy and privileged young woman, I would be nothing more than a spoiled brat with no ability to defend herself.
But oh, how wrong they were.
From the day I could walk and comprehend the world around me, I have been trained relentlessly.
The Valentinos believe in honing the skills and fortitude of their children, regardless of their gender. So, from the tender age of four, I began my journey towards becoming a force to be reckoned with.
By the time I reached fifteen, I had accomplished what most could only dream of. I graduated high school with a flawless 5.0 GPA. But my thirst for knowledge was insatiable, leading me to a prestigious university known as the "Gifted Souls."
In just a few short years, I secured a PhD in psychology, a Masters in business, and even delved into the realm of fashion. I achieved all of this by the tender age of twenty-two, and now, at the age of twenty-three, I am well on my way to solidifying my empire and making a name for myself.
The professors at my university were astounded by my brilliance, bestowing upon me the moniker of the 'female version of Albert Einstein.' But, I paid little attention to such trivialities.
My single-minded focus was on gaining knowledge and establishing myself as a force in the business world. I aim to take over one of my parents' companies, the very essence of the Valentino empire.
People may see me as a woman who walks with an iron fist. When they encounter me, they don't think of me merely as Heaven of the Valentino family, they see Heaven Valentino, a woman who commands respect and exudes power.
Some have even had the audacity to refer to me as the ice princess, the demoness or even the female Adolf Hitler. But I take such labels in stride because I know the true strength that lies within me.
As an individual who values efficiency and productivity, I possess a limited tolerance for trivial matters or individuals who impede progress.
In the circle with which I surround myself, idleness and unproductive behavior have no place.
Vigilance remains paramount, as there are perpetually individuals plotting one's downfall or even one's demise, and I personally acknowledge the latter as the ultimate threat.
Over time, I have accumulated a considerable list of adversaries. The number of instances where I have inadvertently provoked others is too extensive to accurately quantify, such is the nature of my assertive personality.
When confronted with something disagreeable or incongruous to my stated preferences, I swiftly take decisive action.
The ability to discern and rectify undesirable situations is a responsibility I take seriously, akin to the saying,
"With great power comes great responsibility."
In my case, this responsibility is focused solely on my survival.
While some may perceive my approach as cold or detached, it is merely a matter of survival in a world where dangers often lurk beneath the surface.
In conclusion, my aversion to nonsense and unwavering commitment to productivity have inevitably resulted in the development of numerous adversaries.
This is an outcome I readily accept due to the assertive nature of my character.
My consistent and immediate response to unfavorable circumstances is driven by a sense of responsibility towards self-preservation.
Ultimately, it is this unwavering dedication to my own well-being that helps me navigate the precarious landscape of existence.
I felt my eyes narrow as I thought about the man who had recently come into my crosshairs,
Mr. Choi, the Chief Executive General Officer of Seoul National Police.
To the public, he was a respected figure in his early fifties, but I knew the dark secrets that lurked beneath his facade.
Mr. Choi's wife had tragically succumbed to stage four cancer, leaving him without any children to carry on his legacy.
Many saw him as a pillar of the community, a dedicated servant of the people. But I saw through the facade to the truth - he was a twisted, solipsistic man who had been engaged in despicable acts.
It was a revelation that had shaken me to the core when I had discovered that Mr. Choi was involved in taking bribes from hybrid traffickers.
The thought of such corruption within the ranks of law enforcement made my blood boil.
But what truly turned my stomach was the knowledge that he was also a child rapist and a sadistic individual who derived pleasure from the suffering of others.
Only I and my uncle knew the extent of Mr. Choi's depravity. My uncle ran a Hybrid facility called Hybrid Heaven (HH), dedicated to rescuing hybrids from abuse and capturing traffickers who sought to exploit them for profit.
When my uncle had uncovered Mr. Choi's involvement in these heinous activities, he had turned to me for help in bringing him to justice.
With the help of my loyal team of associates, I had quickly gathered evidence of Mr. Choi's crimes. It was not difficult to connect the dots once they realized that a police officer was complicit in covering up the illegal activities of hybrid trafficking.
And when Mr. Choi's name had surfaced as the linchpin in the operation, I wasted no time in setting my plan into motion.
I stood in my room and felt a surge of anger and revulsion towards the man who had committed such atrocities. I knew that he was reaching out in a desperate attempt to cover his tracks, but I also knew that I held the power to bring him to his knees.
With a steely resolve, I prepared myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. I would not rest until Mr. Choi faced the full force of justice for his crimes.
And in that moment, I squared my shoulders and steeled my gaze, I knew that I was ready to confront the darkness that lurked within the heart of a man who had once been seen as a paragon of virtue.
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~Mayás Fashion House~
As I arrived at my company building, the energy in the air shifted as the employees stopped in their tracks to greet me politely. With a nod and a smile, I returned their greetings, keeping the interactions brief.
I made my way to the private elevator that would take me up to the 8th floor where the meeting room awaited.
As the elevator came to a stop, I stepped out and approached the meeting room. The transparent glass walls and doors allowed me to catch a glimpse of Mr. Choi inside, his figure pacing nervously.
I watched as he reached for a handkerchief to dab at his sweat, a reaction that I found somewhat distasteful. Pushing open the doors, I sauntered over to one of the swivel chairs, disrupting Mr. Choi's anxious movements.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. Choi," I greeted him calmly, causing him to visibly startle. With hesitant steps, he made his way towards me and took a seat on the opposite side of the table.
"G-good af-afternoon, Ms. Valentino," he stuttered out, clearly flustered by my presence.
"Relax, Mr. Choi. I just need some information from you, and then we'll be done," I reassured him with a light chuckle, meeting his gaze as he averted his eyes and nodded eagerly.
"Good. Now, let's not beat around the bush. Tell me everything you know about the illegal underground Hybrid dealers," I said, leaning back in my chair, a sense of authority evident in my tone.
Mr. Choi hesitated before beginning to speak, revealing details about the underground operation.
He mentioned a mysterious figure known as Black Eagle who orchestrated the kidnapping and sale of hybrids for profit.
The auction took place over five days at a luxurious resort on the outskirts of Seoul, shrouded in secrecy to all but those in attendance.
His eyes met mine as he shared more about the nefarious activities, including a bi-monthly Hybrid auction where rare exotic hybrids were sold off to wealthy clientele with exclusive VIP passes provided by Black Eagle.
I listened intently, absorbing the information and maintaining a composed demeanor throughout.
It was clear that Mr. Choi was apprehensive, but my focused interrogation drew out the pertinent details I needed to pursue further action against the criminal syndicate.
My eyebrows creased as I listened, a mix of disbelief and horror washing over me.
The thought of such a place existing where people indulged in their darkest desires on hybrids, pushing the boundaries of cruelty and exploitation, made my stomach churn with disgust. The depths of depravity that some individuals would sink to astounded me.
He continued, "Participants torture hybrids to feed into their twisted sexual gratification,"
What the actual fuck!
These creatures, who were part human and part animal, deserved compassion and care, not to be subjected to such heinous acts.
It was a stark reminder of the darkest facets of humanity, a side that I never wanted to believe existed.
As the details of the auction event unfolded, each revelation seemed to plunge me deeper into a pit of revulsion.
"They also indulged in the "hunger games" a concept, where the rarest hybrids were paraded and objectified for the amusement of the audience, they would compete to inflict pain and suffering on the hybrid, all for the chance to possess them as prizes."
It felt like a nightmare brought to life. To think of it was sickening beyond words.
My heart ached for the hybrids subjected to such cruelty, for their pain and helplessness in the face of such brutality.
It was a stark reminder of the darker side of society, one that I had never truly comprehended until now.
The callousness and inhumanity displayed towards these creatures left me feeling a deep sense of shame for belonging to the same species.
Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, I forced myself to remain composed, to listen to the grim details of the auction event with a steely resolve.
The urge to lash out in anger and despair clawed at the edges of my composure, but I held onto my restraint, determined to bear witness to the extent of the atrocities being described.
As the final details of the event were laid bare, the mechanics of the auction and the fate of the hybrids outlined in chilling clarity, a cold fury settled over me.
The thought of the buyers participating in such cruelty, of treating living beings as mere objects to be traded and discarded, filled me with a sense of loathing that I had never experienced before.
With a clenched jaw and a heart heavy with sorrow, I steeled myself to hear more, to confront the depths of depravity that lay at the heart of the five-day auction event.
Despite the revulsion and horror that threatened to overwhelm me, I knew that I had to bear witness to the truth, no matter how harrowing it may be.
I made a solemn vow to ensure their safety and vowed to lead them to a life free from such atrocities.
Determination consumed me, and I pledged to keep my promise, declaring my identity as Heaven Valentino.
In the intense confrontation that followed, I confronted Choi Woobin with unwavering resolve, demanding information and justice.
As the truth unfolded and the gravity of his actions came to light, the shock on his face was palpable.
Despite his pleas for mercy, I stood firm, condemning his heinous crimes and refusing to yield to his empty remorse.
Taking charge of the situation, I orchestrated his confession and surrender, unwilling to let him escape accountability.
With a mix of anger and compassion, I ensured that justice prevailed, even as his pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears.
The moment was charged with raw emotions as he was escorted away, a tearful reminder of the consequences of his despicable deeds.
After the intense encounter, I made a call to Jae, seeking solace after the harrowing events.
Exiting the meeting room, I left the company building and made my way back home, reflecting on the tumultuous events that had transpired.
~Unknown Location~
3rd Person's POV
Two hybrids were drained and weak, their bodies suffering from the beatings they received for sleeping in. Locked in a heavily secured cell, they endured days without food or water, leaving their mouths dry and their bodies craving molesols of food. Heavy metal shackles dug into their wrists, leaving painful bruises as a reminder of their captivity.
One of the hybrids expressed a strange premonition to his older brother.
"Hyung, I have a weird feeling," he murmured, his eyes distant.
“What is it?” his brother inquired, concern evident in his voice.
“I feel like something big is going to happen,” the younger one replied, his hybrid instincts alerting him to an unseen future.
As they shared a tense moment, the older brother hoped silently,
'I hope it's not bad, my dear brother.'
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Hey lovebugs,
I'm super excited to hear your thoughts on this book!
I added a tad more detail to offer a glimpse into the world of the book, just enough to spark your curiosity without giving away too much. I wanted to provide a little peek behind the curtain to entice you to come along for the ride.
A quick heads up - this book doesn't hold back on the intense stuff. It deals with some heavy, triggering content that might not be everyone's cup of tea. So, fair warning, this is not your typical light and fluffy read. It's raw, real, and might hit close to home for some.
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I think you've single-handedly gotten me into eldritch stuff. Well done! 😂 Sooo... would it be possible for any of the eldritch sinners to get Reader pregnant? 👀 If any of the other sinners are anything like Shalom, especially the S-class ones, who can do stuff like bend reality to their will, knocking up their favorite scientist might as well be child's play. And I'm sure any number of those women would have quite the breeding kink... 😏 Or since Scientist!Reader is all about learning new things and finding answers, maybe she happens to wander into a cell without realizing it's eldritch breeding season, and she gets /quite/ an educational lesson.
Yep! They definitely can.
That eldritch Shalom was actually based off a Cthulhu Mythos monster I once saw detailed on tvtropes. The creature lurks in mazes and if it sees you, it will chase you and corner you, then offer you a choice, be smashed into bloody pulp (which is an arguably better fate) or let it implant its egg into your body, which will eventually hatch and well, break your body into countless amount of its brood. I just added the reality bending bc it’s more fun that way, haha!
Mature content under the cut~
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Of course~
You are so small, fragile and curious, and as a newbie, you haven’t quite mastered the art of not letting the eldritch beings get under your skin for their amusement by giving them stonewalling/evasive replies, so, often getting you as their assigned researcher would be the highlight of their day. As much as the other researchers are fun to tease and scare, you’re their favorite and it definitely shows.
When you get into their cell while they’re on breeding season…
Good luck, soldier 🫡
Shalom is far from the worst about it, but she can and will nudge you to comply with her mind control and reality warping. The plus side is that she knows all your sweet spots and will make you feel mind-melting pleasure while she puts the eggs inside you, and when you don’t come back to her in time and she didn’t get to help you through the hatching, well, let’s just say you will not be walking anytime soon, not until all the few dozen eggs inside hatch into tiny creatures. Well, even if you see her before that and she helps you, she’s all too glad to fill you up again, so… :D. At least, you can take comfort in the fact that if she breeds you, you’re staying human unless she feels like warping you a little. I’m sure the facility won’t mind sacrificing one of their researcher to keep one of the monsters happy and content.
Dreya approaches breeding season as almost an afterthought to her all-consuming thirst for knowledge, but in exchange, she can drown you in sensations that envelops every inch of your body, mind, and soul, and you will (might as well) very literally see the stars with her. However, with each time you become one with her, you will be a little less human, her forbidden knowledge taking form as sharpened crystalline growths start to dot your limbs, each reflecting the image of vast cosmos that draw you in, engulfing your mind and humanity. But even under the threat of your humanity perishing in the skies of forbidden knowledge, you will still come back to her, right?
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— dark alhaitham au .
based on this post.
the reason why hoyoverse made alhaitham a simple man was because if he were the slighest bit ambitious with darker intentions, then sumeru would have fallen into his hands long ago
whether or not he's the grand sage, he'd be the manipulative character pulling all the strings
if he could create multiple strategies for a tiny team to rescue a god from the government— THEN HE CAN COUNTER THAT in the reverse situation
imagine sumeru arc just dropped, and alhaitham is the villain in the trailer
him with a dark green background? glowy eyes?? DEEP VOICE INTRO something about watching the world burn???
curiosity knows no bounds. he does things to entertain his thirst for knowledge because as a smart man, everything has become so so boring.
meeting with him in port ormos still applies but he's a little more cruel in his negotiations.
remember that fight with cyno in the desert? where cyno makes you doubt alhaitham's intentions?
yeah, you realize he isn't just part of the akademiya— he is the akademiya. it's a battle between the general mahamatra and someone who's technically his ex-boss.
he has the army at his disposal, he wouldn't hesitate to use the people of sumeru themselves against you
climactic scene where you scream at him, asking him why he's doing all this and he answers "It's simply interesting. Wouldn't you want to know if humans could create gods?"
alhaitham finding out all about you losing your sibling to an unknown god, finding ways to convince you to be on his side; "If you could have the power of gods at your disposal, wouldn't that speed up your journey more? Aren't you exhausted running around as everyone's errand boy/girl?"
after all, alhaitham isn't exactly a bad ruler. he's quite good at it— much of the public leans to his side, he knows better than to be a cruel dictator yet he wields his authority without fear of consequences. he even let's nilou's theater do whatever they want!
I feel like alhaitham would figure out how to reverse public opinion against you.
REMEMBER HIS STELLAR ACTING IN THAT SCENE WITH THE GRAND SAGE? yes!! THAT!
A public display of his acting. Everyone witnessing (and misunderstanding) as you argue with him and just so happen to "intentionally hurt" him. that's attempted murder against their grand scribe.
Or maybe he pleads with you. He knows you're a powerful force on your own, so he switches the cards and tries to ask you to spare sumeru's people.
all of a sudden, you're the bad guy out to destroy sumeru's peace.
kofi / gen.mlist
all of a sudden, you're the bad guy trying to destroy sumeru's peace.
which is why it comes as a surprise when you try to encourage everyone to go against the akademiya. you explain that he's trapping lessor lord kusanali, or that he's collaborating with the fatui, but they simply tell you "hmm. . . if it's grand sage alhaitham, perhaps he knows what he's doing?
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Hey darling!
Would you may write a part 2 of the non sexual turn on things, but for Tetchou, Jouno and Tachihara? 💜
—Non-sexual turn ons P.2 !!
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨. 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐤𝐮. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐨̄ 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff ( ? )
𝐀/𝐧: Yes of course !! (I don't really know their personalities so i think it's ooc, sorry!)
—Tetchou Suehiro
• Quiet Confidence
Tetchou is attracted to individuals who exude a quiet confidence. He admires those who are self-assured without being arrogant, finding their calm and collected demeanor alluring.
• Curiosity and Intellectual Curiosity
Tetchou is naturally curious and enjoys exploring new ideas and concepts. He finds it appealing when someone shares his thirst for knowledge and is eager to learn and discuss new things.
• Ambition and Drive
Tetchou is impressed by individuals who are ambitious and have a strong drive to achieve their goals. He is drawn to those who are determined and take initiative in pursuing their dreams.
• Emotional Intelligence
Tetchou values emotional intelligence and finds it attractive when someone is in touch with their emotions and can empathize with others. He appreciates individuals who can understand and navigate complex emotions with grace.
• Independence
Tetchou admires independence in others. He finds it appealing when someone is self-sufficient and capable of standing on their own. He appreciates individuals who have a strong sense of self and are not reliant on others for their well-being.
• Mysteriousness
Tetchou is intrigued by individuals who have an air of mystery surrounding them. He finds it captivating when someone holds back just enough to keep him guessing, making him want to unravel their secrets.
—Jouno Saigiku
• Resilience
Jouno is attracted to individuals who display unwavering resilience in the face of adversity. He finds strength in those who can withstand challenges and hardships without faltering. Whether it's overcoming personal struggles or facing dangerous situations head-on, their ability to persevere and bounce back captures his attention.
• Fearlessness
Jouno is drawn to individuals who possess an unyielding fearlessness. He admires those who are unafraid to take risks and confront danger head-on. Their courage and boldness in the face of uncertainty intrigue him, as he respects their ability to face their fears without hesitation.
• Intelligence
Jouno values intelligence and is attracted to individuals who possess sharp minds. He appreciates those who can engage him in intellectual conversations, challenging his thoughts and ideas. Their ability to match wits with him and contribute to stimulating discussions captivates his interest.
• Subtle Defiance
Jouno is intrigued by individuals who possess a subtle defiance. He finds it alluring when someone has the audacity to question his authority or methods without being overtly confrontational. Their ability to challenge him while maintaining a level of respect and tact resonates with his complex personality.
• Confidence
Jouno is drawn to individuals who exude confidence. He finds it appealing when someone carries themselves with self-assurance and conviction. Their unwavering belief in themselves and their abilities captivates him, as he is attracted to those who project an air of strength and determination.
• Loyalty
Above all else, Jouno values loyalty. He is attracted to individuals who are fiercely loyal and dedicated to their cause or those they care about. Their unwavering support and commitment resonate with him, as he believes that loyalty is the foundation of trust and camaraderie.
• Independence
Jouno admires independence in others. He finds it appealing when someone is self-sufficient and capable of standing on their own. He appreciates individuals who have a strong sense of self and are not overly reliant on others for their well-being. Their ability to navigate through life with autonomy and resilience intrigues him.
—Michizō Tachihara
• Resilience
Tachihara is attracted to individuals who display unwavering resilience in the face of adversity. He finds strength in those who can withstand challenges and hardships without faltering. The sight of someone pushing through difficult situations and refusing to give up ignites a fire within him, drawing him closer to them.
• Determination
Tachihara is captivated by individuals who possess unwavering determination towards their goals. He admires those who set their sights on something and relentlessly pursue it with all their might. Their unwavering resolve fuels his own ambition, making him feel a sense of kinship with them.
• Independence
Tachihara is intrigued by individuals who value their independence and refuse to rely on others for their own well-being. He finds the idea of self-sufficiency and self-reliance incredibly appealing, as it resonates with his own desire to be in control of his life and destiny.
• Fearlessness
Tachihara is drawn to individuals who display fearlessness in the face of danger. He is captivated by those who confront their fears head-on and refuse to back down, even in the most perilous situations. Their courage and audacity inspire him, making him want to stand by their side and face any challenge together.
• Intelligence
Tachihara is attracted to individuals who possess sharp intellect and quick thinking. He finds intelligence incredibly alluring, as it adds an extra layer of excitement and challenge to their interactions. Engaging in stimulating conversations and witnessing their strategic planning makes him feel a sense of exhilaration.
• Confidence
Tachihara is intrigued by individuals who exude confidence in everything they do. He finds self-assuredness incredibly attractive, as it reflects a strong sense of self and belief in their own abilities. Their confidence inspires him to embrace his own strengths and strive for greatness.
• Mysteriousness
Tachihara is drawn to individuals who have an air of mystery surrounding them. He is intrigued by their enigmatic nature, constantly yearning to unravel their secrets and discover what lies beneath the surface. Their elusive persona keeps him on his toes, making his pursuit of them even more thrilling.
• Passion
Tachihara is captivated by individuals who possess a fiery passion for what they love. He is drawn to their intensity and dedication, finding their enthusiasm contagious. Witnessing someone wholeheartedly pursue their passions ignites a similar flame within him, making him want to explore his own desires.
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𝔈𝔵-𝔈𝔵 ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦
I guess you could call this an Epilogue of sorts lol
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CW: Slight angst, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, insecurity, soft Katsuki, mentioned pregnancy, non-graphic mention of a breakdown, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to past abuse, being recorded in public without their knowledge, random fans thirsting for DILF!Katsuki
((A little side note; Bakugou’s Hero name will always be Ground Zero to me, I’m sorry- I just- It’s so much better than Dynamight imo (´༎ຶོ^༎ຶོ`) ))
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Katsuki was amazingly happy with his little family. Civilians don’t realize it as he kept his scowling persona but anyone who knows him could see that he’s the happiest he’s ever been. Happier than when he rapidly climbed the ranks even within his early years of being a pro, climbing faster than nearly anyone had before. Happier than when he and Kiri, the Ground Riot Duo, were named Number 1 Heroes(even if they were overtaken by Deku just 5 months later).
With his wife and his stepdaughter, though he never called her as such, from the moment he remarried Y/n he simply called her his daughter. He had wanted to call her that beforehand but he was unsure if it would be received well. To him, it doesn’t matter that she isn’t his flesh and blood, Yumi is still his little girl.
He was completely and utterly happy. He didn’t think it could get any better than this. He had his wonderful wife back and they had a precious little daughter. Life was perfect. Even with the less desirable parts. Like when Yumi got her quirk and it was the same one as her biological father. Of that bastard. Y/n almost had a breakdown when she first saw it, thinking that he was back. But Katsuki helped her through it, he calmed her down and he made sure she was okay before he went to comfort his daughter.
She had seen her mother’s reaction and thought she had done something wrong. She knew what her Bio Father had done to her and she knew that she had gotten his quirk. The poor girl was worried that her mommy wouldn’t love her anymore for it. Katsuki was quick to squash those worries and comfort her and lightly explain, in a way that a little girl would understand, that Mommy was simply surprised and got a little bit scared and confused. Mommy would never stop loving her. He was even quicker to reassure her that he would never, never stop loving her, not ever, when she had expressed her worry that he’d be mad that she had someone else’s quirk.
Even with the lows, there came wonderful, spectacular highs. The days they’d share as a family and the days Katsuki would bring her to work with him and all her uncles and her auntie would dote over her and spoil her rotten. How she had all of them wrapped around her little finger(and she knew it). How she was so incredibly happy to have such a wonderful family to love her and back her up and gang up on Katsuki.
Then, Y/n got pregnant. She got pregnant with his baby. She got pregnant with a little combination of both of them. He was ecstatic. Both because he would get to have a perfect baby with the love of his life and because he would get to experience what he had missed out on with Yumi. Changing her diapers, staying awake for days on end to take care of her when she woke up at ungodly hours of the night, her first words, her first steps, being there for Y/n’s pregnancy.
Though, while he and Y/n were so incredibly happy and excited, Yumi seemed to be pulling away. So one day, while Y/n is having her monthly lunch date with his mother which he had heard would be spent taking her shopping for the baby things he knows nothing about, he decided to take Yumi out for a daddy-daughter day.
“Hey, Princess, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” He asks when they sit down for Boba.
“Nothing..” She refuses to meet his eye, knowing he could read her like an open book.
“Fire Cracker,” the nickname he had given her when she first started living with him melts her resolve, just enough, “you know you can talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“Are you… Are you still gonna love me?” She asks quietly as she stirs her drink as a distraction from her dad.
“What? Yumi, what are you talking about? I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll always love you, Fire Cracker.”
“But… Now you’re gonna have a real kid.. So.. You won’t need me anymore…” She sniffles, quickly wiping her forming tears. Katsuki’s heart nearly breaks at his little girl’s worries and he rushes out of his chair to kneel in front of her.
“Oh, princess. I will never ever ever stop loving you, you hear? Just because we’re not related by blood doesn’t mean you’re any less my daughter. Yea, this baby is biologically mine, but they’re my second real kid because you are my real kid. You’re here, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He smirks lightly and reaches out to poke at her tummy, poke at her sides, squirm his fingers there and at the side of her neck, making her wiggle and squirm with squeals and giggles. A bright smile appears on his face at his little girl’s giggles and smiles. “You seem pretty real to me.” He smiles softly at her.
“You’ll always be my daughter, Yumi. It doesn’t matter if I have 1 biological kid or 1,000. You’re my first kid, my daughter.” He smiles at her and she shoots forward to cling to him in a hug. He picks her up and holds her in one hand and grabbed their drinks with the other masterfully and left the shop to head home.
What he didn’t expect when he got home, after stopping to get Yumi ice cream, was to find his wife in tears. Immediately he panicked and set Yumi down to rush to her side, the 6-year-old hurriedly trailing after him.
“Baby?! What happened?! Are you okay?! What’s going on?!” He crouched down to hold her hand as he looked up at her worriedly. What he was also not expecting was her to look at him with a wobbly smile.
“I love you so much, Bakugou Katsuki. You are the best father and husband I could ever hope to ask for.” She grinned at him as she sniffled, reaching forward to stroke his cheek as she wrapped her arm around her daughter who saddled up next to her and hugged her the way her mommy always does whenever she’s sad.
“Baby..?”He trails off, confused. Rather than answering, she holds her phone towards him with the video queued up that she had been watching on repeat from the moment it popped up. He slowly takes the phone and pressed play, immediately seeing himself sitting across from Yumi in the little shop they had been in not even an hour ago.
The video didn’t pick up what Yumi had said as Katsuki’s face shifted from worry to near anguish before he scrambled out of his seat. His voice was somewhat quiet but his speech could definitely be heard. He heard his own voice reassuring his daughter that he would love her always and that she would always be his daughter. Then, the volume picked up with her giggles and squeals when he tickled her and he heard a whispered ‘Awww’ from the person filming and someone next to them saying ‘That is the sweetest thing I have ever seen’. Then, he picked Yumi up and masterfully carried both drinks with one hand and began to take her home.
‘Oh my god, that was Ground Zero! And oh, that was the sweetest thing ever, he is such a good dad.’ The person filming cooed after he left, aiming their camera at the person with them but not showing their whole face.
‘Right? Ugh, he’s hot, he’s a good husband and a great dad?! Can he get any more perfect?’ They said before the camera person chuckled and hummed with agreement before the video cut off.
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Heyo, Lovelies! I want to start posting more of my writing on here so I hope you enjoy them! I’m also on AO3 if you want to check that out!
Hope you enjoy, and of course,
Until then, my lovelies! ♡
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if you still got a Felix thirst how about a classic enemy to lovers fic! Like maybe they are rivals they turn everything into a competition, everyone already thinks they are dating but it isn’t until some one tells Felix about it he sees it. Bonus points if the reader is bragging about his win and Felix just kisses him
class fight (felix catton x m!reader [req])
note: this is so cute! though i wish i could have more of the other characters too. still, i am on my felix catton diet so i'll just pour out all my knowledge on this.
warnings: not proofread, grammar is ICKY, just pure fluff.
let'sa go!
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once upon a monday afternoon, in bustling webbe college, were two ambitious souls that clashed against each other in the most unexpected way. who are these two? well, they were felix catton and y/n l/n, of course. the two were opposites of one another, striking a stark contrast; felix catton being the popular and affluent student, his brilliance shining effortlessly through the college campus, while y/n l/n was the quiet and kind one, exuding a demeanor that resonated deep within people like him. if felix was inside the busy clubs, bustling with loud music while he drank and danced the night away, picking and choosing people he wanted to chat up, y/n would be in his dorm room, pulling one all-nighter after another, drinking coffee until his heart pumped at a million beats per second.
their first encounter was rather pleasant, with felix, being the social butterfly he is, approaching y/n with interest as they were both new in oxford. y/n was civil and would talk to felix regarding school, greeting him and generally having pleasant chats with the aloof male. however, something changed one day when the professor set up a challenge. the challenge was for whoever finished their project first by the end of the week would get an incentive in their final grade average. with the two being competitive, they managed to finish and pass it at the same time. with a small fight between the two, the professor bargained and gave the points to felix, which infuriated y/n. ever since then, the two have been competitive with each other.
some days, it was all about playful banter, but other times, things got real. the serious moments often revolved around their studies and projects, igniting tension in the room. the palpable strain between them during classwork could be sliced with a butter knife, yet they couldn't resist clashing nonetheless.
even amidst their clashes, felix couldn't shake the feeling of missing the rivalry with y/n whenever they were apart. it seemed absurd, yet deep down, he understood that his life lacked a certain thrill without them. the banter, the tension—it was all a part of what made his days feel alive. it was strange, indeed, but at some point, he was starting to enjoy their competitiveness. their so-called "fights" were so amusing to him to the point where he couldn't help but smile when remembering the ridiculousness of each one: one where they clashed about whose writing is better, another where they argued about who scored higher in the major exams, and more. it was addicting.
felix stood in the halls of webbe college, talking to his posse as he recognized a familiar patch of hair walking by. he smirked, ready to tease his so-called rival named y/n. "hey, l/n. ready to score lower than me again?" he teased, smiling slightly as he saw y/n roll his eyes at felix, scoffing as he muttered, "you wish, catton." he stuck his tongue out playfully, walking past felix as he let his gaze linger for a bit. felix shook his head as he yelled out, "careful, you might trip on the next interim!" y/n turned back and showed him the middle finger, which made felix feign offense. y/n grinned as he walked away. felix watched him get smaller and smaller as he got further away, amused as he felt his heart beating faster.
felix's friend, noticing his lingering gaze, nudged him with a playful smirk. "hey, you seem awfully fixated on y/n. got a crush on him or something?" they teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. felix scoffed, shaking his head vehemently. "as if! he's just my annoying competition," he retorted defensively, though his cheeks betrayed a slight flush. his friend chuckled knowingly but didn't press further, instead opting to change the subject. but as felix watched y/n disappear down the hallway, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest, wondering if maybe there's more to their rivalry than meets the eye. it was just a mere question, but why did it make his heart stop, his stomach churn, and his cheeks flush with redness? he knew the answer but refused to let it out. instead, he swallowed it up inside and acted as if he wasn't aware.
at a quiet saturday afternoon, felix smokes a cigarette by his dorm room window as he rants about some interaction he had with y/n a few days ago. on the other side of the room was his half-cousin farleigh, who was typing away on his laptop as he listened lazily in half-interest. "- and he was so smug about it. it was so annoying, farleigh. seriously, if you saw y/n's face when he showed off his perfect marks, you probably would have been angry as well," felix said as he takes a puff of his cigarette.
farleigh rolls his eyes at his cousin, smirking as he continued his work. "god, the way you say it makes it sound like you're obsessed with him."
felix raises a brow at farleigh, turning his gaze onto the brown-skinned boy. "excuse me? obsessed is a stretch, isn't it?"
farleigh shakes his head, "i wouldn't say stretch, honestly. it's just a fact." he says bluntly, before chuckling. "i mean, you guys basically look like you're a couple."
felix stops in his tracks, feeling his cheeks heat up as he clears his throat, acting as if that doesn't hit a nerve in him. "pfft, as if." he said defensively, studying farleigh's slightly surprised expression at his words.
"…what?" felix mutters.
"wait… you aren't dating each other?" farleigh asks quietly.
"yeah- no, we aren't."
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.
"…why? do you think me and y/n are dating?" felix answers quickly, a little too quickly which makes farleigh skeptical. however, the latter doesn't question it as he hums.
"you want me to be honest?" farleigh asks, to which felix gives him the silent approval with his eyes. "almost everyone i know thinks you two are dating. probably because of the way you look at each other." farleigh finishes, as he continued on with his work, leaving felix to think for himself as he looked outside the window.
realization hits felix at farleigh's honesty. it dawns on him like a sudden burst of light in the darkness of his mind. the countless banters, the heated debates, the shared glances filled with unspoken challenges—all of it flashes before him like scenes from a movie. in the midst of their competitive spirit, amidst the back-and-forth of their verbal fights, felix realizes that there's something more beneath the surface. it's not just about proving who's better anymore; it's about the exhilarating rush he feels whenever he's around y/n. the way his heart quickens at the mere thought of their next encounter, the warmth that spreads through him when they share a rare moment of camaraderie amidst their rivalry—it all points to something deeper, something he's been trying to deny but can no longer ignore. felix realizes, with a mix of astonishment and acceptance, that his feelings for y/n have evolved far beyond mere competition. they've transformed into something undeniable, something that he can no longer deny—a love that has grown from the seeds of rivalry.
he doesn't know what to do with this information, and just stares into the blue patches of sky.
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the next few weeks go by with felix's feelings only being further solidified at each interaction he had with y/n, in class, by the halls, by the field—his feelings intensified for the (skkin color) male. he found himself noticing every detail about y/n: the way his hair fell in messy waves, the sparkle in his eyes when he was passionate about something, the curve of his smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. every moment spent in y/n's presence seemed to deepen felix's affection, weaving its way into the fabric of his being until it became an inseparable part of him. despite his attempts to rationalize and suppress his emotions, felix couldn't deny the undeniable pull he felt towards y/n, a pull that grew stronger with each passing day. it was as if y/n had become the focal point of his universe, and no matter how hard he tried, felix couldn't escape the gravitational force of his love.
as the lecture ends, felix and y/n were called by the professor to congratulate them on how well they have been doing in class. the two would thank the professor gratefully, before y/n asks something. "so… may i ask who did the best for the last interim?" he said in an anticipating voice, and his professor pauses as he packs up his stuff.
once he packed up his laptop in his bag, " you really want to know?" he asks the two, in which they both nod. the professor sighed as he smiled at felix, then turning to y/n. "you did the best, you scored a point higher." he said as he swiftly makes an exit, yelling out a 'good job' as he did so.
y/n grins wide as he turns to felix, immediately begins teasing him. "ah! i win." he said in triumph, playfully sticking his tongue out as he celebrated. felix smiles fondly at the cute celebration, crossing his arms as he watches the latter brag about his exam. y/n notices how felix did not roll his eyes at him or become hasty to rebutt him, and slowly stops his mini celebratory dance. y/n smiles lightly, "why are you smiling? where's the snark?" y/n said as he lets out a light laugh, confused.
felix shrugs, walking towards y/n quietly with small grin. "well, you beat me fair and square." he said nonchalantly, "i'm impressed."
y/n licks his dry lips at the compliment, looking away as he lets out an awkard laugh. "oh stop, you're being weird." he says, "what have you done to the real felix catton?" he jokes.
however, felix doesn't laugh as he reaches over with his hand to cup y/n's face gently. y/n's breath hitches, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden intimacy. a million thoughts race through his mind, but in that moment, none of them seem to matter as he leans ever so slightly into felix's touch, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. there's a fleeting moment of hesitation, a silent question hanging in the air, but as their eyes meet, all doubts seem to melt away. without a word, without a second thought, y/n leans in, meeting felix halfway in a tender, electrifying kiss that sends sparks flying between them. time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in each other, the world fading away until there's nothing but the warmth of their embrace and the sweetness of their connection. in that moment, everything feels right, as if they were always meant to find each other amidst the chaos of their rivalry, their differences melting away to reveal the undeniable truth of their love.
as the two pull away, y/n's mind whirls with a mixture of shock and realization. his lips tingle from the touch of felix's, and his heart races in his chest as he tries to process what just happened. he looks up at felix, his cheeks flushed with a deepening shade of red, his eyes wide with a newfound awareness. in that moment, it's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing the depth of his feelings for felix that he had been oblivious to before. the realization hits him like a wave, crashing over him with an intensity he can't ignore. he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, his mind too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts. meanwhile, felix watches y/n's reaction with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, his own heart pounding in his chest as he waits for y/n's response, or at least, a coherent one.
y/n stutters, "i…i- what-" he tries to form coherent words, but nothing seems to pan out. felix chuckles at the latter's cuteness. "i've never seen you this flustered before, l/n." he teases.
"shut up!" y/n hisses as he tries to combat his flared up cheeks, "i just… i didn't-"
"mhm, yet you didn't back away." felix points out.
"i…" y/n trails off, looking at the ground before he takes a deep breath.
he decides that instead of talking anymore, y/n quickly pulls felix back in for another kiss, solidifying the feelings that both of them had formed. felix's heart skips a beat as their lips meet once again, this time with a newfound sense of certainty and warmth. it's a kiss filled with promise, a silent vow to explore the depths of their connection and embrace whatever the future holds for them. as they finally break apart, their smiles speak volumes, radiating with the sheer joy of newfound love and the excitement of what lies ahead.
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"one more." y/n said.
felix chuckles, "no need to tell me twice."
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hope this wasn't as bad as the others :P, send in some requests for farleigh and oliver! oliver seems lonely :<<
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Alec
Series:
Heartbeat - Alec x OC - by awriterwithnostory (ff.net)
Summary: "Watch your tongue." He murmured dangerously as he trailed his nose along my collar bone. The pounding of my heart was picking up speed and his eyes grew darker with every beat. "You first."
Jasper Hale
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Collar Bones - Jasper Hale x Reader - by @ashcal99
Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.
The Jasper & Danielle Trilogy - Jasper Hale x OC - by Carrot Top (ff.net)
Summary: When Danielle Clark moved to Forks, Washington, she hadn't really known what to expect. But she definitely hadn't planned on falling in love with Jasper Hale, and she certainly hadn't known he would turn her life completely upside down.
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Summary: Jasper really wanted nothing to do with Abigail Finley. Until he did.
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Summary: "The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have gotten inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity." [George Orwell] "I've waited for you for a long time, Evelyn Masen. I don't wish to be without you again."
SUPERNOVA pt. Two - Jasper Hale x OC - by xdeserteyes (wattpad)
Summary: "They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered." [F. Scott Fitzgerald] "Do you hate him? For what he did?" Despite wanting to say yes, she knew that she couldn't. "No, I don't hate him." "But you don't love him anymore?" Evelyn shook her head, fresh tears threatening to fall. "I don't know."
INTERSTELLAR pt. Three - Jasper Hale x OC - by xdeserteyes (wattpad)
Summary: "𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚." Jasper could taste the salt of Evelyn's tears on her lips, feel her shaking beneath his hands, hear her heart beating wildly in her chest as he touched her. Perhaps they were moving too fast now, but neither of them seemed to care. He kissed her deeply, drinking her in as if he were a man dying of thirst and she was the only thing that could sate him. *:・゚✧
Poly
Secretarial Desk Series - Demetri x Reader x Felix - by @alecvolturi
Summary: Multiple Summaries & delicious smut.
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Aragorn
Sweet Metamorphosis - Aragorn x OC - by WhileISleep (ff.net)
Summary: "That, miss, is the root of bravery. You worry about survival, about being a burden. Consider this: you have been thrown into a world unfamiliar to you. Even more challenging, you were left to fend for yourself in a cave with no light, resources, or knowledge of your whereabouts, and yet you live. That is a feat. You are stronger than you think." Tenth walker; Eventual Aragorn/OC
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Teacher’s Pet
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDN, porn with(out) plot, oral (f receiving), power imbalance, slight daddy and doctor kink (I don't know if it even exists), Also I wrote this instead of sleeping so forgive any mistakes, tell me if I miss any
Summery: Stephen Strange is your tutor and you’re his student, only that today there will be a different kind of lesson
‘’I can’t do this’’, you said with a huff and let your hands fall on the sides. Stephen had been trying to teach you a new spell for almost an hour and for almost an hour you had been failing to do the movements right.
‘’Of course you can’’, he reassured you and got back into position to start again. "Lets-"
‘’No Stephen. That’s it I can’t, I can’t do it’’ You've always had trouble concentrating no matter how thrilling or mind-blowing the new spell was however you were dedicated and passionate about it so you always did it right after a few tries. Also you didn't want to disappoint Stephen.
You had always been interested in the notion of magic as a child, I mean who wasn't. But after some unfortunate events caused by some Avengers' mission that turned your life around you found out that magic wasn't that much of a children's story, it was real and there was a place where you could be taught. So you went for it.
Entranced and curious you always had a thirst to learn more. You were at the top of your class, with knowledge beyond it so when Stephen became the Sorcerer Supreme and took notice of your performance he decided to quench that thirst of yours. You knew it was a chance of a lifetime and soon you had moved into the Sanctum and you had a tutor. What you didn't expect was to develop feelings for that tutor so strong that you couldn't focus on your studies anymore.
"Come on Y/N! Stop whining and let's try again" You really tried to convince yourself it was a stupid school crush. He was older, illegally handsome, intelligent and you spent almost everyday together but then you noticed you couldn't stop thinking about him.
"No I- What are-" You looked at him as he walked behind you.
"Just let me show you. Is that alright?", he cut you off and your eyes widened
"Sure" you looked away staring at the wall so he wouldn't see the scarlet colour across your cheeks. You stood firmly on your foot terrified of the slightest step back as there was a high chance you would fall to his chest. You weren't sure how far behind you he was but you could smell his strong perfume, tingling your sensations.
"Don't forget how to breathe", he chuckled and you realised you've been holding your breath for too long.
"Good point", you whispered. Still from behind you he brought his hands in front of you and slowly, making with his hands the movements that you so much hated. "Just watch my hands"
You hummed in agreement as you observed his hands closely, the lines starting from his fingertips and then going down till all of them meet. You had noticed before-those long, skillful fingers could never go unnoticed- making you wonder what else they could go.
Yes you were desperate. Almost two years without sex of course you would think like that about fingers.
"You're paying attention aren't you?", he chuckled, snapping you out of your thoughts. Like a kid being caught with their hand in the cookie jar you gave him a guilty look and smile, realizing you had been staring at his fingers rather than the movement they made.
"Of course I am", you laughed awkwardly and abruptly turned around to look at him,losing lightly your balance you took a step back and hit his chest.
"Caught you" He had a firm hand on your side before lightly squeezing your waist to keep both of you still.
"Thanks", you said embarrassed
"Sure, just be more careful. Now let's continue" You nodded obediently and went to step away and take your previous position, however his firm hold held you in place, making your bodies press against each other. "
Pressing himself harder against you to come closer, his face rubbing your hair as he spoke to you, reminding the movements your hands were supposed to do.
"Like that?" You asked, finding it impossible focusing on the lesson rather than how his hold went further down your waist or how good he smelled.
"No Y/N it is nothing like that" Once more your hands fell on your side and you huffed and disappointed. "Weren't you paying attention when I showed you- Come on don't give me that look"
"What look?" You turned and looked at him confused, before realizing how close you were standing.
"The crying puppy look" Placing a stand of hair behind your ear, his fingers, your eyelashes fluttered as he stroked lightly the side of your face before he quickly pulled back. "Let's try again, hm?" He coughed.
Placing first his hand on your waist your voice hitched as he pressed his body against yours and gripped your wrists.
"You should do it now" He softly and you took a deep breath. He felt muscular against you and firm yet his touch on your wrists was so careful and gently, as if he was scared he'd break you.
Deciding to get over with it you started performing the movements he previously showed you, pushing aside any inappropriate thoughts.
"There you go" your jaw dropped slightly at the sudden sensation of something hard pressing against you. A soft whine escaped your lips as you realised what exactly that was; Stephen hard member pushing against your ass.
"You're doing so wonderful" he pressed you harder against his body, now his tip teasing your ass.
"Oh, Stephen-" your head dropped on his shoulder and with half open eyes you looked at him.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever seen", he mumbled against your neck, as he traced kisses down your cleavage. "Tell me you want this too"
"Please more than anything" his cock twitched and he possessively his grip on your waist got tighter before starting kissing the side of your face.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to keep my hands off you? Or should I mention how hard I get every morning? You have to use my shower because yours isn't supposed to work. You're such a dirty liar"
"It really doesn't work", your chuckle soon got lost under some heavy panting as he started sucking your jaw.
"Is that why you leave your panties in my bathroom? You know I have three pairs of thongs and fun fact they aren't mine" He couldn't count how many times he finished just by holding your panties. He was fascinated by them, their vibrant colours, the lace, the little bows on them.
"You're filthy" You joked and his teeth sunk down onto the sweet spot of your neck.
"Maybe" a small smirk curved on his lips, before his hand moved from your stomach down to your clothed core and then palmed it. "But I'm not the one who's wearing the shortest dresses when we're having lessons. Now that's really filthy"
"Jesus Doctor" Pushing past your panties he entered a finger in your core making you shiver under his touch. Your walls squeezed his finger, trapping it inside you. Moving away from your neck he quickly took his finger out of your pussy, making you gasp. Putting it in his mouth he sucked the sweetness off his finger.
"You sweet sweet thing" He hummed, still tasting you on his lips.
"Please need you"
"Go sit on the desk, sweetheart" He ordered, suddenly letting you go.
Hesitantly you walked to his desk before looking at him, any previous confidence now all gone leaving behind a shy little girl.
"Sit on the desk baby and spread those legs for me" He watched you walk across the rolm and then squeezing your legs together as you sat on the cold surface. Stephen approached you before sinking down on his knees, his hot breath heating your core. "Come on, show me what's between those beautiful legs?"
Pushing your legs over his shoulder and your skirt over your hips, he lustfully gazed over your mound before kissing your inner thigh. You jumped back the tick hair of his goatee tickling your soft skin.
He had been waiting for months for this moment, sitting face to face with your warm aching to be touched pussy, ready for him to suck its juices. He wanted to take you apart slowly, sensually tracing your body with his fingers and tongue, before taking you against that very desk and fuck you dump till you can't think of anything but his cock. But he couldn't. Not when he spent months longing to taste your sweet cunt, suck those pretty folds of yours dry.
He pulled you by the hips closer to his mouth, before kissing from your ankle up your inner thigh and then biting it. Shocked, you gawked at him who proudly looked down at the mark he had left.
"Let's take those awful panties off" Supporting yourself on the desk you hoisted your hips and watched as his hand got lost under your skirt and then pulled down a little pink thong. "You really wanted me to see this hm? I'm keeping those" With a dirty smirk on his face he stuffed it in his pocket, adding it to his collection.
"Now let's pay attention to this needy pussy" He doesn't waste time licking a flat strip up your pussy before latching into your clit, making you gasp loudly."Such a sweet cunt. All wet for me" his voice muffled in your tight walls.
"Please" you moaned, spreading your legs further for him to go deeper and help with the ingrowing heat. "Fuck, please Sir"
He groaned at the name, one of his hands leaving your hips to palm his hard bulge through his pants. "It's Doctor"
His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves before sucking on your leaking juices, your eyelashes fluttered at the feeling.
You couldn't believe what was happening. Just a mess in a pretty dress with your so much older tutor between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man and you were letting him.
You were so dirty. Squirting on his face so desperately for him to pleasure you."Thats it make a fucking mess baby. Let daddy clean you all up afterward too"
Pulling his hair he shoved him closer to your pussy, his nose nuzzling on your clit in the process.
The combination of sweet burning feeling his tongue and lips left behind and the harsh rubbing of his goatee had you on edge.
His tongue flicked against your clit, his warm breath fanning over your wetness you’re so out of it, you can barely stay still. Your legs started trembling, your hips moving up and down, grinding down his face needy for release. "Fuck"
"My stupid, sweet girl. So fucking desperate for me. Are you gonna cum for me? Show me how well you can follow orders?”He already knew the answer to that, he could tell from your unsteady breaths and unfocused eyes. If he knew Wong wouldn't return back in a few minutes, he’d take you to his bedroom and try to see how well you'd take his cock now that he had stretched you all nice and open.
You looked at him with a pout as he beckoned for you to cum and massaged your little nub. He kept an eye on you, watching as you mumbled so shamelessly his name as you came undone, grinding on his face. "Yes, yes, yes"
He slurped all of your juices, your grip on his hair becoming more loose while you rode the last waves of your orgasm. Suddenly keys were heard and the large door of the Sanctum opened.
"Shit Wong's back", you cursed and Stephen raised his face for your pussy His beard glistening.
"You're the fucking pretty" He said still between your thighs but you wasn't sure if he was talking to you or himself.
"Come on" You stood up and fixed your dress before bringing a hand to his beard and whipped the evidence. He watched mesmerized as you licked your palm and then walked away with a smirk.
"Looking forward to our next lesson, Doc"
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