#from the same 3 brands that all taste like what would happen if they could distill the concept of diabetes and artificial flavoring syrup

[here-there-were-dragons]

as a general rule, on average, if americans consistently complain about a food being conceptually weird, gross, and scary, then it probably tastes amazing. or at least inoffensive.

this is because in my experience americans for the most part (give or take a few exceptions by region) think eating literally anything other than beef, chicken, bread, eggs, peanut butter jelly sandwitches, ketchup, and disgusting cloyingly artificial brown sludge soda is insurmountably weird, gross, and scary.

#a lot of people literally refuse to even eat ham or pork #not even for like religious or health reasons #just because they think eating anything but beef and chicken is 'weird and scary and gross' #every time i hear people going on en masse about how 'weird and an acquired taste' something foreign is i go and try it and i'm just like #what the fuck were all of you smoking. where is the unbearable weirdness i am supposed to be experiencing #shoutout to that time i kept hearing about how bizarre a flavor milkis soda is and how intimidating and acquired of a taste #then when i actually try the stuff. it's just fucking peach soda. it's peach soda with a faint tangy yogurtish taste. it makes good floats. #how in the absolute fuck is anything even remotely weird much less gross about this? #unless your concept of what a 'soda' should be is poisoned by a lifetime of the entire soda aisle being filled with nothing but brown sludg #from the same 3 brands that all taste like what would happen if they could distill the concept of diabetes and artificial flavoring syrup #i don't know if other countries have this but there's this weird cultural like mandatory rejection of any 'unusual' food here #way more intense than i've seen from anyone from any other country (though that might just be inexperience with other cultures talking) #people react to the mere suggestion of any food outside a very narrow range with outright disgust and genuine fear and horror #and there's a huge amount of unspoken peer pressure on everyone to also do the same #like you're expected to agree with them and you've breeched some sort of silent social contract if you don't #it's seen as *immoral* almost it feels like #it's difficult to describe unless you've noticed it yourself #americans react to the mere suggestion of eating anything outside of the same 2 meats and handful of fillers the same way #that pearl-clutching aristocrat grandmas react to hearing that people in foreign countries do.. basically anything #it doesnt matter if you're suggesting eating ube cake or suggesting eating live bugs because people will react the same way #everything that's not chicken/beef/ect is as good as bugs to people here #hate this stupid blandass country and how impossible it is to afford any food other than burgers if you're not rich #or blessed with relatives that have any idea how to cook and are at all willing to teach you #cause nother weird thing i've noticed about food culture-or at least wasp food culture-that i haven't seen anywhere else quite the same way #is that if you DO have any relatives that know how to cook then nine times out of ten they will jealously guard their recipes like a dragon #and refuse to share them with anyone #thus taking whatever little cooking knowledge was in the family to their grave #so the opportunity other people usually have for family bonding via passing on recipes? pffft no. #for some reason we seem to actively go out of our way to prevent these things from being passed on #i don't know what the fuck is up with that but i suspect it has something to do with 50's dinner party oneupmanship

[rashomonss]

The brothers and the Human Realm

a/n: so ik ‘jealous much’ won the poll but it’s still not done yet so have this instead!

context: a part of me still finds lessons 40-43 funny because the brothers have never really been to the human world that much, and they don’t really know how certain things work. Take the slow cooker and ice cream truck for example. So these are little headcanons I have for when all of y’all are together in the beginning of their stay in the human realm.

enjoy <3 , also these are in no specific order

you all are hopeless…

Solomon and MC would so fuck with the brothers while being in the human realm.

For example they’d take Lucifer to the shadiest mexican restaurant possible then after they finished eating they would tell the waiters it was Lucifer’s birthday and watch the Avatar of Pride sit there with a big ass sombrero on his head as they sang happy birthday to him.

MC later took a picture and sent it to Diavolo who then made it his lock screen.

Satan and Belphie tried to electrocute Lucifer by throwing a toaster in the bathroom while he was in the middle of a shower. This happened after the fact you told them not to put water on the toaster because it could electrocute someone. 

Beel ate an entire bottle of ibuprofen liquid gels because he thought they were hard gummies.

Beel also ate the food and cake shaped wax candle melts you had bought for Asmo as a gift

Beel lastly ate your whole brand new container of melatonin and it knocked him out for 15 hours straight. Needless to say Lucifer was very concerned for his wellbeing, and Belphie soon questioned if you had anymore.

Belphie and his brothers were never taught stranger danger, because who in their right mind would be a danger to them in the Devildom?

So after you had explained to him what an ice cream truck was he vowed to go to one with you.

However when a creepy old man in a white van offers him candy he believes it to be the same as the ice cream truck so he gets in the van.

When the brothers relay this information to you, you begin to lose your shit explaining how that was not in fact an ice cream truck he got into but instead a kidnapper van.

The brothers don’t know how to eat certain human world foods.

Such as a banana, watermelon, mango, pineapple, kiwi, avocado, cherry, dragon fruit, papaya, onion, etc.

So when you first buy one from the grocery store and leave it out before cutting it they automatically think it’s some weird shaped human food and bite into it eating the skin or seeds and all.

After they tell you about the weird but delicious taste of it you ask if they cut it or spit out the seeds before eating it, and when they reply with a puzzled look and a no your heart drops.

Thank god they’re demons. You then proceed to buy the same thing again this time cutting it up in front of them so they know what parts to eat of certain things.

Expanding on the cherry part, did y’all’s parents ever tell you not to swallow watermelon or cherry seeds because if you did a cherry tree or whole watermelon would then grow in your stomach??

I know mine and some of my friends parents would tell us that when I was younger to make sure we didn’t swallow any seeds.

If they didn’t then oh well, anyway…

Continuing with Solomon being an ass, he would so tell something like that to the brothers. If he happened to see Beel swallow a cherry whole he would then proceeded to tell Lucifer not to let him do that.

And when the oldest asks why Solomon would then go onto explain that if he swallows cherry pit then a cherry tree will then grow inside his stomach.

Of course this freaked out Lucifer so for the next hour he tried getting Beel to spit out all the cherries he ate.

You would have to organize their fridge and pantry in the new house because they don’t know which human world foods need to be refrigerated or not.

After you arrive at the house you spent a good three hours explaining to them not everything can go in the pantry because some of it will spoil after you open it.

Then you proceed to gag when you pulled out an expired chunky milk container from the pantry.

They find the concept of drive thru or fast food places astonishing. The fact that you can just order wait in a line for a few minutes in your car then get your food is crazy. They do however all panic though when you get to the front and they don’t know what to order off the menu.

Car washes are also something they found themselves favoring. You would turn up the music as you slowly pulled in and joked by telling the brothers you were going on a ride of sorts.

Which in turn shocked you when they did believed you as the car wash stared. Each of them were staring out the windows with starry eyes as different colors of soap were thrown on your car.

You laughed to yourself as they all admired the way the soap blended together, Asmo and Mammon found themselves taking pictures of the whole thing. While Belphie was telling Beel how this looked like a starry sky.

And Levi went on to tell Satan how this reminded him of an anime scene. Lucifer also found himself sitting quietly in the passenger seat enjoying it too. (Lucifer is a certified passenger princess, fight me on that)

Each brother questioned you on how this was possible and you replied with smile. After the car wash was over and you drove through the dryers they all asked if you could do that again, to which you replied smiling “maybe some other time”.

Lucifer watered the fake succulents and plants you put around the house for two weeks straight until you said something.

They love watching true crime documentary’s to the point you’d have to physically pull them away from the tv.

It happened one afternoon while a few of them were relaxing in the living room and you were looking for a channel to watch.

Deciding there was nothing interesting on you put on an old true crime documentary and began watching it. As the brothers heard the story of the crime from the tv they each became immersed in it.

Telling you things such as “how could humans do that to each other?” or “wow humans are more brutal than we thought” or even adding in their own comments on how they could have made the crime worse.

It became a guessing game between all of them to figure out who killed who during each episode you watched.

Much to everyone dismayed Satan was the one who won every time.

Meanwhile while they were all immersed in the tv you noticed Lucifer standing behind you, arms crossed also watching tv. You told him to sit down and watch with all of you but he denied, claiming he wasn’t really interested in stuff like this anyway.

Yet he never moved from that same spot each episode.

Each of the brothers have made something explode in the microwave.

Lucifer stained it red when he went to reheat pasta, but he put it in for to long and it exploded. Mammon overfilled his ramen thus causing it to leak then explode.

Satan and Levi also happened to be reheating takeout at the same time, but both of the containers were styrofoam and exploded. Levi got annoyed and Satan threw the microwave at Lucifer.

Asmo put some skincare product in there because he found something online about a certain hack, and it exploded causing the microwave to smell like burnt strawberries.

Beel put too much food in the microwave causing it to all melt together then explode.

Belphie put a coffee in there to reheat and it exploded, but he was too lazy to clean it up so he just left it. Lucifer was then next to use the microwave and got coffee all over him.

You made all seven of them watch the entire twilight series as a joke but ironically they all actually enjoyed it.

Satan even went out and bought the books, and finished all of them in about 2 hours

Bonus

Solomon distracted Diavolo for 3 hours straight by making him watch 5 minute craft videos.

Diavolo then proceeded to break things to try these said crafts which caused Barbatos to have a meltdown.

Barbatos destroyed an entire sidewalk because he saw two rats run across it into the sewer.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omswd headcanons #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me human realm

[kitten4sannie]

𝐀 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

pairing: dragon shifter! seonghwa x knight! reader (fem) x fem! oc feat. king! hongjoong 

genre: fantasy au, slight angst, romance, smut (so, so much i promise <3)

summary: a knight is ordered by the king to save the princess from a fearsome dragon. this, of course, is a common fairy tale with a predictable ending — but what happens when there’s more to the story than meets the eye? 

w.c: 11.3k

warnings: brief mention of branding, some violence/injury/blood, service top! seonghwa, switch! reader, switch! oc, f/f, threesome dynamics, pet names, praise, marking, long tongue kink, use of a tail (yk what i’m sayinggg), fingering (f/f receiving), oral (f/f/m receiving), deep throating, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, dumbification 

a/n: this was originally just going to be about dragon hwa but then i started thinking about a pretty princess and a knight and i just –  also this is dedicated to my friend haru aka @stardragongalaxy as a late bday present also thank you for giving me creative (🏳️‍🌈) freedom with this fic hehe,, i hope you enjoy lovely <3 also i rewrote this thing a thousand times and i just don’t really know how i feel about it but i wanted to share it regardless so if you liked it please consider leaving some feedback <3 

song recs: all around me by flyleaf, crossing over by elysion, constance by spirit box, desert rose by lolo zouaï

Masterlist

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As the daughter of the most feared knight of the round table, and your king’s most trusted confidant, you were thrown into the complicated web of the royal family, forced to navigate their endless strings of high expectations and saccharine lies. Instead of a silver spoon, you got used to one that tasted of metal and rust. To make matters more difficult, you were born without the perks of being a man. Expected to be quiet and prone to sewing doilies in the comfort of your bedroom, you instead doubled down on learning to sword fight, deciding to follow in the footsteps of your father. You learned early on that you were handed certain cards in life, expected to never trade them in. But you wanted more. You knew in order to receive the respect of those around you, it was imperative that you rose up to the same rank as your late father after he passed.

And so, you became a protector of the royal family, ordered to watch over the king, as well as the eldest princess. She treated you like you were just another person, one without a collar around their neck, unlike her father who sought to treat you how he saw fit. With forceful words and orders just as intense. With sweet promises, gazes full of lust, and late night visits to his bedchamber, followed with shameful walks back to your own. You didn’t truly realize your place in the cogwheels of royalty until you were caught giving the princess a gentle cheek kiss. It was then that he would discipline you. Brand you. Forever remind you of your role as the royal family’s guard dog. 

Despite this fate, you wanted to prove that you could be more than a simple pet. You could be a lot more. You had something to offer. Something you could offer to the one that would receive it with a gentle smile and a heart full of warmth.

༻✧༺

Bending at the knee for the king, you didn’t stand until he ordered you to, resting your hand on the hilt of your sword, your heavy armor feeling a bit stifling from the intense stare he was giving you. 

“My eldest daughter Rosanna, as you know, has been missing and we’ve just gotten word that she’s been spotted at the abandoned castle near Crescent Falls.” Grimacing, Hongjoong closed his hands into tight fists, unable to handle that he was powerless, despite having the highest form of power any individual could possess. “But, she’s being held hostage by a filthy dragon,” he growled out of anger, his loud, impassioned voice echoing throughout the throne room. 

You stood still for a moment, a pivotal memory of the princess standing near her favorite patch of roses still fresh inside your mind.

“I’m going to be leaving tonight,” Rosanna said softly, twirling a rose she was holding and admiring the soft red hue, careful not to prick herself on the thorns. “My friend said he can take me away from here.” Wanting to be careful of her words out of fear that you wouldn’t understand, she continued vaguely, “He figured out a way to protect us.” 

“How?” you questioned softly, about to speak more when she shook her head, making your mouth close up.

“You know I trust you, but out of precaution, I can’t go into detail…” Rosanna gazed down at the family crest etched into the hilt of your sword. “You know why.”

You nodded your head, knowing she could see the invisible leash her father had around your neck, feeling shame burn into the skin of your cheeks. 

Fading back into her overjoyed headspace, she angled her head down and smiled to herself, the rose petals blurring into a mess of crimson, her eyes wet with tears. “No more forced marriage proposals. No more slaving away for my father. N-no more…father…” Her thumb grazed a thorn, but didn’t let it slice into her skin. “I’m going to be free from this prison…”  

Your body twitched at the sight of Rosanna’s bittersweet expression, wanting to hold her, but remaining still, knowing your place. “Is the friend…Is it Seonghwa? That apothecary apprentice you’re always talking about?” you whispered near her, glancing around your surroundings to make sure no one was listening, before leaning in. “Princess, are you sure you can trust h–”

“I’m sure.” She turned to you, pulling you further into the gazebo you were both under to completely conceal yourselves from any wandering eyes. “Y/N…” Her features softened, her eyelids lowering slightly so that she looked at you through her wispy lashes. “Won’t you come with us? We can both…” Her voice trailed off, a light blush forming on her cheeks, her fingers drifting over one of your gloved hands. “We can…be ourselves.”  

You were chained to the castle, to its king, to its people. If you were to abandon your post, you knew you would be putting yourself at great risk, but…there was something very familiar tugging at your heart.

“Y/N,” Rosanna whispered, now inches away from your conflicted face, giving you a soft smile. “Don’t you want to see where this goes?”

You slowly relaxed with her unspoken permission, squeezing her fingers ever so slightly when she entwined them with yours. “I…I do, but…” 

When you couldn’t form the proper words, Rosanna pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, rendering you speechless. The princess pulled away after a few seconds, rubbing her lipstick off of your face with her silk glove, her sad eyes meeting yours. “I know I’m asking a lot, but just think about it. I’m sure my father will want someone to come look for me, so I give you permission to find me.”

You nodded weakly, your cheeks feeling hot to the touch, standing eerily still like one of the marble statues that were littered throughout the garden. You were unable to react to the hug she gave you besides a small squeeze back, and only produced a small ‘goodbye, princess’ as she bid you farewell, leaving you to gaze at the sea of roses by yourself. 

Before she disappeared that night, she left the rose on your bed inside your sleeping quarters. You closed your eyes and pressed it to your cheek, picturing the warmth she left on your skin. 

“Y/N,” Hongjoong snapped, making you fade out of your bittersweet memory and ignore the tightness inside your chest. “You will come back to me with my daughter safe and sound.” 

Were you willing to betray the king? The one who had his tendrils wrapped tightly around you, barely allowing you to breathe? The one who would burn entire kingdoms down for his daughter? Was going against him worth the destruction he would leave behind?

“I…I will defeat the beast and rescue the princess, my Lord,” you said softly, bending at the waist the best you could to bow to him, unable to look him in the eyes. 

At that moment, Hongjoong got up from his throne and walked down the steps to stand at your level. With one finger underneath your chin, he tilted it upwards until you were forced to meet his fiery gaze. With the scent of ale on his breath, he leaned in close, pressing his lips against your earlobe, murmuring pointedly, “And if you don’t come back with my daughter...” Hongjoong grasped your jaw, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip, studying your eyes for any deception. “Don’t bother crawling back to my bedchambers. You’ll be dead to me just like your poor father sitting in that cracked urn you keep in your room. Do you hear me, pet?” 

Swallowing harshly, keeping your emotions at bay, your hand slowly formed a fist over your heart, feeling the prying eyes of the King’s staff burning holes into the back of your head, afraid that they all knew about your secrets, about what you were planning to do next, about everything you were about to risk. “Understood, my Lord. I will return only with the princess by my side.” 

༻✧༺

Sitting on your knees in front of a nearby stream to take a drink and cool your body down, you went stiff upon hearing the sound of your horse nervously trotting back and forth over the forest foliage, causing you to instinctively grab the hilt of your blade. You looked around the general vicinity, trying to spot any movement around the bushes and trees that surrounded you, unsure of who or what was watching you. 

“What is a knight doing so far away from home?” a deep, sultry voice came out from behind you, causing you to spin around, almost dumbfounded that you couldn’t hear him sneaking up on you, despite your careful hearing. You saw a man standing before you, one that had a dark hood on, only allowing you to see the point of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, and his smirking lips. 

“I’m…here with the orders of the king,” you responded carefully, your fingers squeezing around your cold blade handle, but not pulling it out just yet. “The princess is being held hostage by a beast inside the castle many miles from here. I’m here to save her.” 

The man took a small step forward, his smirk growing ever so slightly, tapping his fingers against the small black crystal hanging from his neck by a silver chain. “A beast, you say? Do you think it has piercing eyes that’ll petrify you?” He took another small step. “Or how about large, ghastly talons that’ll tear you to pieces?” He took one more step, just a few feet away from you now, his smirk turning into a grin, his canine teeth a lot sharper than you cared to admit to yourself. “Do you think he’ll try to swallow you whole? Or will he play with you instead? What do you think, knight?” When he tried to take another step, he stopped in his tracks, the razor-sharp tip of your blade pressing into his chest and drawing a bit of blood. 

Your eyes narrowed at the stranger, standing your ground, having a very good idea of who he was, but choosing not to voice it. He didn’t have a weapon on hand. Taking him out while he was in a vulnerable state would be going against your code. “Everything I have. Everything I am. I will give.” 

“So the King really does have you on a tight leash. What a loyal little puppy you are,” he replied disdainfully, leaning back slightly to relieve the pressure of the blade cutting into his skin. “Or are you doing this for the princess?” Seeing your eyes widen slightly, he chuckled softly. “Oh, I see. Will you free her from the tower and share a true love’s kiss?” 

“Do not mock me, stranger,” you growled back, ignoring his question, the tips of your fingers turning white from how tightly you were holding your weapon. “You don’t know my motivations or my story, so kindly fuck off.”

“Got a bit of a temper there.” The man fiddled with his necklace some more, still grinning, finding delight in your reaction. Figuring he was done testing you, he bowed his head to you, his raven hair falling into his eyes. “I wish you the best of luck.” He angled his head up, giving you an intense stare, his forked tongue just barely slipping out of his mouth to lick at his lips. “Let’s see if the pretty little knight slays the dragon before he slays her.” 

༻✧༺

You arrived at the abandoned castle by sundown, having to use an old torch to light your path through the dark, empty hallways and rooms, searching for any sign of life. Opening the next pair of doors you saw, you ended up in the library. You froze, your gloved hand still resting on the metal handle, suddenly caught off guard by the woman sitting inside on an old velvet couch with a candle and an open book in her hand. 

“Princess Rosanna…?” you called out, making her jump and turn her head to the familiar voice she wasn’t expecting to hear so soon. Upon seeing your distinct features, the princess ran up to you once you stepped foot into the room, the cold metal of your armor and chainmail causing her to let out small noises of protest. “Princess, I’m so happy to see you alive and well.” 

“You came for me,” she said as though it were a revelation, slowly pulling away to get a good look at you, licking her thumb and wiping a bit of soot away from your cheek. “I’ve missed you greatly…” 

“Likewise, Princess. You’ve been in my thoughts all this time. Night and day…” You stood still, looking into her gentle eyes, her thumb still pressed to your warm cheek, feeling it slowly drag downwards to your lips, her thumb moving across your bottom one. “Do I…have something on my face…?” you whispered, not even noticing when your fingers clutched her lower back. 

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured back, clutching your chin, bringing it towards hers. “Should I get it for you?” 

It took everything in you not to lose yourself in this reality you’ve created for yourselves, as much as you wanted to. It was simple, really. You were a knight under the command of the king, and she was the princess, and if Hongjoong got his way, was destined to court with a prince that was up to her standards. Regardless of the situation, she was still pure gold — untouchable and timeless. You, however, were plain ivory, doomed to crack and crumble to pieces when the time came. Would she be satisfied? 

You pressed your forehead to hers, closing your tired eyes, your heart still pounding away inside your tightening chest. “We…we shouldn’t…”

“Why shouldn’t we?” she questioned as fiercely as she could, caressing both of your cheeks, her thumbs gently rubbing along your jaw, encouraging you to open your eyes back up to look into her twinkling ones. “My father isn’t here. We’re miles and miles away from the castle. Who’s going to know?” 

Despite the incredible complications present in the game of chess you were a part of, you felt your once idle piece beginning to move forward across the board. 

“Princess…” you whispered back, your eyelids lowering slightly, closing your grasp around her waist, bringing her against you. Ignoring your dizzying heartbeat, you lowered your gaze to her parted lips, ready to risk everything for the woman looking back at you like you were her…well, her knight in shining armor. “May I…?” 

“You may…” she returned, waiting for you to close the space in between the two of you, your lips meeting in the middle. Instead of fireworks, you both felt like you had been submerged into a warm pool of honey, slowly enveloping your bodies in its comfort, eventually drowning you in its adherent serenity. 

As one desperate, though purposeful kiss led to another, the princess slowly led you backwards to the couch, sitting you down and lowering herself down onto your lap, her lips still connected to yours. The heavy sensation of arousal buzzing throughout your mind and body clouded your thought process. All you could think about were her plush lips moving against yours like you were her only source of oxygen, her warm hands moving down your jaw and up the back of your neck to slip into your tangled hair. 

Rosanna broke the kiss for a moment to whisper breathlessly, “Touch me, Y/N. You have my permission.” 

Your head was spinning, but you sought to keep it screwed on tight, removing your gloves to touch her body directly, though delicately, slowly moving your hands up to her waist, being drawn in towards her neck, leaving gentle kisses along the warm expanse of her skin. “Princess, your skin is so hot…Are you feeling unwell?” you murmured onto her, hearing her breath hitch from your teasing words. 

“Quite unwell…” Rosanna sighed softly, playing along, pulling at the strings near her chest, loosening up her dress so that it began to slip off her shoulders. “Take care of me, knight.” 

Greatly encouraged by her demand, you reached out to grip her shoulders, sliding her dress down little by little, gazing at her lovely, exquisitely soft body, the one you could only picture inside your head during the late hours of the night year after year. And now she was right here in front of you. You must’ve fallen asleep at the pond and been caught inside a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

Rosanna caressed your heated face, watching you with a loving gaze, letting you take your time, despite wanting to rip her clothes off along with every single piece of your armor. Slowly, but surely, you were brought out of your cloudy headspace when you noticed a deep bite mark imprinted in her skin just above one of her barely-covered breasts  — one that was fresh and bruising. “Did…Did Seonghwa do this?” 

She brushed a few loose strands of hair out of your flushed face and pushed them behind your pierced ear, nodding her head knowingly. “Yes, but–”

“Princess,” you interrupted Rosanna, gently taking her wrist and giving it a small kiss, motioning to the door with a soft smile. You believed in your heart that you could take better care of her than any man could, especially one that just did as he pleased. “Let me take you away from here. We can–”

“No!” the princess cried, overwhelmed by the thought of leaving, feeling your hand loosen around her arm, allowing her to pull away from you and stand up. She pulled her dress back up and began tying it up diligently, glancing down at it instead of your concerned eyes. “I don’t want to leave, Y/N. I’m happy here.” 

“Happy?” you questioned, your voice losing its volume towards the end. “You’re happy staying here in a crumbling castle alone with a shapeshifter? I know he’s your friend, but are you not afraid of what he could do to you? After he’s already done this to you?” You motioned to where the deeply embedded bite mark was located underneath her thin clothing, grimacing. 

Rosanna held her hands up to her head and gripped her braided hair, turning around to gather herself, appearing to be incredibly frustrated. “He’s more than that to me…” 

Choosing not to face the possibilities of her words, you stood up to your feet, taking a step towards her in order to turn her around, taking her hand to hold it. “Princess, you know I just have your best interest at heart.” 

Rosanna squeezed your fingers tightly, desperately wanting you to see her side. “Y/N, he’s not what you think! He’s actually incredibly sweet and takes care of me.” She looked down and smiled to herself, her eyes lighting up underneath her long, wispy eyelashes. “He loves me.”

“He does?” you mumbled, your eyebrows joining together in confusion, jealousy pricking into your heart like a thorn. 

“Yes, and he can take care of you too, Y/N. He has more than enough love to give.” 

“H-huh…?” You didn’t understand the context of her words, but it made your throat go dry. 

She grasped your chin with her manicured fingers and leaned closer, suggesting, “Why don’t you stay here? You can spend some time with him and maybe you’ll end up falling for him like I–”

A loud, ear-piercing roar rumbled throughout the castle, making you jolt, your hand settling on your sword, until another screech replaced the silence after the first, this one so powerful that it made the large bookshelves nearby tremble and shed century-old dust into the air around you. 

As if she was used to this happening, Rosanna walked over to the door to lock it, sending a glare your way when you stepped in front of the door, your back against it. “What are you doing?” she questioned sharply, pushing on your chest to move you, but not being able to. “You can’t bother him when he shifts, Y/N. He doesn’t have much control over it and he’ll…” 

You gave Rosanna a stern look, putting a hand on her shoulder, proclaiming, “I’ll protect you, Princess. Don’t worry.” And with that, you turned around and ran out of the room, unable to register the many protests behind you, heading towards the sound of yet another roar, everyone’s words echoing throughout the labyrinth of your mind. Your father’s, the king’s, the princess’, Seonghwa’s, your own. You didn't know what you were doing, but you were going to follow through. The rattling inside your chest told you to. 

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You followed the sounds of growling and deep bellows, the carpeted floor below you trembling every now and then, the old frames on the walls ready to fall off of their hinges, figuring that the beast must’ve been enormous for it to affect the castle. Eventually making your way to two heavy, opulent doors, you pushed past them and entered the vast empty garden area filled with dirt and crumbled stone just in time for you to come face to face with the dragon. 

It was just as big as you imagined, taking up a sizable portion of the outside area despite it being spacious enough to hold at least a quarter of the kingdom that used to reside there centuries ago. The dragon’s scales were pitch black like the night sky, but shimmered with a holographic sheen under the light of the moon that shone down from above. Its tail had to be at least ten feet long, as thick and long as one of the countless oak trees sitting inside the forest nearby, its movement reminiscent of a snake slinking around in the grass. You noticed its talons next. They could probably tear you to ribbons if he caught you in his grasp. Lastly, you were drawn to its eyes, large and piercing, striking you with instinctive fear, reminding you that you were prey. Though you wanted to continue studying its immense presence, the dragon seemed to notice you standing there challenging it with your sudden intrusion. 

“You’ve finally arrived, little human,” the creature bellowed in the deepest voice you ever heard, his words coming out serpent-like and seductive. He opened his mouth, baring his elongated, oversized fangs, his hot breath hitting the cold air. “Come here and show me what you got.” 

Pissed off by his arrogance, you unsheathed your sword and began heading in its direction, circling the dragon carefully when it began doing the same thing, a low chuckle erupting from its large throat. 

“What makes you think you can defeat me?” Seonghwa questioned, slamming one of his large claws down onto the ground near you, making the ground shake. “I could swallow you up in a second or turn you into nothing but ash and bone. Why are you doing this?” 

“To prove a point, goddamn it!” you growled back, swinging your sword at the dragon and slicing into his large black leg, watching as blood began to drip out from the wound. Seonghwa didn’t like that very much. Emitting a harsh exhale, you barrel-rolled out of the way of his large claws when he attempted to stomp on you, having to run in the opposite direction, the dragon hot on your tail. 

“And what point is that, you little pest?” Seonghwa growled, swiping at you, but missing due to your fast reflexes, your sword already making contact with the center of his palm, making him groan out in pain. 

“That I’m much more suited to take care of Rosanna,” you grunted, ducking out of the way of its other large claw, unable to take a breath before his tail swung in your direction, forcing you to jump over it before it made contact with your body. You forced out a laugh that sounded just as arrogant as you wanted it to, giving the dragon a crooked smile. “You seem to be struggling to take out a ‘pest’ like me, so I think I came at the right time. She needs someone like me. Not an egotistical beast like you.” 

A large amount of smoke suddenly began emitting from the dragon’s nostrils, a strange glowing light slowly becoming visible from the center of its stomach. “Now you’ve done it, knight. No more playtime.” 

You backed up a bit, observing your surroundings for the best escape before it was too late. Seeing a large crumbling staircase behind you, you turned around to head up the steps, a few strands of your hair starting to float up into the air as though there was an electrical charge in the air. “Oh shit!” you exclaimed to yourself, as a large zap of lightning with a purple hue hit the steps in front of you, turning them to dust. 

“Run away, little puppy. Let’s see how far you make it,” Seonghwa challenged in a guttural manner, watching as you continued your way up the stairs and headed down the opposite side of it. He lifted himself up into the air with his expansive wings and sent another burst of lightning in your direction, finding it amusing how the old concrete wall he hit far above you started falling around you in large chunks, causing you to leap out of the way of them and tumble down the rest of the stairs. 

“Fuck…” you whispered to yourself, feeling a bit dizzy, but forcing yourself to get up and grab your sword, before starting to run away as fast as you could, the large flaps of the dragon’s wings behind you sending fear into your thumping heart. Before you knew it, you were back inside the forest you had navigated earlier, the vines and foliage crunching underneath your worn down boots. A few trees near you suddenly erupted into flames once the violet lightning struck them, slowly falling in your direction, the roots preventing them from dropping completely. 

“Poor puppy isn’t fast enough,” Seonghwa commented gruffly, inhaling, little sparks of lightning exiting his mouth, before a large amount of it shot out past his fangs, heading quickly in your direction. 

Glancing back out of the corner of your eyes, you ducked underneath the trees and continued running, diving into a nearby river at the last second when the zaps of electricity touched your back through your chainmail, feeling it shoot up your spine. Cringing from the pain, you forced yourself to stay underneath the dark surface of the water, despite it being freezing enough to shock your body, your limbs starting to grow numb with each passing moment. 

Seonghwa landed back onto the ground with a thud so that he could stalk around the river in a calculated manner, keeping his head low to gaze down into the water, watching carefully for movement. “Come out and face me, knight,” he commanded fiercely, annoyance laced into his words. “So that you may submit to me.”  

Unable to hold your breath any longer, you forced yourself out of the water and grabbed onto the dragon, holding one of his large twisted horns as he lifted you up into the air. “Submit…to me, beast!” Using the adrenaline in your system to your advantage, you grunted and swung your sword upwards, slicing off a portion of his other horn, hearing him growl deeply in response. Just as you had made your decision to attack him, Seonghwa had sent one of his claws up in your direction, slicing your forearm and chainmail up the middle, then cutting into the side of your jaw and up to your cheek in a one clean swipe. 

Watching you wince and shut your eyes from the pain, Seonghwa feigned concern, “Oh, poor little puppy has a cut. Will you crawl into a corner and lick at your wounds?” 

The sweat from your hand caused you to let go of his horn, eventually falling back down into the freezing water below, your blood leaking out into the murkiness around you. “Fight me as yourself, Seonghwa!” you called out once you got your head above the surface, coughing and sputtering to get the water out of your lungs, ignoring the pain pulsing from your wounds. “Don’t be such a fucking coward!” 

Angered by your words, Seonghwa pressed one talon into the small black jewel that was lodged into his large chest, causing a misty puff of smoke to appear around him. 

Too busy swimming to the edge of the river, you didn’t notice Seonghwa’s disappearance as you climbed out of the water, your chainmail falling off of your body, exposing your thin top underneath. You stood up and stumbled a bit, feeling your armor start to grow loose on your body from how soaked you were, opting to just rip them off out of frustration with your current state, gazing down at the droplets of blood hitting the ground below. Suddenly sensing a different presence, you turned around just in time for a naked Seonghwa to send a punch in your direction, hitting you square in the jaw where you were bleeding from, sending you back into a nearby tree. “Augh…” you groaned, glaring at Seonghwa through your hazy eyesight, able to catch his next fist with your hand now that you were ready for him. 

“Just give up and submit to me already,” Seonghwa spat, grabbing you by the collar of your top and getting up in your personal space, growling into your face. “Get on your knees and admit I’m better.” 

Now that Seonghwa was this close, you couldn’t look away from him. He was annoyingly handsome, despite looking disheveled as all hell. Pretty black hair, a few locks of it falling into his face. High, pointed cheekbones. Plush lips. Definitely kissable. What were you even thinking? It must’ve been the blood loss that had you acting like this. 

“Did you hear me, knight?” Seonghwa leaned in closer, staring you down with an intensity that frightened you, amongst other things.

“Uh-huh…” You couldn’t really think. You were too distracted by his eyes. They were as blue as the ocean you’ve only seen in pictures. Entrancing, like the waves had crashed into you and swept you under, pinning you in between currents. 

“On your knees!” He slammed his hand against the oak beside your head, bringing you out of your headspace. He waited for you to finally give up, but grew unceremoniously stunned when you answered him by sending the blood that had pooled inside your mouth straight into his face. 

“You get on your knees and suck my proverbial cock, dragon shifter,” you returned aggressively, sending your fist up into his chin, causing him to bite onto his tongue and stumble backwards, almost tripping on his own tail. You pursued him, temporarily distracted by the man’s actual cock swinging in between his thighs. It was big. Way bigger than what you were used to seeing amongst the knight’s guild. Well, he was a beast after all. This distraction proved to be too powerful, allowing Seonghwa to sweep his tail underneath your feet, sending you down onto the rough ground in order to pin you underneath him. 

“I didn’t think you had all of that in you,” Seonghwa huffed out, his heart racing from the adrenaline pumping through him, his pupils resembling marbles. 

“Yeah, well, I did…” you mumbled, trying to breathe properly with his weight pushing down onto you, your own heart threatening to beat out of your chest. 

Blood dripped out of his open mouth and landed on your face and neck, dribbling down the center of your chest, your soaked top glued to your skin. “Y/N…”

Thrown off by the use of your name, you tried to pull your wrists away from his tight grip, gently biting into your cut lip. “Wh-what?” 

“I can smell your arousal…” he admitted under his breath, leaning his face down closer to yours, happily devouring the sight of your uncharacteristically flustered expression. “Why are you wet, knight?” 

“Because I fell into a fucking river!” you snapped, trying to ignore the heat emanating from your face and the pulsing from in between your legs. Seonghwa moved one of his knees into between your legs so that you couldn’t close them, pressing it up into your mound and causing some friction, leaving you breathless. 

“Don’t deny it, pup. We’re both adults, after all. You can admit that you want me. It’s okay.” Seonghwa pressed his lips onto your jaw, licking at the congealed blood that was left there, making you shiver. 

“It’s just the adrenaline rush, okay? That’s the only reason I want this…” you mumbled to yourself, not wanting to admit to yourself that you’ve wanted Seonghwa since you came across him at the pond earlier that morning. And you definitely didn’t want to admit that you needed him after seeing what he was capable of doing. Needed him to treat you like a little play thing that he could simply swallow up. Perhaps you were a hypocrite for questioning Rosanna earlier. 

“Take your trousers off. Panties too. I want to see how soaked you are for me,” he commanded gruffly, letting go of your wrists and sitting up, his tail slowly moving around in a snake-like motion around him, the ribbed tip of it flicking at one of your ankles. Seonghwa was looking down at you like you were his next meal. His next target to claim. To mark. You were going to be his just like Rosanna. 

You sat up and pressed your back against the rough bark of the tree behind you, forcing your shame down into your throat and pulling your wet trousers off, tossing them onto the grass next to you. You swallowed harshly, hooking your fingers into the straps of your see-through panties, blushing deeply at the sight of the man in front of you. He was drooling, for starters. Breathing hard and heavy like he had just got done running. Burning holes into your skin with the intensity of his gaze, waiting to see you bare for him. You wondered just how much shifting into the headspace of a beast affected his normal thought process. Would he fuck you like a beast too? 

“You look like you’re about to eat me,” you commented, pouting a bit.

“Not yet, puppy,” he replied in a low, calculated tone, his eyelids lowering slightly, the look in his eyes sending a jolt of fear down your spine. “I’ll save that for later.” 

You saw a flash of black when you blinked. “Oh–” you barely got out, not even able to respond to his words, looking down at your bare cunt glistening with your slick, your panties split down the middle and falling into a pile on the grass. “Really?” 

“You were taking too long.” Seonghwa moved closer to you so that he could get a good look at you. “Mm, you're a soaking wet mess just like I thought.” The tip of his tail slithered up and over your mound, making you gasp, eventually moving up and underneath your tank top, ripping it off of you. 

“Does this thing have a mind of its own?” you asked with concern, watching as his tail wiggled in between your tits, fighting the urge to give into him completely, wanting him to continue leading you. 

“No, this is all intentional, my love.” Noticing your gaze trailing his tail and the way it coiled around one of your tits, he licked at his lips, moving it up towards your mouth. “Get it wet for me.” 

“G-get it wet?” you squeaked, your heart skipping a beat at his choice of words from before, not appreciating how soft it made you feel. “For what?” 

Seonghwa shook his head slightly, blowing a bit of air out of his nose, amused by your reaction. He adored watching you submit to him little by little. He couldn’t wait to see what you looked and acted like when you were like putty in his claws. “So that I can fuck you properly,” he replied calmly, reaching out to grab your jaw, coaxing it open. “Don’t you want to be filled, knight? I can guarantee you’ll feel pleasure you didn’t even know existed.” 

How did you get here? You were there to save Rosanna and be by her side and what were you doing? About to let her dragon shifter lover enter you with his tail? Now why on earth would you–

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“Just like that, pup. Just like that,” Seonghwa praised in between pants, watching as his tail slipped in and out of your open mouth, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat with each sloppy thrust, knowing he could stop at any second but not wanting to. His cock was too hard. Twitching. Shiny and red, and drooling just like he was. He was completely unable to take his eyes off of your watery ones and the way your throat contracted every time you choked on him. “You’re–fuck–doing so well. I…promise I’ll reward you. Don’t worry.” 

You blinked your tears away, doing your best to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, trying to make sense of what was going on. Trying to understand why this was the most pleasurable moment of your life. Realizing that his tail must’ve been some kind of erogenous zone. Wondering what it’d feel like to get stretched out by it. Tempted to demand for him to fuck you with it. If only you could use your voice. 

Sensing your desperation, Seonghwa slid his wet appendage out of your throat, letting it slide down your body, leaving a trail of spit behind. “You look like you want to say something, my sweet,” he mused, reaching towards your glistening chin to wipe some of the spit away. 

“Inside…” you mumbled under your breath. “I want it inside.” 

Seonghwa smirked, tilting his head to the side. “Want what?” 

“Your…tail…” Your cheeks burned incessantly, making sure to swallow down the saliva that persistently filled your mouth. “I want it inside, Seonghwa. Give it to me.” 

Taking in your delightfully submissive gaze, Seonghwa brought your chin in his direction and pressed a kiss beside your swollen lips. “Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” 

“Give it to me before I chop it off and see if it regrows,” you returned snidely, feeling his grip tighten around your chin, his smirk growing wider. 

With his thick tail coiled once around one of your thighs, Seonghwa used the tip of it to thrust steadily into your squelching hole, not completely sure how long he had been going at it for. It felt too good to think. “You haven’t felt pleasure like this for ages, have you, knight? You’re so wet…like it’s the first time you’ve been fucked by something other than your fingers,” he sighed out, running his own fingers up to your hips and holding them, feeling them jolt routinely against his touch. 

“I’ve never…felt this before…” you replied in between breathless moans, trying to hold onto his shoulders for support, your hands starting to slip off of them from the sweat that had been coating the both of your heated bodies. “It shouldn’t feel this good…” 

Seonghwa leaned in closer to lick at the cut on your lax jaw, tasting the remnants of blood, studying your feverish expression, figuring you were getting close again. “Just wait till you have my cock inside you instead.” 

You squeezed around his tail again, making him groan, grabbing at his horns instead to keep from falling backwards, feeling the jagged edge of the one you sliced off earlier with your calloused fingers. “Seonghwa...shit…I don’t know if I can…nnngh…” You were already making such a mess on the dragon hybrid’s lap, your clear arousal spilt all over your joined thighs and lower abdomens, some even coating his already dripping cock. 

“Shh, my love. You can let go now…Just let go and feel…” Seonghwa whispered into your ear with such gentleness it sent you over the edge once again, launching you into an endless abyss of pleasure, one that you weren’t even sure if you could crawl your way out of. What happened to your mission? Where was Rosanna? What would she think if she found you like this, being fucked beyond comprehension by the very individual that you swore to protect her from? 

“Seonghwa, please, I can’t,” you begged near the man’s ear, your vision starting to fade in and out, your thighs shaking uncontrollably, unable to believe that his tail was still pistoning in and out of your tightening hole at a rapid speed. 

“You can and you will,” he suddenly demanded raspily, burying his face into your neck and sinking his teeth into it, marking you just like he wanted to.

You came again, this time so hard, your ears began to ring and your vision faded out completely, passing out from exhaustion and not being able to witness Seonghwa cumming himself with a growl, not even having to touch his dick to do so.  

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Rosanna stood in her bedroom with her arms folded across her chest, observing her lover holding you in his arms and gingerly walking up to her. You were sleeping soundly, your naked body limp, covered in bruises and cuts. “What did you do to her, Hwa?” 

“We fought. She wanted to prove herself. She got me good too.” He walked up to their shared bed and laid your body down, pointing up to his sliced horn, not able to see the bruises left on his face. 

Rosanna reached up to it, concern etched into her face, then looked down at you, running her fingers near the deepest cut on your arm. “You took things too far, Hwa. You were supposed to convince her to stay, not this.” 

“She’s not as fragile as you think she is, my love…but, yes, you’re right. I’m trying to control myself in that state. It’s proving to be a bit more difficult.” Seonghwa turned around and walked to the other side of the room, gathering up a few jars of herbs and potions so that they could heal your wounds. 

“How does it make you feel?” Rosanna asked, taking some of the jars from Seonghwa and opening a few of them, in order to prepare a mixture. 

“The thoughts are taking a longer time to leave my head when I return to my normal state.” He handed Rosanna a mortar bowl and watched as she began crushing up the mixture inside. 

“What kind of thoughts are you having?” 

“Earlier, in the forest…I wanted…” he started, his blue eyes trailing your naked body, watching as your chest rose and fell, studying your closed legs, wanting to be in between them. “I wanted to breed Y/N. Until she couldn’t move. It was such a visceral feeling too, but I…I held myself back for the most part.” 

“You’re waiting for my permission, hm?” Rosanna asked, turning the herbs into a fine paste underneath the pestle she was using. She chuckled at Seonghwa’s obedient nod, reaching over with her free hand to stroke his hair. “You can breed her, darling. Whatever you want, as long as she wants it too, you can give it to her.” 

Seonghwa wiped his mouth to prevent any drool from falling from it, watching as Rosanna began placing the paste onto your wounds with a soft hum. “Do you think she’ll stay if we show her how much we want her?” 

“I would like to think so.” Hopeful, Rosanna sat down on the edge of the bed and began petting your hair. She rested her hand on your cheek, smiling softly as you turned your head towards her palm, but didn’t wake up. “Though it has to be her decision.” 

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You woke up to the feeling of a warm washcloth gliding across your abdomen, as well as two fingers running over the scar tissue of your brand, the trickles of water making you shiver. “Mm…” Once you opened your eyes, you blinked a few times to get used to the golden light pouring inside the room through the open window, eventually focusing on Rosanna, who sat in a chair beside the clawfoot tub you were laying in. “Princess…”

“Y/N….I know my father…he…” she started in a weak voice, gently tracing the insignia that was etched into your skin. “He’s a monster for doing this to you. I wish I could’ve done something to protect you. I…should’ve been by your side. I just didn’t know if he had control over you…if you were close to him like your father was. That’s why I kept to myself for so long, but that was…so selfish of me.” She closed her eyes, a tear falling from them once she looked at you, clearly struck by grief. “I’m so sorry…” 

Hesitating only for a moment, you lifted your hand out of the heated water and caressed her cheek, rubbing her tears away with your thumb. “Don’t be sorry. You did what you had to for your own protection.” When Rosanna placed her hand over yours and leaned down further, you gave her a soft smile. “We’re two sides of the same coin, love. We both wanted to protect and take care of each other, but there was always something caught in the way.” 

“And now…?” she whispered, dropping the washcloth in favor of holding your face, watching as you sat up. 

Sighing softly, you pressed your forehead to hers. “Now, there’s nothing left to stop us. I see that now.” 

She sighed as well, exhaling out all the worries, rage, grief, and despair she had felt for so long, instead drawing in everything that you were when she pressed her lips to yours. You kissed her back, sharing a gentle exchange of love and warmth, until it grew more desperate, more passionate, wishing it could somehow allow you to convey the myriad of things you felt inside that you simply couldn’t verbalize. 

Breaking the kiss, Rosanna slipped out of her silk robe and climbed into the tub onto your lap, pressing kiss after kiss whenever she could, focusing on your neck once she heard the small breathless sounds you couldn’t help but let out. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Hmm?” 

“Feels good…”

“Yeah? Do you want more?” 

Smiling at your quick nod, her hand slid down in between your wet bodies, groping gently at your breasts, before slipping one, then two fingers inside you, chuckling softly at your surprised gasp. 

“Princess,” you moaned, heat consuming your body and soul, tossing your head back just as she began to pump them in and out of you, her thumb pushing into your clit every time she filled you. 

“What is it, love?” 

Swallowing saliva down your throat, you gripped her thigh, pleading with your eyes. “Let me fill you too.”

Rosanna nodded her head at your request, emitting a choked gasp as you pushed two digits into her entrance as well and tried to match her thrusts, the both of you eagerly trying to bring one another to the same peak of pleasure. “That’s it, Y/N. Just like that…” 

You leaned forward to bring Rosanna into an open-mouthed kiss, thumbing her clit with your other hand with as much quickness and pressure as she was offering you, moaning and gasping into her mouth, your bodies beginning to shake and tremble against one another’s. “Princess, oh my gods, please come for me…” 

“I’m cumming, Y/N,” she cried out, resting his head in the crook of your neck, her cunt spasming around your fingers, until they were slick with her release. Rossana felt how tight you became around her own fingers, squeezing and rubbing your clit until you let out a silent cry and squeezed her shoulders for comfort.

Trying to catch your breath, you gazed at her until the bathroom door opened behind the both of you. “Rosanna…I…”

“Seems like you two are getting along,” Seonghwa interrupted cheekily, striding across the cracked tile floor and reaching down to pet both of your heads, his fingers slipping through your hair. “This is a lovely turn of events.” 

Rosanna nuzzled Seonghwa’s hand, smiling to herself. “My love, won’t you take us to bed?” 

“T-to bed…” you murmured to yourself, your cheeks hotter than the surface of the sun upon thinking about what had occurred the night before. 

Seonghwa gave Rosanna’s forehead a kiss, before turning to you, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up over his shoulder, finding the squeaks you let out to be insanely adorable. Turning around the walk out of the bathroom with Rosanna at his side, he licked his lips, already drooling. “Let’s go, pup. I think it’s about time I eat you.” 

“E-eat me?” you gasped, trying to bring your head up to look at Rosanna with pleading eyes, blushing even harder when she smacked your bare ass and chomped her teeth down in a teasing manner. 

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“What’s wrong, pup?” Seonghwa asked huskily in between long, drawn-out licks to your reddened, puffy folds, his long tongue reaching from your clit to your tighter entrance each time, admiring the distant, glazed-over look in your dilated eyes. “Aww, already fucked dumb and I haven’t even bred you yet, hm? Tell me how good it feels.” 

“It feels so good, Seonghwa,” you slurred out, unable to react to the feverish expression etched into the dragon shifter's face besides biting into your bottom lip, idly grasping at the princess' wrist for support.

“I bet it does. Hwa’s really good with his tongue,” Rosanna commented cheekily, suddenly blocking Seonghwa’s view of your face when she placed both of her knees on the opposite sides of your head, craning her head back to give him a perverse smile, much to his enjoyment. She pulled back slightly to gaze down at you, carding her fingers through your sweaty hair. “Want to show me what you’re capable of, my love?”

Dumbfounded, you stared up in between the princess’s thighs, swearing you were witnessing heaven itself. “I…wow…Yes, princess, please let me show you,” you answered her, having to swallow saliva down before you choked on it. 

Chuckling softly from how endearing you were, she positioned her cunt down onto your mouth before you could say anything else, your eyes rolling back slightly as soon as you tasted her sweet warmth on your tongue. “Mmmn…” You instinctively wrapped your arms around her thighs, lapping at her folds up to her clit like an obedient pet, encouraging the princess to stroke your hair lovingly and rub herself on your open mouth out of pure desperation. “Yeah, just like that, pretty girl. Keep it up.” Fueled by Rosanna’s praise, you let go of one of her thighs to play with her clit, your moans sending pleasurable vibrations through her, unable to register the rest of her breathless praise from how distracting Seonghwa’s tongue was due to the way he kept shoving it in and out of your pulsing hole. 

Seonghwa spread your lips apart with two fingers in a V formation, using his thumb from his other hand to rub and swipe at your swollen clit, not giving you a chance to instinctively buck your hips away from him, using his tail to wrap around you and hold you down. “Uh-uh-uh,” he teased in a muffled voice, pushing his slick appendage so far inside you, your vision started to fade out. You kept licking and licking, flicking and flicking your tongue up the princess’ throbbing pussy, opting to shove your tongue into her hole just like Seonghwa kept doing to you, losing yourself completely in the white hot pleasure that was pulsing through your entire body. There was no knight. No princess. No dragon. Just endless love. It was only when a hot gush of liquid spilled out into your mouth and went down your throat that you came to, squeezing and kneading Rosanna’s trembling thighs with your weak hands, drinking it down until there was no more. 

Panting heavily, Rosanna climbed off of you and encouraged you to sit up, leaning her flushed face towards yours, dragging her tongue up past your bottom lip and into your mouth, tilting her head to bring you into a deep kiss, lowering one of her hands down to squish and pull at one of your tits. She opened her eyes up slightly to gaze into your barely open ones, her tongue coiling around yours, swapping spit and warm arousal with one another. 

Once Seonghwa slurped your abundant arousal up into his mouth and licked his lips clean, he sat up as well, before standing up on the mattress in front of the both of you, idly grabbing your other tit, rubbing your nipple around with his thumb. “Do you like being filthy with your lovely princess, Y/N?” he questioned you in a gravelly voice, gripping the back of your head, as well as Rosanna’s as soon as you made a muffled sound of approval, alternating the position of your heads, deepening the kiss between the two of you, making the both of you moan into each other’s mouths. As soon as spit began to drip down your chins, Seonghwa emitted a low growl from the back of his throat, slowly slipping his cockhead in between your open mouths, groaning as you both began sucking on opposite sides, your tongues and lips working in tandem to slurp on his twitching length. 

Knowing Seonghwa had been waiting for his chance to mate you, Rosanna slowly pulled away, wrapping her fingers around his cock and guiding it to your mouth, watching as you gingerly allowed it inside, the corners of your lips stinging from his size. “That’s a good girl, Y/N. You can take it all, right?”

You nodded your head quickly, sitting up on your knees to suck him off properly, holding onto his hips for support, trying not to gag when Seonghwa suddenly bucked his hips forward, forcing his cock down your throat, stretching it out. 

“Mmmm, look at the pretty little knight with the dragon’s cock stuffed inside her pretty little throat. Isn’t it a beautiful sight, my love?” Once Rosanna nodded in approval and moved some of your hair out of your face, Seonghwa zoned in on you with glowing eyes, hunger visible on his arousal-stained face, the tip of his forked tongue swiping at one of his elongated fangs as he began to fuck your throat, thrusting steadily and enjoying all the gurgled noises you made. “Yeah, that's right. Get it nice and wet for me so I can breed that pretty pussy of yours, pup.” 

You kept your mouth open as wide as possible for as long as you could, almost feeling lightheaded from the way his hot, heavy length kept pushing past your throat, gasping as soon as he pulled out and used your spit to slick up his cock, along with the abundant pre-cum that dripped from it. Seonghwa was breathing too heavily to speak his mind so you looked to Rosanna for guidance. 

She kissed your cheek and hugged you lightly, rubbing your lower back in small circles. “Are you ready to take him, Y/N? He’s been waiting to become one with you, but only if you’re ready for it.” 

You looked back at Rosanna, smiling softly, your body and heart full of warmth for her. Once you pressed a kiss onto her cheek as well, gingerly lacing your fingers with hers. “I’m ready.” Rosanna nuzzled you with her cheek, before looking up at Seonghwa, reaching up to pat his hip, causing him to spring into action. 

In a head-down, ass-up position on the stiff mattress, you made sure to keep your eyes on the large, throne-like chair that was positioned at the foot of the bed, zoned in on the princess’s sweaty, shuddering body laid back against the seat, her fingers pushed deep inside her. “Oh, Princess…” you sighed out, overcome by the sight of her, but also taken by Seonghwa’s heavy body pressing down into your back, his cock ramming you forward with each powerful thrust. She gave you a lustful look back, breathing heavily and emitting soft moans of pleasure, pleased with the sight of her dutiful knight being fucked to hell and back by her precious dragon shifter. 

Seonghwa chuckled darkly into your ear, hardly out of breath, despite how hard he was ramming into you. “Do you like the way Rosanna is looking at you? At us?”

“Yes,” you admitted shakily, a few beads of sweat dripping down along your neck and lower back, making you shiver, your throat hurting from how dry it was after breathing and moaning so heavily. “It feels so good…having her watching me…” 

His tongue slithered out to lap up the sweat that dripped down your neck before it trickled onto the bed, eyeing the fading mark on your neck and sinking his teeth into it to make a fresh one, pleased with the strained moan that reverberated out of your throat. Seonghwa picked up the pace, his claws closing around your hips, hunching over and fucking into you like a ravenous animal, asking into your ear, “Tell me, do you want my kin inside you, Y/N? Do you want me to breed you like a proper mate?”

Locked into a delirious state of pleasure, barely able to focus on Rosanna’s increasingly blurry body jolting and sinking down into the chair as she met her climax, you found yourself nodding as quickly as you could. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted each time Seonghwa pounded himself into you, overcome by a delirious amount of pleasure once you felt his tail slide underneath your body to swipe and rub along your swollen clit, the rough scales sending almost painful strikes of pleasure into your core. “Breed me, Seonghwa. Breed me and make me yours.” 

Seonghwa met Rosanna’s gaze, his lips curling into a blissful smile once he saw hers, knowing both of their wishes were coming true. You were his, and she was yours. The three of you allowed to mingle inside a space of your own, without any threats, able to join each other at a pinnacle of love for as long as your hearts desired. “As you wish, my love,” Seonghwa replied breathlessly, flipping your body around and facing you, using the tip of his tail to press into your clit in just the right way to make you let out a choked sob, your arousal coating his throbbing cock. “I’m going to fill you now. It’s coming, beloved.”

You tossed your head back onto the sheets below your head, about to fade away completely when Rosanna sat on her knees near the edge of the bed, beginning to run her fingers through your hair and leaving kisses on your cheek and earlobe, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement into your ear. Seonghwa’s relentless thrusts and the sudden intrusion of his cum flowing into your womb and filling you up to the brim sent you over the edge once again. You yelled out for them, reaching out your hands as well, feeling like you would drown in ecstasy without a way to come back to the shore. Seonghwa took your hand in his and held it tightly, leaning down against your body, still sheathed inside you, keeping you full of his love. Rosanna held your other hand just as tightly, pressing her cheek against yours, neither of them letting go of you. 

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Turning your sore, bruise-riddled body in the velvet sheets, you faced the two slumbering individuals beside you, studying their features bathed in the moonlight that was peeking through the stained-glass window. Your dear Rosanna was wrapped up in Seonghwa’s arms, being held protectively from anyone or anything that wanted to do her harm. She held him back, her fingers clutching at the ends of his raven hair, her face displaying complete and utter peace. When you first arrived, you remembered the serenity etched into her features, her eyes diligently studying the book she was reading in the library. You remembered how Seonghwa looked at her anytime he was near her. With sparkling eyes full of love and longing. Perhaps they didn’t need you. You suddenly sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, holding two fingers over your heart, feeling it hammering inside your ribcage, your chest tightening up uncomfortably. Without thinking, you stood up and walked over to your clothes to begin putting your trousers on. 

“I know things are complicated for you, but you shouldn’t go back to that monster of a king,” Seonghwa said in a hushed voice, already sitting up against the headboard, brushing his fingers over Rosanna’s hair as she slept soundly. You craned your neck back to look at the man, swallowing hard, the warmth inside your heart telling you that everything you felt before wasn’t a fluke. He ran a hand through his bed hair to smooth it out, leaning his head against the wood behind him. Sensing your apprehension, he sought to quell your fears. “ I’m truly sorry I gave you such a hard time before. I was acting out of selfishness. I couldn’t accept that you offered her something I couldn’t…” 

Your grip loosened from the material that was hanging from your hips, letting it pool around your feet below. Seonghwa reached out for your hand, prompting you to take it. He squeezed your fingers, his eyebrows upturned with regret. “Please forgive me, love.” 

You squeezed his fingers back, sliding back down onto the bed to leave a peck on his cheek. “I forgive you, Seonghwa. It’s okay. I…couldn’t accept that either, actually. I wanted to be the one that saved her. That took all her pain away. I wanted to be…her prince.” You laughed weakly at your own words, shaking your head, but Seonghwa looked at you with deep understanding. “I’m just a nobody with some rusted chain-mail. But…I’m happy being whatever she wants me to be.” 

Seonghwa gave you a genuine smile, one that filled you with comfort. “She wants you to be you, darling. She fell in love with you…not the knight of the round table…” His voice drifted off as he pressed his lips to your cheek, closing his eyes. “Not the loyal guard of the king…” Another kiss, this one just beside your lips. “But you, Y/N, the softhearted, tenacious woman that’s underneath all the heavy armor you wear. That’s who she fell in love with.” 

“So…I’m enough?” you asked under your breath, as though you were ready to crack and crumble underneath the weight of them. 

“More than enough.” As Seonghwa encased your cheeks with his slender fingers, he brought you into a real kiss, letting you whisper a broken ‘thank you’ in between kisses. He brought you into his arms, giving you another gentle reminder, “You have a place here. With us. With her. I promise you.” 

Once he let you go, you leaned your head in the crook of his neck, gazing down at Rosanna who was still sleeping soundly in his arms, tears threatening to leave your eyes. “I’ll stay...” Seonghwa nodded to himself in silence, rubbing your shoulder with his hand and pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You held your hand out above Rosanna’s head, wanting to touch her hair like Seonghwa had done earlier, but hesitating out of habit like you had done for many years prior. 

Seonghwa took your trembling hand and guided it down to the princess’s head. “It’s okay, Y/N. You’re safe here. You don’t have to hide anymore.” He looked at you with his soft sapphire gaze, studying your softened expression for a moment, before looking down at Rosanna. “She wanted you to stay the most, you know. She’d stand at the windowsill right over there day after day, waiting for you to come. All this time.” 

You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw your teardrops land onto Rosanna’s cheek and slide down onto the sheets in small splotches. Seonghwa sighed to himself, wondering if you had finally removed the last piece of armor you had on. 

Rosanna’s eyes fluttered open when a tear landed on her eyelid, concerned by the sight of your immense display of emotion. She reached up to touch your tear-stained face, immediately asking, “Y/N, are you okay?” 

You nodded, taking her cheeks into your warm hands and leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto her lips. Once you pulled away, you heard her make a small noise of protest at the loss of your warmth, causing you to let out a chuckle. “I’m more than okay…”

She wiped a few of your tears away with her thumbs, gazing up at you. “Then why are you crying, my love?” 

Taking in a deep breath, you pressed your forehead onto hers, whispering, “I love you, Rosanna…since the very beginning, I’ve loved you with all my heart.” 

Rosanna blushed heavily, suddenly wrapping her arms around you and pulling your body flush to hers, burying her face into your neck so that you couldn’t see how much you had affected her. “I love you too, Y/N. More than you know.” 

“Once more,” you requested against her ear, eventually meeting her uncharacteristically shy, but passionate gaze. 

“I love you, Y/N,” she answered with all the passion she could conjure up, relieved that you looked just as flustered as she did.

Your thumb pressed into her bottom lip, wanting to feel it move under your skin when she recited the spell that she now had you under. “One more time…” 

Rosanna clutched the back of your head with two hands, her heart still skipping a beat when she said, “I love you…”

“As do I, Rosanna. Always and forever,” you returned, encouraging Rosanna to press her lips onto yours, your bodies melding to one another, making you forget about everything else entirely. 

Seonghwa reached down to pet the tops of your heads, thankful he could witness a happy ending being written right in front of his eyes, the ink still wet to the touch. Though the books ahead were still full of blank pages, the first was finally complete, ready to be put back onto the shelf in favor of a new one. 

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[gabessquishytum]

From the horny discord chat today, someone posted a picture of Trader Joe's trail mix, branded the "Omega Trek" mix. It snowballed from there.

Scheduled subscription boxes for omegas in heat! All the most cutting edge nutritious and tasty snacks and over the counter remedies to make the process more bearable for unpartnered omegas. But what happens if your heat comes early and your goodies aren't there yet?

So. Dream is a loner alpha who runs a company that makes products for these boxes, and omega Hob has signed up to be one of his product testers, but his heat comes and the shipment has gotten lost (or whatever we like.) Fortunately Hob happens to be in the same city as Dream and he could just drop by with the items he really needs tested! It's just... there's a deadline, right? And he really needs this data. Very important data! He can't wait another 3 months or whatever or take the time to have new volunteers do the legal paperwork needed to be his product testers or he won't make the production deadline.

So he'll just drive the snacks over to this guy himself, no problem! What could possibly go wrong?

Actively yelling over the idea of Startup Company Guy Dream. His siblings laugh at him because what does he do for a living?! Put nuts and seaweed and chocolate into boxes?? Spend hours calculating the vitamins and minerals needed for a healthy heat?? Even his kinder family members think it won't last a month.

But Hob saw the product advertised on tiktok or something and thought it was a great idea!! So he signs up to test it about 6 months before the product is launched, and agrees to fill out a bunch of questionnaires and do an interview.

...and the data really IS important, which is how Dream ends up standing on Hob’s porch, waiting for him to answer the door. He should probably just drop the box there and leave but... it seems polite to at least check in with this guy who has agreed to help him out!

Unfortunately when Hob cracks open the door, he gets a whiff of yummy snacks AND yummy alpha. His mouth starts watering, and he accidentally swings the door wide open. It all goes a bit downhill from there.

Well, not downhill. But Hob’s experience of taste testing the snacks mostly involves him sitting on Dream’s knot and being lovingly fed in the brief periods when they're not fucking hard. So Hob probably can't give an entirely objective review of Dream’s project, but he can say with absolute certainty that everything Dream has given him tastes absolutely divine. Not just the snacks 😉

The snacks give Dream and Hob a great opportunity to stay in touch, because Hob does genuinely want to help because the product was yummy and left him feeling much better than usual after his heat. Every time they meet up to discuss the product though, it inevitably turns into another excuse to fall into bed together!

When the snacks finally launch to be sold on the open market, they're obviously a total success! At the launch party Hob finally, timidly suggests that maybe he and Dream should start seeing each other like... normal people? Not just under the guise of business stuff?

And Dream shyly hands him a personally curated box of snacks with all his favourites, and asks if Hob would consider sharing his next heat with Dream? As boyfriends this time?

And then they fuck in the bathroom, and Dream is late to give his speech, but it's totally worth it <3

#karalynlovescake #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw food

[chris-continues]

Random ideas:

Mermaid knives? 👀

Escape room together with Nai?

Clothing shopping with Nai? Maybe make him try goofy stuff for fun :>

What color wax do u think Nai would use the most for wax seals? I have a wax seal kit and I thought I'd try makin something that would be atleast similar to what Nai would make

Do u think he would ride a motorcycle?

(Sorry if this is alot.....)

Omg I want to answer all of these time for a load of hcs heehehhehheheh

Random Knives HC’s

So I couldn’t come up w much for mermaid au, but escape room Knives will plague my mind since I’ve been to an escape room once and I loved it.

Escape room

-he’d think they’re overpriced and whatever but Vash knows he likes murder mystery stuff.. so he supposes he can indulge him 

-he actually gets kinda into it but tries to hide it LMAO

-Vash will take him again to like celebrate smth (like passing an important exam or getting an internship somewhere he was really looking forward to) and they take you with them

-you get into it too and Vash helps to keep track of clues while you guys solve it

-you’re on his mind even moreso after that- your excited face after you found a clue, or a new lead, or how you peered over his shoulder cautiously to see what puzzle he was solving.. god.

-yeah the pining continues

Clothing shopping

-Nai doesn’t like shopping for brand new things- having to start adulthood far too early in poverty meant that he had to find cheaper ways to access necessities. Such as clothes

-hence why knives loves thrifting. He’s a goodwill god, if I do say so myself

-imagine sifting through racks together and you find a goofy sweater for him. (You suggest he wears it and he scoffs- good naturedly, but with a bit of playful fire nonetheless).

-you find some cute things while he’s looking for whatever he needs- usually not much, however on occasion he needs more professional wear, or he’s looking for Vash

-I do think you’d mostly be sifting through clothes in minimal silence- he brings his headphones to listen to a podcast. You’re listening to the same one, he has excellent taste :)

-you brush forearms as you shop, shuffling beside one another awkwardly in the cramped area of the aisles, faces a bit flushed from your proximity

-guess what? The pining continues

-thrifting is something that brings you both comfort when not outside your home though. It’s a routine that happens in your relationship- when you’re both in a shopping mood, that is. In happenstance, if you feel like spending the day in and Knives has to run errands, he will definitely look for you more. This shirt reminds him of you, or those shoes. You’d like that.

Romantic letters

- @coffinbeananteiku (aka Sam) is the one that came up w/ the wax seal color hcs!

-she mentioned that Knives would overthink the color meanings and end up choosing either black or white (I’ve mentioned it once on my blog I think) but definitely give them a follow! I love her ideas a ton :D

-for my own thoughts? Knives loves the flow of writing in cursive. He almost never does on schoolwork, to make grading easier and neater, and he usually types anyways

-but his handwriting is elegant and direct in its own way, complimenting the utter devotion in his words as he writes to you. It’s easier for him to piece his thoughts out delicately onto the table before placing them onto the paper, sealing it once he’s read it 2-3 times (or more) and leaving it at your doorstep- as is routine for whenever he drops off letters.

Motorcycle?

-BWANAHAJAJAHAHAHAAH *cackles* no of course not/lh

-you think after he lost his only parental figure and his brother having lasting health conditions + the loss of an arm to a car accident, he’d be adamant on nothing as dangerous as a motorcycle

-you are in fact correct in that assumption

-Wolfwood rides a motorcycle though, Vash rides with him. And when Knives caught wind of the news, he was furious. How could Vash be so reckless?

-It’s weeks before Knives fully cools down, but it’s got a lasting effect on him. He needs alone time. For several days. He’s enraged.

-once he finally talks to Vash he’s biting his cheek roughly, hands grasping the arm of the couch tightly. “You do know it’s dangerous, correct?”

-“And I know you care-“

-“I do.”

-it’s a disagreement that Vash knows is plenty reasonable from his brother, and it never fully simmers.

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[doctorho]

Neon lights pt. 3

Viktor x gender neutral reader, modern-ish au, no warnings

3.8k words

HI GUYS! HAVE A THING!

i know this story is stupid old but HEY we do what we want here. have a part three.

here's part 1 and part 2 in case you want a reminder of what happened in this story before (i sure as hell didn't remember and i wrote this shit)

this is....okay guys this is functionally just smut ok. i'm trying. i'll proofread this and re-evaluate my life choices in the morning, but for now...you're welcome. tags: @writingmysanity

The whole way to his apartment, you’re wildly aware of everything. Every passing heartbeat is a reminder of the moment you were in, and the steady rhythm of his steps next to yours only solidifies the feeling. The dizzying anticipation swirling around in your head trickles down your body, all the way to the tips of your fingers, making you feel like your blood was electric.

This was – in theory, at least – a very strange situation. You had gone from being strictly on friend territory to…something else, in the matter of hours. And he seemed to adapt to the new situation fluidly, calm and confident as ever, if still sporting the remnants of a blush. You couldn’t blame him – the kiss had left your body burning, too, heating up a lot more than just the skin on your cheeks. 

And now you were going to his apartment with…the promise that there’d be more. 

It was a very strange situation, in theory. This was Viktor – the guy you sat quietly in the library with, every fifteen minutes showing each other something really stupid you’d found in whatever you were reading. The guy you complained to when someone had stolen the good soldering iron tips from the lab, again. The guy you could always count on to want to try to find a solution to every problem, or at least study the problem with you and offer his own specific brand of humor to help. 

The guy that had, without any prompting, shared his tools with you when you needed something you couldn’t find. Who had started to keep a few extra soldering iron tips around when he figured out what kind you liked, so he always had something to offer when there were none to be found in the shared storage.

The guy you sometimes just sat silently with when you both happened to take a break at the same time, or when he was the only person in the room that you recognized and on top of that, liked. It's not like you'd been best friends, but you'd been…friendly. There's been a silent understanding about it. Sure, sometimes you bickered over the best way to take notes or wire something, but you'd still had this…wordless mutual agreement that you respected each other. You could count on each other, you know, if someone happened to need covering regarding some late assignments or borrowed equipment or dodgy lab practices that might be frowned upon. You had his back, he had yours. You were friends. 

And now you knew what he tasted like. 

Now, he was taking you to his apartment to…learn more. 

It hadn’t been explicitly discussed, but he’d said he wanted to touch you, and you had a good enough imagination to take it from there. Especially after that kiss. After hearing those breathless little sounds he’d made. After having him that close. After having felt his goddamn erection pressed against your ass. 

Yeah. That was more than enough for your imagination to get going. You weren’t exactly sure what he had in mind, but you were eager to find out. Very few things would leave you feeling disappointed right now; whatever he would offer, you would take, gladly. 

As strange as this situation was in theory, it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.

It just made you feel curious. Curious, and your limbs heavy with expectant desire.

This was a whole new side of Viktor that you’d never seen before. Not outside of your fantasies, anyway.

This was a whole new side of him, and you were dying to see what it was like. To see what he would do when the public eye was out of the mix. What he would look like, wanting something honestly, just the two of you in the room, alone, and with the whole night to waste away. 

You’d thought about it many times, what it’d be like to have him look at you like he wanted you. Like he wanted you, and he’d decided he was going to have you. 

And now you were very much on track to finding out what it would truly be like. 

The thought is almost too intense to bear, and it settles in the bottom of your stomach, heavy and thick and sweeter than the remnants of the caramel on your lips. 

Your mind flips through possibilities like a slideshow, giving you a glimpse of something before moving on to the next scenario only for half a second. How would he behave? Would he be confident and dominant and in charge, or would he let you lead? What about the sounds he’d make, would those be as delicious as you were hoping? You’d gotten a taste when you’d kissed him, sure, but you wanted more. You wanted to hear what he sounds like when there is nothing else, when it’s the only thing he can think about, when he isn’t thinking about it at all. You’d felt his hard-on earlier during the night, and you wanted to feel it again. Only closer. And with more…intent. 

He’d said he wanted to touch you, and you wanted, more than anything, to know what that would be like.

And you were going to find out.

He stops at his apartment door, and you try your best to behave like a decent human being, for the moment. You know, like you weren’t just busy thinking about his dick. 

“In advance – “ He says as he digs out his keys and sorts through them looking for the right one, “Sorry about the mess.”

You exhale a short, quiet laugh. “Viktor.” You say slowly, drawing out his name and leaning to the wall next to his door, “Do you really think that the mess is what I’ll be focusing on?”

He pauses in his movements for just a second, considering this. And then he licks his lips and swallows as he tugs the door open. “Fair point.” He agrees quietly, “I guess not.”

You smile a little in response, and he opens the door, holding it open for you as you lean off the wall and slip in. 

Inside his apartment, the situation washes over you like a wave – the background hum of people and city streets is gone, the colorful lights are reduced to a few dim streaks that the windows let in. 

It is quiet, and he is watching you carefully. 

"I meant what I said." He mutters, voice quiet and thoughtful. "Earlier." He averts his eyes from yours, "I don't expect anything from you."

"Okay," You answer, the word slow, as you study his features in the dim light. "But what do you want?" 

He swallows – you can see it – and then he opens his mouth, just a little, but doesn't say anything. Instead, his eyes find yours again.

"Was that a difficult question?" You tease him, leaning back slightly. 

"No," He breathes, "just…unexpected."

"How so?"

He lifts his brows slightly. Licks his lips. "This is…not how I thought this night would end when I agreed to go to a pub quiz."

You smile a little, and hum through your lips, leaning a bit closer to him. "Is this better or worse than what you had in mind?"

He blinks. "I was thinking of testing out some of the circuit board models. Optimizing the layout."

"So…." 

He lets out a short exhale, and one corner of his lips twitches upwards. 

"So I think I would say that this is better." He lifts one eyebrow slightly, and his eyes trail down your body. It makes your whole body feel like it’s heating up again, and you almost want to shy away from his gaze. Almost. 

You smile a bit, and hum in response. “Good to know.”

He meets your eyes again, now more serious. “I meant it when I said I don’t expect anything from you.” He says again, “even if nothing else happens tonight, this will have been better than anything I was picturing for myself.”

You hum in answer again. You knew he was being serious – you got that. He was making sure you were on the same page about this. That you didn’t feel pressured. And you didn’t want him to worry.

“Picking up people from bars wasn’t what you had in mind?” 

He laughs a little, shaking his head a bit. “Not my usual practice, no.”

“So I’m special, then?”

He meets your eyes again. “Yes,” he answers, with enough sincerity that it surprises you. 

You don’t know what to say to that, so you just stare at him, for a moment. 

“Yes, you are.” He continues, more serious, and taking a slow step towards you. He stops just at the edge of your personal space, and holds your gaze. 

“Did you really think,” he starts, slowly, his voice quiet, leaning a bit closer, close enough that you could smell him, “ – that I would let just anyone that close to me, and then invite them home?”

You swallow, not sure how to answer. He smiles slightly, just for a moment, before he takes a breath, and his eyes drop away from yours.

Then, he exhales a small chuckle. “Those two know better than to invite anyone else to –” he starts, then pauses to take a breath, sigh it out, and shake his head slightly. “..sit in my lap.” 

He leans a bit closer again, and when he exhales you can feel his breath brush your cheek. You can smell the caramel, the cinnamon, the heat. 

"Do you have any idea," He mutters, pressing closer to you, his words quiet and soft, his breath brushing past your ear and making you shiver, "what it was like?" His voice breaks a little at the end of the sentence, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine, a pleasant tingling resonating at the nape of your neck. 

With a very slow movement, he places down the now-empty coffee cup, and out of your peripheral vision, you can see him flex the fingers of his now-free hand. 

"Having you there, so close, so warm and real, and trying not to think about it?" He says, the words dripping with something thick and heavy and sweet, "about having you closer?"

You swallow. “I think I have an idea.” you answer, tilting your head slightly. “Are you waiting for written permission to touch me, or –?”

He takes a deep breath, slowly. Then he meets your eyes. Licks his lips. 

Now, he was standing so close that it didn’t take much for his fingers to find your waist. His hand trails up your side, slowly, carefully, lightly,  and he sighs. You can feel that against your skin, too.

You just exhale a hum in affirmation, and lean into his touch. It’s all you can do, with his fingers skimming over your waist, lightly past your ribs, so gentle they’re barely there. It’s maddening, that he’s only giving you a ghost of a touch, like this.

"About–" He continues, the word brushing against your skin, and then he pauses, takes a breath. "When you asked if it was the good kind of torture," he starts again, quietly, "were you trying to drive me insane?"

You smile, just slightly. “Maybe just a little.” You trail a hand up his chest in response lightly. “Did it work?”

He takes a deep breath, and exhales it against the side of your throat. “You have no idea.”

You smile again, now mainly to yourself. “And what are you going to do about that?” you ask him, and you don’t even try to disguise it from what it was; a dare. 

An invitation.

Viktor is not stupid, and he takes it. Greedily. 

He takes a breath, and his grip on your waist solidifies as he tugs you against the closest wall. Half a step, and your back is pressed against it – and his gaze is burning through you, his eyes dark and hungry in the dim room, almost glowing as they reflect the golden-yellow lights coming in from the windows. 

He licks his lips. He doesn’t let the distance between you grow; he’s still so close that when he speaks, you can feel his breath on your lips. And you were willing to bet he knew that. With that damn knowing look in his eyes, you were willing to bet he knew exactly what he was doing to you. 

“What would you like me to do about it?” He asks, throwing the dare right back at you. 

Yes, he was radiating that calm confidence you were used to, that I know exactly what I’m doing and I know I’m doing it well, and you knew he wouldn’t be doing any of this if he didn’t already know you wanted it, but…he was still treading carefully. Making sure. 

You smile a bit, and hum thoughtfully through it. Wrap your fingers through the fabric of his shirt. “This is a pretty good start.” you answer, letting your eyes drop away from his. “You could also kiss me, now that there’s no audience.” 

He blinks. 

And then he kisses you. 

In the dark room, it’s like he envelopes you, filling your every sense. He still tastes like caramel, and now that there is nothing but the darkness and this, you’re able to smell him, too – and able to hear every soft little sound he makes. 

It’s intoxicating, having him this close. You get lost in it easily, burning every bit of it into permanent memory without even trying. The delicious pressure of him pushing you against the wall, the way his breath hitches when you open your mouth to him – 

When his lips drop from your mouth to your jaw, to your throat, you don’t even think about the moan that slips out of your mouth. Not until he groans in response, and you can feel it, and the low, deliciously heavy thrum of it drips straight down to the pit of your stomach. 

It makes you feel lightheaded and lead heavy at the same time.

He exhales against the side of your throat shakily, and leans away slightly, tugging at your waist. 

No words are needed for this; it’s pretty clear what he wants. 

To get you somewhere more convenient.

And that’s more than fine with you. 

His hand falls away from your waist just to slip into your hand, and pull you into his apartment properly. It’s not big, and even in the dim lighting, you could tell it was cluttered, but you barely make a mental note of this; that wasn’t even on your list of priorities right now. Besides, Viktor had never seemed like the kind of person who’d live in a clinically white empty apartment anyway. 

And you’re pretty sure that you’ll have time to inspect his interior decor choices later, if you wish. But right now, though – right now you were only concerned about one thing; where he was leading you. 

It turns out to be his bed, which, honestly, was exactly what you’d been hoping for. At the foot of it though, he hesitates, freezing for a moment. 

He was still nervous – still didn’t trust that you wanted this. Wanted him. 

You smile at him softly, and he opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t get it out. 

You lift up a hand to gently nudge him towards the bed, and he gets the message, falling to sit down on the edge. 

“Let me guess.” You mutter, leaning a bit closer, while he’s just watching you with his lips slightly parted. “You’re not expecting anything from me.” 

He swallows, visibly. “Yes.” 

You smile slightly. “Good.” you answer, “noted.” 

Nodding a bit, he just watches you. 

His breathing falters when you very carefully, slowly move closer and settle to straddle him. Keeping your hips in the air for now, you fold your knees on either side of his thighs, and watch his reaction. 

It is not disappointing; his breathing is fast, and his cheeks are rosy, his eyes half-lidded as he looks up at you. Waiting. 

“However,” you say slowly, trailing a hand gently up his chest, “I’d like to know what it is that you want.” 

He takes a very deep breath but doesn’t answer, so you continue by gently tilting his chin up with a few fingers, making him meet your eyes. 

“I meant it when I said I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, Viktor.” 

He exhales a small sigh. “I know,” he answers, “I know.” Then, he licks his lips and swallows. “Just…having a hard time believing this is all happening.” He exhales a small chuckle, looks away, shakes his head a bit, “you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this.” 

You blink in surprise at the confession before settling back into the reality of the situation. That this was indeed happening. 

“Oh?” you say, keeping your voice sweet, “and what happens in your dreams?” 

Seeing Viktor get flustered might be your new favorite thing. He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything, then closes it, licks his lips. You can see the blush on his face deepen, and when he looks at you, his eyes are half-lidded, dark, and heavy on you. 

Delicious. 

“Viktor.” you drawl out, leaning a bit closer, “Tell me what you want. Tell me how to make you feel good.” 

You smile when you see him swallow, see his fingers flex at his side again. 

“Believe me,” he starts, voice quiet and breathy, “that is…not a complicated task.” 

He glances down, and you follow his gaze to what was definitely an erection, before tilting his head up again and leaning closer to him again. Not close enough for your bodies to touch but close enough to let your lips brush against his ear, “That doesn’t mean –” you start quietly, savoring the way it makes him shiver a bit, “ – that it’s not a task that I would be interested in mastering.” 

In response, he sighs, and tilts his head back a bit, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his neck. 

It feels like the most natural thing in the world, letting your lips fall to his neck like that. And when he seems to lean into your touch, that feels natural, too. 

When he moans, though – that, that feels heavenly. It’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, and it drips right down your spine and straight to the pit of your stomach – and lower – and you instantly memorize any spot that makes him do that. 

He swallows – you can feel it – and you smile against the side of his throat. 

You’ll take that reaction as encouragement.

“You can touch me,” you tell him quietly, muttering the words against his skin, “if you want.”

His hands find their way to your waist, and you roll your hips against his slowly.

And he gasps, tensing under you, and when you look up you find his eyes closed and brows furrowed in a delicious little frown. Curious about his reaction, you roll your hips again, and this time, he lets out a quiet, shallow moan, and his hand on your waist tenses. 

You hum in approval, and lean closer to smile against the side of his throat. “I hope you know those delicious little sounds you make are driving me insane.” you mutter, slowly rolling your hips against his again.

His grip on your waist tightens again, and you pause. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You ask, your head clearing a little bit.

He breathes out a shaky chuckle, shaking his head, and that’s enough to dissolve your worry. “No, eh –” he swallows, “quite the opposite.” 

The understanding of what he’s saying melts into your body, slow and warm, and you relax against him.

He takes a deep breath, two, “No.” He says again, “I am…thoroughly enjoying this, just…I would stop doing that if I were  you, unless you want me to implode.”

You blink. Look at him, for a moment. 

“And what if I do?” you ask, keeping your voice sweet, slowly trailing a hand down his chest. 

His eyes find yours quickly, and you tilt your head slightly, waiting for him to answer. He just stares at you, and you stop your hand at the waistline of his pants, studying his reaction. 

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask, waiting. 

“I –” He starts, immediately pausing to lick his lips, “No.” He answers, voice breathy, “No. But – “ he furrows his brows slightly, “Are you sure?” 

You smile at him softly, and run your other hand through his hair gently. “I wouldn’t be here right now if I wasn’t,” you remind him, leaning a bit closer to brush your lips against the side of his neck, “I want to make you feel good.” 

He exhales something that might be a curse, but you’re not sure.

“Tell me what you want.” You prompt him again, and after a heartbeat, he breathes out a groan and his grip on your waist tightens, and he tugs you closer. 

You follow the pull easily, and smile against his throat before kissing that spot that had made him moan before. He swallows as you press your body closer to his, slowly rolling your hips against his again. 

“Keep –” he says, his breathing faltering a bit, “Keep doing that.” 

You hum quietly, contemplatively, against his throat, knowing he could feel the vibrations of it and moving your body against him agonizingly slowly, fully aware that you were just teasing him now. “This?” 

In response, he stifles a groan and leans back his head. “Yes –” he breathes, followed by something that was definitely a curse. 

You smile at the reaction, run your hand up his chest again, and lean close enough that you’re sure he could feel your entire body pressed against him. 

“You can touch me if you want, Viktor.” You remind him quietly, letting your lips brush against his ear and your hips press against his again. 

He shudders a bit, breathing out a broken sigh. “Where?”

“Anywhere,” you answer, smiling against his skin when it makes his breathing hitch.

And then his grip on your waist tightens and he curls off the bed, closer to you, burying his face to your shoulder with a low, broken groan, his hips trembling as they jerk up once, twice. 

He breathes out a shaky sigh, before laughing quietly. “It would seem –” He says quietly, exhaling the words to your shoulder, “that just the thought of that is enough to do me in.”

You smile a little to yourself, and he snakes his arms around your waist, holding you close.

"Sorry." He exhales, voice quiet.

"Viktor." You start, leaning back enough to find his eyes into yours. Make sure he understands. "Do you have any idea -" you say slowly, "how hot it is that I got you to lose control like that?"

He blinks. Blushes. Averts his eyes. "Oh."

"Yeah."

He takes a deep breath, and, very carefully, trails a hand up your body. "Well then -" he mutters, taking his time to meet your eyes again, "how do you feel about continuing?" He asks, "Because I don't think I'm anywhere near done with you."

#arcane viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #viktor x gn!reader #arcane fanfic

[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dude 1 with a Rich Reader (Requested by menethusiast900069)

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Requests from my Archive account, slight NSFW at the end of the PD1 request. I could't help myself >:)

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-Honestly, how you two got together is beyond me. How the hell is this sad wet cat man pulling a rich baddie like you? And more importantly, how do I do the same? Dude needs to tell me his secrets to getting a Sugar Mommy

-But good lord, is he getting spoiled. He'd be so overwhelmed by it at first. Being doted on and cared for by someone is something he isn't used to. He does love the affection you give him. It helps ground him. Helps remind him that even though the world is full of scum, there's at least one person worth loving

-What really shocked him is how you were so willing to spend money on him

-Like when you'd spend money to fix up his trailer. Fixing up the damage that happened from Dude's bout of anger or from other accidents. Getting him new furniture. Making his home practically look brand spanking new.

-It was a slow process though. Poor thing felt so bad that you'd spend so much on him. He didn't have money like that to throw around so he couldn't spoil you like how you'd spoil him. He'd try to beg you to save your money and how he isn't worth it. Well, those pleas fell on deaf ears. Baby doesn't realize how special he is

-Imagine buying him exclusive merch from him favorite bands, getting VIP passes to meet and greets, he'd be so happy, especially since you are doing all of these kind things for him. He just loves you so much

-He'd be willing to pay back such grand gestures with some more.. sexual favors. He'd gladly lay you down on his bed and spoil the hell out of you.

-He could eat you out for HOURS. Once he gets a taste of you, he won't be able to stop. Sucking, licking, fingering, he will end up overstimulating you but it just feels so damn good

-And they way he'd be caressing every part of you those large hands of his can reach? His touch is so gentle, almost ghostlike in nature. He treats you like you're made of glass

-Your pleasure will always come first. He could care less about himself in the moment. You're always doing so much for him. It'd be cruel of him to not return the favor in some way. Please let him do this for you. He'll feel so bad for not being able to return such kind gestures of yours <3

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Postal Dude 3 with an Insecure Reader (Requested by Benatar_My_Bethroed)

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-You? Insecure? Not on this man's watch.

-Dude isn't someone who's insecure, far from it. He's a baddie and he knows it. And when he looks at you, all he see is perfection. So why do you feel this way about yourself? He just doesn't understand

-You'll have to bear with him. Sit him down, talk to tell. Be blunt. Be honest about everything. Don't hide anything. He likes full transparency, even if he isn't good at it sometimes

-It'll take some time for his dense ass to comprehend, but he will do whatever he can to help make you feel better

-Is always down to give you physical affection. He loves being able to hold you, and love all over you. If you're insecure about a specific part of your body, he'll make sure to pay extra attention to it. Kissing, caressing,  and loving all over said areas.

-He is alright with words. He's never been good with expressing his love for you. But that won't stop him from trying. He'd probably say something so goofy, so corny, that it would make you laugh at him

-But hey, he'd rather you be smiling and laughing, then frowning and sulking. If he needs to distract you with him being a goober, then he will. He'll do whatever he needs to so he can see you smile. He'd even kill a person for you

#postal #postal dude #postal dude x reader

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola Broomquet Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Epel: Okay, here's the last question.

Epel: "How do you spend your days off?"

Epel: I'm also pretty curious. What do you do on the weekends, Ace-kun?

Ace: I'm not doing nothing fancy or whatever.

Ace: When I stay in the dorm, I'm usually playing a game, or reading comics that I borrowed off a guy in my class.

Ace: But it's pretty boring to just stay in my room, so sometimes I head down to the town at the foothills.

Ace: Like the other day, I left early so I could get there around noon, and I was able to kill time until evening, basically.

Epel: So, what did you do there?

Ace: I mean, I just kinda wandered around. I guess you could say I was shopping?

Ace: Oh yeah, I remember, something super lucky happened then!

Ace: I got my hands on this limited-edition hoodie from my absolute favorite brand, even though it had originally sold out immediately on their online shop.

Ace: 'Cause we're in a remote location, I guess not many people would come here to buy it. So basically, I got super lucky.

Ace: Sage's Island's got a ton of stores that're more geared towards us students, so it's super fun to just wander around.

Ace: But, compared to an actual city, there's not much merch coming in all the time, so sometimes it feels like it's pretty lacking, though.

Epel: Eh, you think that's lacking!? And here I was all impressed by all the different stores we got here!

Ace: You're seriously impressed by that little town…? Dude, just what kind of place were you living before coming here?

Epel: Even if you ask me that… No, we're interviewing you right now, not me. So, what other stuff did you do other than shopping?

Ace: Hmm… I guess other than that, I just grabbed a hamburger for lunch.

Ace: There's a chain restaurant here on the island that also has a place back home I used to go all the time. When I saw their sign, I just had a sudden craving.

Ace: Oh but, even though it was the same dish, the sauce had just the slightest difference in flavors. I wonder if that's something that depends on the region we're in?

Ace: Now I definitely want to try out some of the other dishes there. Oh yeah, why don't you come with me next time?

Epel: Yeah, I'd love to! I don't think I'd be able to tell the difference in the sauce flavors, though…

Ace: You wouldn't be able to tell the difference? Oh, are you not that interested in exploring flavors of food, Epel?

Epel: Ahaha, that's not what I mean. Back in the village I'm from, we didn't have a restaurant where we could eat hamburgers.

Epel: I've only eaten them a few times when we actually traveled out of the village by car, so I don't really remember how the sauces tasted.

Ace: What? Seriously? I can't believe you guys don't have that chain restaurant that's basically everywhere…

Ace: Wow, that's shocking… But that makes sense now. That's why you're impressed by that small town.

Ace: But hey, that in itself is another reason why it'd be worthwhile to take you. I'll recommend to you all my favorite dishes.

Epel: Great job, Ace-kun. The interview's over now.

Ace: So now, I gotta fly on the Birthday Road with my broomstick, right?

Epel: Yep. Here you go, this is the broom that was prepared for you.

Ace: Woooah!? Wow, the brush end looks like a bouquet!

Epel: There's so many red flowers, it's super gorgeous. I bet when you go and fly with this, you'll really stand out.

Epel: You better do your best to not do anything that looks uncool, Ace-kun, heh.

Ace: I ain't gonna let anyone see me screw up! I'm usually pretty good at stuff when it's crunch time.

Ace: Hup, alright… Okay then, time to make my grand entrance!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #epel felmier #twst ace #twst epel #twst translation #twst birthday

[slytherinshua]

VELVET AND SILK

genre. assassin au. fluff. warnings. slightly graphic dialogue. use of guns and daggers. meaningless side character death. yongha being an entire cutie. pairing. husband!yongha x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. first wei fic woohoo written for my favourite yongha obsessed soulmate @eternalgyu <3

“Take one more step and I shoot.” The threat echoed against the walls of the empty warehouse and you scrunched your eyes shut tightly, taking a breath and trying to reach the dagger you had on hand without anyone noticing. It was hard to do anything discreetly when you were being held so tightly against your target’s body, a gun barrel pressed up to your temple. You dared to open your eyes to catch another glance at what Yongha was doing.

It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but you could just make out a stealthy shadow travelling along the second floor of the warehouse; overseeing everything happening below from the railing. You were confident that even if you couldn’t get out of this yourself, Yongha wouldn’t let any other man even lay a finger on you. He was sort of possessive when he came to that. You were sure your husband was already fuming at just seeing you trapped in the arms of a man you both should have been able to have taken out by now.

You would have had the situation completely under control if your target hadn’t prepared backups. Taking down 1 man twice your size was one thing, but 3 all at once was a little more of a task for you. You were strong for a woman, sure, but men towering well above 6 feet still had an overwhelming physical advantage. That was why you didn’t even try to struggle in the hold of your captor. Staying calm and grabbing hold of your dagger was the best chance you had.

“If you have any sense of self-preservation left in you, you’ll let her go now before I blast your brains out.”

The response came twice as harsh as the original threat— right on brand for Yongha. You held back a scoff. Of course your husband would jump straight to that. Though, that was part of the reason you loved him, you supposed.

The next moments flashed by in the blink of an eye. You felt that arm around you loosen just slightly, most likely from a shiver running up the man’s spine at your husband’s chilling warning. This gave you just enough room to grab the dagger strapped to your leg and ram it into the man’s side. A gunshot fire was heard half a second later; Yongha’s excellent aim ensured the bullet seared right through the man’s skull.

You let out a relieved sigh. Even though your life might not have been in danger (you could always tell when your target would be too scared to actually pull a trigger), it was still nice to not have the scruffy arms of a man with a long history of illegal activity holding you in place. The only arms belonging to a man that you would willingly let yourself be held by were Yongha’s; and for the record, he smelled pleasantly of musk and freshly washed dress suits.

“Wanna go catch dinner? All that drama stirred up an appetite.” You heard your husband’s playful tone sound through the room as he jumped down from the banister. You smiled as you picked up your gun again and placed it back in its holster. You always found Yongha’s voice shifts from when he was threatening someone to when he was talking to you to be entertaining.

“Will you buy me a filet mignon? I’m in the mood for something fancy.” You replied back in the same playful tone he had offered.

“If you dress up nice.” He shrugged and flashed you a flirty grin.

“Deal.” 

An hour later you were dressed in a velvet black evening dress, sipping expensive tasting wine across your husband. For missions he always wore his hair tied up, but for dinner dates, he let the long dark strands down, styled only slightly. You loved how perfectly his hair framed his face, contrasting nicely with the white silk suit he had adorned instead of his usual work attire.

He was trying his best to keep a straight face, but whenever your eyes met his, he couldn’t help how his lips quivered and eventually formed a cute smile. Given how soft he was with you and his friends, you wondered how it was even possible he was good at his job— he was acting like a smitten boy in love, and not as if a man had just died at his hands an hour ago (very deservingly).

“Are you drunk already? Your face is flushed.” You took the first opportunity you could to tease him. Seeing him get all shy and smitten never got old. 

“No! The food hasn’t even gotten here, we barely started drinking.” He hushed you, his eyes darting around to the other tables of couples or groups of friends all dressed to the nines. And then with a hesitant whisper, he asked, “Are you sure we really fit in here?” 

You giggled. In terms of looks alone, no one would question you or Yongha. You had both dressed appropriately for the 5-star restaurant, and either one of you had a stare that could kill. Yongha seemed to always be a little too precautionary when out in public.

“What? You want to leave before we get our steak?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you sipped more of the dark red wine. Your husband shook his head slightly, seeming to relax a little, but still be on edge. You could barely focus on anything other than how endearingly his cheeks were flushed.

“You wanted steak, so you will get steak.” He said simply with a smile, “From my wallet.” He added as an afterthought, making both of you break out into soft laughter.

You loved to relax like this with your husband after a mission, both of you lost in the other's eyes for a couple hours as you wound down from the high stress of your job. As long as you had each other, whether it was on a mission or sitting across the dinner table, you were content with life.

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[pocminiseries]

When He Comes|3

3|Hold Me ♡

The bathroom was foggy and heated as Julianna stared back at her reflection. Her skin glistened under the light as she stood in nothing but a white fluffy robe Jaehyun had left out for her.

She was tired, it was evident in her face. But not just from the lack of sleep but from life in general. All she wanted to do was to get away for a while to ease her mind and not think for once. To maybe feel some type of peace if she could.

Not even in her dreams she had that type of pleasure.

Shit, maybe she just needed to get some good dick to fuck her worries away, even if it was only a temporary fix. Either way, lord knows she's been craving it for weeks. Her body desired to be catered to. Maybe then the peaceful sleep she's been wanting would actually happen.

Shaking her head, Julianna began to wonder if her sister was even worried about her. If maybe she was out looking for her.

"Yeah right." Julianna snorted, pushing away from the sink. It wouldn't even surprise her if Adonis told her not to even bother. But then again, he didn't want Julianna to go anywhere either. He liked how he had control over every part of Mia's life and was slowly trying to do the same with her.

God, she couldn't stand him.

Reaching up, she removed the towel she had wrapped around her braids, letting them fall freely around her face. "I like your hair like that." Spoke a voice from seemingly out of nowhere. Julianna visibly jumped when she heard it because she didn't realize she was no longer alone.

Looking behind her, she watched Jaehyun step inside the bathroom, making his presence known. "How long have you been there?"

Releasing a low chuckle, Jaehyun grinned showcasing those dimples of his. "Don't worry, I wasn't watching you. I just came in to check on you." He reassures her, sensing that she was still a bit nervous around him which he understood completely. "I left you some undergarments and PJs on the bed. They should be your correct size."

Folding her arms under her breast, she stared back at him with slightly narrowing eyes. "And how do you know my size?"

Jaehyun remained silent as he took his time to look her over from head to toe before meeting her accusing gaze. "By looking at you." He states rather bluntly. "You can change and meet me in the kitchen or keep on the robe, whatever makes you comfortable." He encourages then disappears back into the darkened bedroom, leaving Julianna alone once more.

Licking her lips, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. She couldn't pinpoint it but there was just something so mysterious about him. She knew nothing about him other than his first name and that he clearly had money but that was it. No last name. No information about what he does. Who he was. Where he was from...nothing.

Yet here she was alone in his condo with no phone or personal information of her own on her. How fuckin dumb could she be?

Stepping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom which she assumed was his because it smelled just like him, Julianna chose to stay in her robe for now and made her way towards his kitchen as he instructed.

Jaehyun's place was nice and...manly. It seemed cozy but definitely brand new as if he had just moved in not long ago. "Here, drink this. You'll need it." He advises, placing a steaming cup in front of her. "And no I didn't put anything in it, you have my word." He adds, seeing her open her mouth to ask.

She playfully rolled her eyes but picked up the cup and gave it a quick sip, ignoring the burn to her tongue. "What is this? It tastes different but sweet." She comments before taking another sip, loving how warm it was going down her throat.

Leaning on his forearms against the counter across from her, Jaehyun smiled as she sipped on his one of his favorite drinks. "Chamomile tea with extra honey. It'll help relax you and sleep better. You seem like you could use some good rest."

"I looked that bad huh?" Julianna chuckles softly, placing her almost empty cup back down.

Jaehyun shook his head. "Physically no, you don't. However, your body language is screaming for you to relax." He reveals to her. From the night at the park where he had first seen her high as a kite to spotting her again standing soaking wet with nothing on her, he could tell she was trying to run from something. Something that always seemed to leave her restless.

And for some reason, he wanted to help with that...and with whatever else Julianna may need. He just had to be smart about it.

"Why were you there that night I saw you at the park?" Julianna suddenly blurts out, letting her curiosity get the best of her.

"I was there on family business." He answered simply. Keeping his response short and vague but of course that wasn't enough for her.

"Are you a drug dealer?"

Tilting his head slightly to the left, he eyed her curiously. "Why would you think that?"

"Honestly? You seem like one. The clothes. The car. The money that you clearly have. Plus you were in the middle of the hood that we both know you've never lived in." Julianna lists off, seeing no point in beating around the bush, She was determined to get answers before the night was over with.

Looking off to the side for a bit, Jaehyun stared back at Julianna for a good ten seconds. "A little bit but not quite. I was there as a favor for my father. He's an...entrepreneur of some sort and from time to time I help him out on the business side of things."

"Are you a drug lord?"

"No, but my father is...kinda."

Julianna eyed him, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. "Right. So what exactly do you do?"

Jaehyun could only smirk at the beautiful woman in front of him. He loved how she wasn't afraid to ask him anything. He enjoyed it. "To put in simple words...when there is a problem, I come and fix it."

"Fix it how Jaehyun?"

"I like that." He professes, eyes darkening as he stared back at her. "Say my name again."

"Jaehyun." Julianna quickly obliges watching him closely.

"I give them a warning..."

"And if they don't do what is expected?"

"They die." He says truthfully. Seeing no point in hiding what was obvious.

"By your hands?"

Leaning up to his full height, Jaehyun crossed his arms over his chest. "Sometimes...yes. Does that bother you?"

Downing the rest of her tea, Julianna pushed the now empty cup back towards him while wiping her mouth clean. "No. I'm used to living amongst killers." She confesses, thinking of one in particular.

"Is that why you didn't want to go back home?"

Placing her chin into the palm of her hand, her eyes teared away from his and onto his sleek countertops. "Yes. And it's not my home. It's just a place where i lay my head from time to time." She briefly explains, lowkey hating how she literally had no place of her own like she wanted.

"I see. Well, you're more than welcome to stay here for as long as you like. I'm barely here as I'm sure you've noticed." Jaehyun states, noticing the way she paid attention to not only him but her surroundings as well.

"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me." She may have sounded a bit irritated but it wasn't Julianna's intention. She was just weary of a stranger's kindness. She wasn't used to it.

"Because as I told you before Julianna, I'm here to be whatever you need me to be. That's solely up to you as to what that may be." Jaehyun voices, going back to the night they first met at the park. She clearly needed someone and he was willing to fill that void for her.

Julianna smirked a little at that. She could probably use him for a lot of things but that wasn't who she was.

Instead, she asked him something that sounded so foreign leaving her mouth. "If I asked you to fuck me, you would?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"If you wouldn't mind cumming on my tongue and my dick..." He informs her in the most silken tone Julianna had ever heard.

Standing to her feet, Julianna could feel her pussy throb with need with what she just heard...however, she wasn't ready to cross that road just yet. "That sounds tempting but for now, can you hold me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course." Jaehyun nods, following close behind Julianna as she made her way towards his bedroom. It was still dark, with the only light coming from the bathroom until he turned it off and closed the door.

Removing her robe, Julianna pulled back the comforter and slid underneath, with Jaehyun doing the same. Pulling her close to him, Jaehyun wrapped his arms tightly around her, leaving no space between them as he lay behind her. She felt nice in his embrace and her quiet sniffles didn't go unnoticed.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, he placed soft kisses along her skin until he felt her relax against him. And although she didn't know him, she had no clue she was in the safest place she had ever been.

#maturethemes #ambw #kpopfanfic #ambw kpop #ambwfanfic #nct jaehyun #nctsmut #nct smut #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyunnct #pocminiseries #poc kpop #whenhecomes #nct fanfic

[rudjedet]

Oh hey! Another anosmic! So rare to see. I'll admit, I can smell now, but I was definitely born without the ability to do so.

My parents didn't notice it until I was 5 and I couldn't smell Vick's VapoRub, but they quickly found me like, the only anosmia clinic in the country and the first in the world, Dr. Henkin's Taste and Smell Clinic. It was and is unlike any clinic I've been to. They had rows of brown glass bottles of (probably) pungent liquids, they would collect saliva from you using name-brand lemon juice, you would get your blood drawn monthly in the doctor's own office, a little closet-sized room stacked floor to ceiling with binders. (Maybe this description is just showing how privileged i am) Anyway he treated me with an athsma medicine for 3-4 years and it indeed worked.

The first thing I smelled was my mom's minty breath after she brushed her teeth. Not having any frame of reference, I called it stinky lol

I've found smell to be a very valuable sense, and I'm eternally grateful to Henkin and his colleagues. When I was maybe 10 I was camping with my father and my sister, and me and my sister were in a tent together with a space heater. Had I not smelled the space heater burning my sister's blanket, we both could have been seriously burned.

About your question, I've never noticed distinctly different smells coming from anyone I know. Sweat smells the same on everybody, farts can smell a little different based on diet, same goes for mouth smell, we all sort of smell the same. The closest I can think of to "people's scents smell different" is people mistaking the idea of cologne or perfume for something like animal musk, which it Is Not.

But then again I do have those anonymized MRIs floating around the clinic's website, so maybe my sense of smell isn't exactly normal lmao

Oh that's cool! Based on all the responses, whether or not you can smell other people (and even whether sugar granulate has a scent) seems to be highly dependent on a ton of factors. Perfume and other hygiene products is one thing, but there's definitely people saying they can recognise certain people under certain circumstances based on their scent.

Most of you weren't around for this, but during my second pregnancy I suddenly started being able to smell (and this was the thing that made me side eye my uterus because I hadn't done a pregnancy test at that point yet). The first whiff of something I caught was the window cleaner I was using at work. It smelled vaguely sweet, and it was such a weird experience. The next morning I visited bestie and we tore open her spices cabinet just shoving anything and everything into my nostrils. I could mostly get the pungent stuff like paprika and dried ginger. Two weeks later we were out for ramen and that's when I recognised my first smell without knowing what it was beforehand (the ginger in the gyoza).

I lost that baby and the smelling went away again, but for my last pregnancy the same thing happened. Unfortunately what also happened is that I ended up with pregnancy rhinitis and hay fever (hubs has hay fever and our kiddo does too, so throughout pregnancy I was suffering thanks to his overly excited immune system copying onto baby), so there wasn't much smelling going on during the pregnancy itself. It did persist for about 6 months post-partum, and I did find out that if I keep my dust allergy under control with antihistamines, I can sort of smell again once my ovulation rolls around.

Interestingly and opposite you, my immediate response to any scent is "oh wow that's nice!", I guess just because I can even smell it lmao. But once I get used to them, there's room for nuance. My favourite scents are ginger, properly aged cheese, and my daughter. I will say I once walked into a group of old humans (choir practice, lmao) and... didn't like it, it was this uncomfortable wall of something undefinable. Dirty diapers are ... oddly minty? I wouldn't classify it as a "stink" but it's a scent that definitely lingers.

The thing with human personal scents and why I operated on the notion that all humans in general would be able to recognise someone based on scent is part having smelled my own kid before and hearing a lot of mums say they love the scents of their children, part knowing that perfume does tend to travel across larger distances, part being told that I have a pretty present personal scent, part being autistic and having overactive other senses and thus thinking "well scent would be the same then wouldn't it", and part just... not having any direct experience with it lmao. As with everything scent-related everyone's replies have all been extremely elucidating, just like the time I ended up hyperfocussing on perfumes.

#me soaking this up like a sponge and utilising it in my writing

[lumiereandcogsworth]

ough now I'm curious, what are adam and belle's drinks of choice and what type of drunks are theyyyy 🧐

YEEESSS!!! i have many a thought

okay so for belle, i think she probably had her first taste of beer at the pub when she was like. nine or ten lmao. and that’s not bad parenting on maurice’s part!!! it’s the 18th century!!!! he didn’t let her have a full pint on her own until she was more like 15, i think. but she definitely liked sneaking sips from his drinks when she was younger lol. same deal with wine too, though it was just more common for maurice to have beer, since he’d grab a pint with père robert semi regularly, and belle, as usual, would often want to join in on the fun. (and maurice would never leave her at home if she wanted to join, he wanted her to socialize and converse as much as she could!) anyway, so belle “grew up” pretty used to beer and wine. and she loves bitter flavors so the dryer the better, in her opinion.

this is then very funny when she ends up with adam, who not only has had a way wider pallet of alcohol, but also IS a sweet tooth and definitely prefers the sweeter wines, as well as fun cocktails. and don’t get me wrong, he’s downed plenty of bourbon and other strongly flavored STUFF, but for casual drinking he’d prefer a cocktail. in modern au i feel like he’d go for a cosmopolitan or something in that realm. belle usually gets a beer or a moscow mule, if i had to guess.

but anyway circling back to canon adam. he’s, of course, had far too much experience with alcohol! first time he got drunk he was like. 13. that’s when university started though!! everyone was doing it and he wanted to fit in and be cool :(( but anyway yeah that guy has tried everything - EVERYTHING - under the sun. and been drunk way more than anyone so young should have been. i like to think that when agathe resurrects him, she also gives him a brand new liver because babygirl i can’t imagine it was doing very well 😭 (i think she just gives him a whole new body. tip-top shape!! because i… don’t think he would’ve lasted very long in his current state. his father died at 47 and i wonder if adam would have even made it that far. BUT ANYWAY!!!!!)

i do often debate what his stance on drinking ends up being, later on when he’s a husband and especially as a father. i don’t think he quits cold turkey or anything, (it’s the 18th century french court. come on now.) but i do think he gets really on top of it. his main concern is that he never wants his children to see him even a little intoxicated. because, as you can imagine, that was how he often saw his father. and it’s not that he think he’d harm his kiddos if he was drunk, but he just doesn’t want them to experience that. and he also doesn’t trust himself or fully know what he’d do, so he just doesn’t wanna take any risks. he still does allow himself to get drunk, just mainly on special occasions. or if he & belle are away on a trip, he indulges more.

onto that topic! when adam is drunk he’s SO affectionate. he’s just soft and loving. way more talkative as well. before belle, the alcohol just made him very very sociable (and therefore, likeable!) and also more of a bitch <3 but once belle is in the picture, he’s still pretty talkative, but everything gets centered around belle. he’s just always leaning on her and kissing her wherever he can. he’s much more of a lightweight (even with all that experience 😮‍💨) so it doesn’t take long before he gets all 🥴🥴🥴 lmao. even his conversations always somehow circle back to belle. (though, that happens when he’s sober too. his wife is his special interest! sue him!)

belle isn’t a lightweight at all. i think it takes her a while to get Very drunk. but when she does, she just gets very like, amplified. and by that i mean both that she speaks loudly and she becomes like. belle+ sjdksj. like she gets REALLY hypothetical and philosophical and starts asking random ass people the biggest and most ridiculous questions. and she’ll really want to discuss it with them. her mind just starts questioning the universe and getting into crazy deep discussions. and they’re surprisingly coherent! but it’s funny when she’s doing this to adam, because he’s just leaning on her, kissing her neck, and she’s like “but how did we get here? is there a god? how could we know? what if plato’s allegory was true and we’re all just looking at shadows. love are you listening???” and he’s just sleepily kissing her neck like “you’re brilliant, darling. absolutely. tell me more.” afjsjdj

i think belle reaches another level of drunk (it’s like in brooklyn 99 where amy has a different kind of drunk for every drink she has) where she gets very playful and frisky and handsy and Horny. and she usually doesn’t reach that point until near the end of the night, so adam and belle Quickly make their escape to the bedroom. but sometimes it hits her earlier during the party and she’s like “get up beaumont i need you to fuck me agaisnt the wall in that empty room down the hall.” and he’s like ofhskfhskdj anything for you beyonce!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway they’re a nightmare <3

i’ll also just end on a sweeter note, lmao, here’s a tiny fic i wrote set on adam’s 31st birthday. he’s all drunk and soft and affectionate and tells his wife how much he loves her. that’s it that’s the plot 💖

#sorry for belle saying that out loud in front of our salad but. had to be done #anyway HEHE sillies <3 #batb 2017 #batb headcanons #adelle #alex tag #answered

[ayyyez]

May I please request a scenario of a one night stand between Kame and Yaku @ Ayame's place w/ Kuroo camping outside the room in the morning waiting for the walk of shame, thank you ily bye

A/N: HAHAH alright alright you asked and I delivered our glorious creation. As usual I got carried away with Kuroo and Ayame in some parts and then swooped back in with Yaku and Kame haha ily <3

SUMMARY: Kuroo is in a friends with benefits relationship with Ayame while pining for more at a party she throws for the V.League. At the same event Yaku and Kame hook up and have a one night stand. Kuroo and Ayame happen to catch them sneaking into a guest room and Kuroo is determined to catch Yaku's walk of shame as pay back for all the years of teasing his situation. (Ayame is my OC and Kame is @loveskitkats OC)

TAGS: pining, friends with benefits (Kuroo), blowjobs (Kuroo), Making out, Kissing, smut, teasing, banter, fluff, Kuroo uses babe once, flirting, kind of peeping for a hot minute but not in a sexual way, begging, Kuroo being a simp, Bokutos strong drinks, drinking

WC: 4734

CHARACTERS: Kuroo Tetsurou/OC Ayame Saikawa, Yaku Morisuke/OC Kame, Bokuto Koutarou

It’s the last V.League game of the season. Since it’s in Tokyo Ayame naturally decides to throw one of her house parties. It makes it easier for those out of town to have a place to crash and keeps the players out of the public eye. Everyones free to do what they want without too many repercussions.

Ayame likes to joke with Kuroo that being friends with benefits with her seems to have a lot more benefits for him in the workplace than in the bedroom. He would argue that being with Ayame is nothing but beneficial. The only cons are the feelings he has to constantly keep in check.

Those pesky feelings he pretends not to have every time someone asks why they aren’t dating. The feelings that threaten to spill over every time he watches the V.League players he invited here carelessly flirt with her. 

Yeah those feelings. 

The ones he’s trying to swallow right now.

Kuroo curses his younger self for not fessing up sooner. He had plenty of opportunities during their on again and off again non-relationship. But he always chickens out. Scared of losing everything. So instead he clutches onto whatever they have now in the hopes it will work itself out. 

Even now, as he watches Ayame from the living room, with the party in full swing, he wonders how easily he could walk over there. How he’d push Bokuto’s stupid face out of the way and tell her everything. How he didn’t want to hover over her the whole party for her sake. That it just invites those kinds of questions. And sure she can handle it better than him but he doesn’t want to put that on her. She’s been too good for him. 

‘Whatcha drinking?’ Yaku says, slapping him on the shoulder.

‘Hmm.’ Kuroo is pulled from his daze as he turns to him. ‘What?’ 

‘I asked what you’re drinking, dumbass.’ 

‘Oh, just beer.’ He opens his hand a little to show the brand. 

Yaku raises his brow and nods. ‘Sure you haven’t had too much or…’ He follows where Kuroo’s eye-line was before. ‘You just pining over the girl you’ve had a heart eyes for since highschool?’ 

‘Shut up.’ Kuroo says, kicking his leg. ‘I was just thinking about getting a top up.’ 

‘Oh is that what the kids are calling it these days? She gets on top and does all the work while you–’ 

‘Oi, would you shut up?’ Kuroo goes to kick him again but Yaku dodges and retaliates by kicking him in the shin. 

‘Would you stop kicking me?’ He sighs. 

‘I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine.’ 

‘Wouldn’t be so salty if you didn’t deserve it, tch.’ Yaku takes a sip from his cup. ‘Seriously though, just tell her you love her already, sheesh.’ 

‘Who does Kuroo love?’ Comes a sing-song voice. 

‘Kame just in time!’ Yaku smirks, gesturing for her to come from the doorway. 

‘Oh, fun is this about Ayame?’ 

Yaku snorts. ‘Could it be about anyone else?’ 

‘Mm, Kenma?’ 

‘Nah, that’s old news, a passing crush.’

‘Excuse me!’ Kuroo interjects. ‘I am here you know? While you two graciously analyse my life.’ 

‘We know!’ Kame smirks, patting his head. ‘It’s fun too.’ 

‘Yeah, I’ve actually missed this.’ Yaku says more to the room than them. 

Kuroo watches as he swirls his cup in his hands. He and Kame swap a glance and he shrugs. 

‘Well, then I have an idea,’ Kame begins pushing Kuroo forward. ‘Why doesn’t Kuroo go over there and show us just how NOT in love he is while Yaku tells me all about Russia.’ 

‘Oh, now there’s an idea.’ Yaku agrees, giving Kuroo a whack on the back, shoving him even further forward. ‘How about you accompany me to the bar set up over here and get a drink with me?’ 

‘Why thank you, sir.’

Kuroo looks back at them with a glare, watching Yaku lead Kame by the hand to the bar. He wants to yell something at them but he knows it will be met with something at his expense back. They have too much on him. Both of them. 

Kame is Ayame’s twin and blood or not, that girl knows how to torture him should he ask for it. That’s not something he’s willing to test. 

With a sigh Kuroo heads for the kitchen seeking out the presence he craves the most. 

Coming up behind Ayame he wraps his arms around her core and plants his face on her shoulder. Rumours be damned he wants this right now. She’s cool and soothing and he wants to touch her. 

‘Now, which tall man would dare hold me from behind in my own kitchen?’ Ayame muses leaning back into his touch. 

‘Your sister is bullying me.’ Kuroo says, turning to bury his face in the safety of her neck. ‘Yaku too.’ He whispers against her smooth skin. 

Yeah this is nice. 

‘Ah, Kuroo of course.’ She chuckles and he can feel the vibrations run into his body. ‘What did you do?’ She asks, turning her head towards his, cheek purposefully brushing against his face. 

God he wants to press closer.

‘Hey! Who says I did anything?’ He squeezes her closer, prompting her to run her hands over his, their fingers interlocking. ‘I was over there minding my own business, thank you very much.’

‘Mmm, a likely story.’ Her lips move against his cheek with each word. ‘Do you need me to go over there and teach them a lesson?’ 

‘Yes, please protect me with your fearsome presence.’ 

Kuroo turns a little, ghosting his lips over her neck as they sit on his words for a second. 

The two of them are snickering a second later as the words sink in. 

‘You’re a loser.’ Ayame says, turning fully in his arms. 

‘Oh, yeah?’ Kuroo replies, pulling her in by the waist. ‘What does that make you?’ 

She hums thinking about it. ‘Someone who sometimes sleeps with a loser?’ 

Kuroo lets out a dramatic gasp. ‘You wound me!’ His grip on her tightens as he leans back feigning hurt. ‘I can’t believe you are so mean!’ There’s still a wide smirk on his face despite his dramatics. 

Ayame’s laughing, her hands coming to his chest as they stumble around the kitchen a little. Neither of them care about their surroundings. The party guests long forgotten. Most are too drunk or distracted to care anyway. 

‘Aw, I’m sorry.’ Ayame says, cupping Kuroo’s face, still letting bursts of laughter slip through. ‘Want me to make it up to you?’ 

His brows raise at that. Now this is an interesting proposition. 

‘Oh? How are you going to make up for such a painful slight?’ 

‘Want to go upstairs and I’ll blow you?’ She says seriously with the addition of a sultry brow wiggle. 

Now Kuroo thinks he has died and gone to heaven. He almost considers shoving his fist in his mouth to suppress the groan that wants to creep out. She is going to be the death of him. 

Fuck, he loves her. 

‘Yep.’ He says as casually as possible, noticing his voice has gone a little high. ‘I think that’s, yep, let’s do that.’ 

‘Easy there.’ Ayame strokes his cheeks a little, an effort surely meant to calm him down but all he can think about now is her touch. How he wants more. 

She seems to notice too. 

Ayame smirks and takes him by the hand and makes a break for the stairs. It’s when they’re halfway up, hearing the way their footfalls echo in their foyer that Kuroo is thoroughly aware of how hot his cheeks are burning. How hot his body is. It just seems to burn for her. 

The anticipation is killing him. He needs her now. 

The second they’re up the top of the stairs he’s pulling Ayame to him, taking her into a deep kiss. She kisses him back immediately, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. He almost stumbles when they reach the door of her room. 

‘Easy.’ She says, breaking the kiss. ‘I’ve got this, don't worry.’ 

There’s that reassuring smile across those perfect lips. Kuroo can’t take his eyes off them as he follows her into the room in a daze. He’s already on cloud nine and they’ve barely kissed. 

God, he’s probably a little hard already but he’s so tingly and worked up he can’t bear to look down. 

‘Wanna go sit on the bed?’ Ayame says shutting the door behind them.

He’s been in this room a thousand times before. The fact he knows his way around gives him both pride but also a craving for something more. He wants them to be something more. Right now though they need to take care of something else. That’s what they came here for after all. 

Kuroo wanders over to the edge of the bed and sits down. From there he watches Ayame take her shirt off so she stands there in her bra, which is one of her more fancy ones; black and lacey. He tickles himself with the idea that perhaps she wore it for him. 

She isn’t sleeping with anyone else, right?

Then reminding himself who Ayame is, perhaps it’s simply for herself. 

Kuroo feels a bit foolish trying to monumentalise himself in her life but he can’t help it. She’s so important to him that he just can’t help but crave for it to be the same way in reverse. God, please let it be so. 

‘Hey.’ Ayame taps his leg from below. ‘You good there, or you overthinking your life away?’ 

It’s only now Kuroo realises that she is already on her knees in front of him. That she has seen right through him, down to the overthinking mess that is his mind. Man, he loves her. Why can’t she just know that and make it all okay? 

‘I’m good.’ He says, forcing a smile. ‘Want a kiss first, though, if that’s okay?’ 

‘Of course.’ 

Ayame reaches up and pulls him down into a long drawn out kiss. When she goes to pull away Kuroo gently clasps the back of her head and pulls her back in. His mouth opens with purpose against her’s. Tongue slipping in and running in a smooth, drawn out rhythm. He knows he’s getting emotional. He can’t stop it. 

Finally, Kuroo breaks the kiss and lets her go. 

‘Okay,’ he says, voice hoarse, ‘I’m good.’ 

Ayame nods, a little dazed as she comes back down. 

Then her hands are on his thighs, slowly sliding their way up as Kuroo releases a shaky exhale. She slides one hand over his bulge—shit, he was already a little hard and sensitive too—and she rubs him in hard drawn out motions. 

Fuck—she knows just how he likes it. 

Kuroo lets out soft whines as he leans back a little. He could happily stay up there and forget about the party. He’s already forgetting. 

Ayame moves to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Kuroo raises his hips a little as she shimmies them down, leaving his briefs up for now. Ah, so it’s going to be a bit of teasing first. He can work with that if he needs—

‘Ah— shiiit.’ Kuroo hunches forward. 

Once again, Ayame’s palm pushes down hard against his shaft through the fabric of his briefs creating a maddening friction. He’s feeling extra sensitive from the build of anticipation. His head is already spinning. God, he’s not sure how long he is going to last at this rate. He doesn’t want to say that though because then she might edge him more and he really wants to cum. 

‘Yeahhhh–’ Kuroo urges, feeling Ayame’s ministrations lighten and quicken against the fabric of his briefs. ‘That’s mm, good.’

Ayame continues that lighter pressure, grazing her fingers over the head of his cock and gathering the fabric there over where the pre-cum seems to be building. It causes Kuroo to shudder. Between her hand and the fabric it’s tantalising. 

‘Look at you falling apart and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.’ Ayame says, pushing her hand down hard against his cock. 

Kuroo groans. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ He squeezes his eyes closed suppressing a shudder. 

‘What’s wrong, you want me to stop?’ 

Ayame softens the pressure and speed. 

Kuroo furiously shakes his head. ‘Don’t stop.’ 

‘You want me to use my mouth though, right?’ Ayame gives him a hard squeeze for emphasis. 

‘Fuuuck.’ Kuroo quickly sits up, breathing heavily. ‘Ayame.’ He chastises, pouting. ‘Stop being a tease and blow me like you said you would.’ 

She smiles wide, like she’s having the time of her life. 

‘You want me to beg? I’ll beg, I don’t care.’ Kuroo grips the blankets hard. ‘Please suck my dick, I’m begging you to stop drawing it out, I’m going crazy.’ 

Ayame lets go of him altogether. 

‘Well, since you asked so nicely.’ She stands up and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. ‘I guess I’ll have to now, won’t I?’ 

Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief, watching her return to her knees and help him slide his briefs down out of the way. 

The cool air on his cock is a welcome sensation compared to the teasing beneath the confines of his briefs. Although he normally would let her do what she wished for hours, something about tonight is different. He’s got this new found sense of desperation. He needs to feel her. It’s like he’ll combust if he doesn’t. 

Ayame’s taking him into her mouth before he can think another thought. He gasps falling back onto his arms. The wet heat of her mouth is all consuming. It’s too good and he almost cums right then and there as she takes all of him. He has to reach one hand out and into her hair to ground himself. To keep from going over the edge. 

She hums as she pulls back, the vibrations running over his cock. It’s maddening. She’s licking a broad stroke up beneath his shaft all the way to the head. Kuroo squeezes his eyes closed as she works the head. It’s all too much as she takes him in again. 

Yeah he’s definitely not going to last. 

Between his feelings and the fact Ayame gives the best head ever, he’s a goner. 

Kuroo lets himself give in to the moment. He lets go of her hair and collapses back against the bed. He can’t even think straight. His whole body is on fire, tingling as the heat builds inside, threatening to push him over the edge each time she takes him in full. 

‘S-so good babe, so good.’ He’s a babbling mess and can’t stop the words spilling out of him. ‘Don’t stop. F-fuck. You’re so good. You’re s-so hot, mmm feel so good. Mmm, Ayame.’

He’s cumming hard. Fisting the sheets in an attempt to ground himself. It’s absolute bliss in this moment as he forgets that they are only friends with benefits and nothing more. He’s wrapped up in the fact he’s just had the best blowjob and he got it from the woman he loves. 

Ayame rides him through it. Swallowing all of his cum and cleans him up. That sight alone, as she pushes her hair out the way and pops off his cock, could make Kuroo cum all over again. 

‘Come here.’ He says, voice hoarse as he reaches out a hand to her. 

She takes it. Kuroo drags her on top of him, pulling her into a hot, messy kiss. He doesn’t care that he just came in her mouth. He doesn’t care that they still haven’t talked about furthering their relationship. He just wants her. 

‘You wanna fuck?’ Ayame asks, hands running down his chest.

Kuroo nods, pulling her against him. 

‘So yeah, it’s pretty interesting there but putting up with Lev is a whole other story.’ Yaku says, placing his drink on the counter. ‘But you know volleyball stuff is the same old. I’m sure the same could be said for half the people in this place.’ He gestures around the party. 

Kame chuckles. ‘You mean volleyball players actually pursue volleyball in their lives, who’d have thunk?’ She twirls her empty cup between her fingers. 

Yaku smiles. ‘You know what I’m saying. I just mean I’m sure you don’t want to just talk about that all night. I know I don’t.’ 

‘Oh, you didn’t hear? I live and breathe volleyball now.’ 

‘Really?’ 

‘No.’ She shakes her head with a snort. ‘I’m still a swimmer at heart, sorry. Doesn’t mean I don’t like it though.’ 

‘Oh, of course, how else would you have been able to survive here all these years?’ Yaku playfully nudges her shoulder. 

‘Exactly!’ Kame nudges him back. ‘But it is a little bit of an exchange. I listen to the volleyball rants, they listen to me coo about turtles and swimming things. Win-win, really.’ 

‘I can think of worse things to listen to.’ There’s a pause as he frowns, like he’s thinking over something. ‘Hey, speaking of swimming, you still compete right?’ 

‘Yup, you’re looking at an olympic competitor, my friend.’ She gives him a finger gun gesture that turns into her poking his shoulder. 

‘Right! Duh.’ He smacks his head. ‘I knew that. In a: I totally don’t stalk and keep track of you sort of way.’ 

That makes Kame laugh hard. 

‘Of course, of course.’ She smiles against the palm of her hand. ‘Same here but I totally do stalk you.’ She winks at him. 

There’s a pregnant pause.

‘Okay, I know you’re joking but it doesn’t help that your nickname has wildcard in it!’ Yaku brings his hand to his chest. ‘You always have me going!’ 

Kame chuckles. ‘That’s the idea.’ She leans in close. ‘You never know when I’m going to strike.’ 

‘God, I thought Ayame was something.’ Yaku smiles, shaking his head. 

At her mention, Yaku automatically looks to the kitchen, finding Ayame is no longer there and there’s no sign of Kuroo either. 

‘Speaking of your sister, where is she?’ Yaku asks. 

‘Hm?’ Kame turns back to the kitchen too. ‘Huh, guess they’re off not being in love somewhere.’ She turns back with a smirk. 

‘They went upstairs.’ Bokuto says placing a martini shaker in front of them with a warm smile. ‘I saw them head up there a while ago holding hands.’ 

‘Pfft.’ Yaku can’t contain himself. ‘I guess Kuroo can’t even act like he’s not in love when there’s a party going on.’

‘I knew there was still something going on between them.’ Bokuto says, picking up the martini shaker and shaking it with two hands. 

‘Aw you know too?’ Kame asks, leaning against the bar. 

‘Of course, they’ve been hooking up since university when Kuroo lived with me, remember?’ Bokuto gestures the shaker toward them. ‘Drink?’ 

‘Oh, yes please!’

Yaku just nods. ‘It seems everyone on the planet knows Kuroo loves her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew too. He should just fess up like I said.’ 

‘Mmm would you?’ Kame asks, pulling away from sipping her drink. 

‘What just because it’s Ayame?’ Yaku asks, taking his drink from Bokuto. 

‘She’s scary hot but nice so I don’t see what the big deal is.’ 

‘Pfft it’s not that it's the history they have too.’ 

Yaku thinks about it and takes a sip from his drink. ‘Well, maybe if we all have some liquid courage, who knows what the night will bring?’ 

‘Why not.’ Kame agrees, cheersing her drink with his. 

Kuroo and Ayame lie there, limbs wrapped around each other entirely fucked out. Their bodies are sweaty and panting. 

Ayame presses a kiss to Kuroo’s chest. 

He doesn’t have the energy to reciprocate so he runs his fingers down her back, lightly tracing patterns. Her skin is so smooth and addicting. Truthfully he wants to go a few more rounds. He’s not sure he has the energy though. 

There’s the familiar clunk of footfalls coming up the stairs. They seem heavier than usual. Like they’re hurried and uneven. Then there’s more heavy thuds. And a loud almost clutter against the wall. 

‘What the hell is going on out there?’ Ayame asks, moving to sit up. 

‘Noooo.’ Kuroo protests, reaching out to her. ‘Come back!’ 

She’s already standing with the sheet wrapped around her. 

‘Pfft, I’ve got to make sure no one is dying or destroying my house, hang on.’ She starts to move away. 

‘No, don’t go please!’ Kuroo sits up. ‘Let them do it. I’ll pay for the damage.’ 

She snorts. ‘Don’t be a baby and come with me if you want.’ 

Kuroo huffs and climbs out of bed spinning around in search of his briefs. When he finds them he remembers the pre-cum conundrum and throws them off to the side. He quickly hurries over to the draw he happens to keep spare clothes in. Totally just a friend with benefits thing to do, have clothes there. 

‘Hurry up!’ Ayame whispers by the door. 

Kuroo quickly scrambles to get his briefs on, tripping onto the bed in the process. 

‘Fucking, shit, fuck.’ He says, scrambling back up. ‘I’m coming.’ 

He meets her by the door which she steadily cracks open. 

‘Oh shit.’ She says covering her smiling face with her hand. 

‘What?’ He asks, pushing over her to peer through. ‘Oh shit!’ 

He sees it immediately. 

Yaku and Kame are making out against the guest room door. And quite enthusiastically too. 

Kame is against the door, her leg wrapped around Yaku’s core, sliding it up and down in an attempt to bring him closer. Yaku is pushing against her, one hand flat against the wall to steady them. The other is both holding and kneading her thigh, occasionally moving it up to cup her ass. And their kissing is intense, each pushing like their lives depended on it with such passion and intensity. 

‘Well, well I never thought those two were going to give us a show.’ Ayame whispers up to Kuroo. 

‘You know if this was the other way around they’d never let us live this down.’ Kuroo says, snorting as he watches Yaku kiss down Kame’s neck. 

‘You? Definitely not.’ Ayame bites back a laugh. ‘I think he just grabbed her boob. Who knew Yaku was a tits guy?’ 

I did. Kuroo thinks. Remembering the times Yaku had made that clear with his crush on Ayame back in highschool. Luckily he has moved well beyond that. Well, right onto her sister it seems. 

‘I am not letting them get away with this.’ Kuroo decides. 

‘Oh? So are you just going to march right on out there and tell them you see them?’ 

‘What? No, I’m not that kind of guy, gosh.’ 

‘Then what?’ 

‘I’ll just wait here until Yaku comes out of the guest room in the morning.’ He gestures to the door. ‘I’m assuming that’s their destination and you can’t get downstairs without passing this room so guess who will be waiting for him.’ Kuroo smiles very smugly. 

‘God, Kuroo. You can’t just let them have their fun?’ 

‘No way they always tease me!’ 

‘About what?’ 

‘About…’ Oh shit he is really caught out here. About us obviously but he can’t really broach that subject yet. ‘Just…about everything, okay.’ He finally says with a pout.

‘Alright, whatever you want to do.’ Ayame relents, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. ‘It’s probably time to stop peeping and go to bed for now though.’ 

‘Right.’ 

Kuroo turns to join Ayame, entirely caught off guard by the sweet gesture. 

Kame’s arms wrap around Yaku pulling him closer. His cologne fills her senses as her hands slide up into his hair giving it a little tug. It makes him moan into the kiss. She’s sure he’s hard but she doesn’t want to move yet. The wall is keeping her upright. Her legs are a little shaky. 

‘God.’ Yaku says, kissing down her neck and across her chest. ‘You’re so hot.’ 

‘Yeah.’ She says, pulling him back by the hair and looking him in the eye. ‘I know.’ 

He smirks and kisses her again, playfully nipping at her lips while groping her ass at the same time. 

Then she’s pushing him away. ‘Hang on.’ Her eyes scan the hall. ‘I know it’s here somewhe—there!’ She shuffles away to the hall table where a bowl sits and grabs it before returning to a panting, dishevelled Yaku. 

‘What’s that?’ He asks squinting a little, like it is a puzzle he needs to solve. 

‘Three guesses what.’ She says scooping the packeted contents out of the bowl and throwing them over his head, letting them rain over like confetti. 

Yaku looks down to see them clear as day. Condom and lube packets of various kinds laid out at his feet. He can’t contain his laughter at 1. Ayame has this in her house for guests and 2. Kame just knows exactly where they are. He can’t complain though. Safe sex is what he needs right now. 

Yaku takes a handful of the supplies in his hand and mimics Kame’s motion, throwing them over their heads. 

A wide smile crosses her lips. 

‘Condoms!’ She exclaims, twirling around in the rain down. ‘Woo!’ 

Yaku can’t even begin to describe the bizarre nature of this moment but he’s glad he’s there with Kame. Right now he wants her more than he’s wanted anyone in his life. And honestly, he can finally understand Kuroo a little now. He wants to keep this moment all to himself. 

‘Come on,’ he says, taking her hand, ‘let’s go in.’ 

She takes his hand and together they head into the guestroom and away from prying eyes with the condom bowl. They’re sure to leave a couple on the floor. They don’t want the other guests to go without. 

Ayame wakes up early to find Kuroo has dragged one of the arm chairs directly in front of the door and propped it open with the stopper. He’s drinking a coffee and reading the paper in said chair while looking up every now and again. It’s like he’s afraid he’s going to miss something. 

‘Morning.’ Ayame says, sitting up with narrowing eyes. 

‘Good morning.’ Kuroo says, a little too chipper. ‘Want some coffee?’ 

‘I’m good thanks.’ She reaches out to pet her cat Miso who is sleeping peacefully on the bed next to her. ‘Whatcha doing over there?’ 

‘Oh, me? Just enjoying the morning.’ 

‘I can see that. Would you perhaps be waiting for Yaku to emerge from the guest bedroom? 

‘Oh right! That!’ Kuroo fakes forgetfulness and badly. ‘They did that last night, didn't they?’ 

‘Kuroo.’ 

‘Alright! Yes, I’m waiting!’

Ayame sighs, rubbing her eyes. ‘So, no sign of either of them yet huh?’ 

‘Not a peep.’ 

‘How long have you been awake for?’ 

‘Since about 5am.’ 

‘Kuroo, what the fuck!’

‘What? I couldn’t sleep! What do you want from me?’ 

‘Nothing.’ Ayame sighs again, sliding her legs over the side of the bed and walking over to him. ‘I think I’ll have some coffee after all.’ 

 ‘Good, I brought up the milk you like.’ Kuroo starts pouring her a cup, eyes still flicking in the direction of the door. 

‘He’s not a ninja who is going to sneak past while you pour coffee.’ 

‘Right, right. Just keep an eye for me would you?’ 

‘Yeah whatever.’ She runs a hand through his hair which he pushes back into. ‘Nothing yet, commander.’ 

‘Oh commander, huh? I like that.’ 

‘Is that so, commander?’ 

‘Yeah, here’s your coffee, Ms.Subordinate.’ 

Ayame takes the coffee, eyebrows raised. ‘Mm I don’t care for that one.’ 

‘No? I’ll work on it.’ 

Then there’s a click, the sound of the door opening and Kuroo jumps to his feet rushing over to the open doorway. 

‘HA, I caught you!’ He says before even reaching the entrance. 

‘Oh, really?’ Comes a voice that is definitely not Yaku. ‘And what did you catch me doing?

Ayame snorts, recognising the voice. ‘Hey Kame.’ She walks over to the doorway. ‘Don’t mind him, he's had too much coffee and was waiting for Yaku.’ 

‘Goddamnit.’ Kuroo groans, smacking his forehead. ‘So close.’ 

‘So did you enjoy your night?’ Ayame asks, taking a quick sip of her coffee before adding, ‘Oh and I expect that bowl to be put back.’

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[writingbaddie]

Weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

🌸 1. chipotle order?

🌸 2. thoughts on veganism?

🌸 3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

🌸 4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

🌸 5. favorite form of potato?

🌸 6. do you use a watch?

🌸 7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

🌸 8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

🌸 9. do you have a skincare routine (and how

many steps is it)?

🌸 10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

🌸 11. anything from your childhood you've held on to?

🌸 12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

🌸 13. first thing you're doing in the purge?

🌸 14. do you think you're dehydrated?

🌸 15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

🌸 16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

🌸 17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

🌸 18. your boba/tea order?

🌸 19. the veggie you dislike the most?

🌸 20. favorite disney princess movie?

🌸 21. a number that weirds you out?

🌸 22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

🌸 23. do you wear jewelry?

🌸 24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

🌸 25. would you say you have good taste in music?

🌸 26. how's your spice tolerance?

🌸 27. what's your favorite or go-to outfit?

🌸 28. last meal on earth?

🌸 29. preferred pasta noodle?

🌸 30. ask me anything!

The reblog made me do this- xD, anyway, I brought you some tea (if you don't like tea then pretend it's coffee, and if you don't like coffee either then...idk. It could be juice maybe?), since I know that's gonna take a while to answer! 🌼

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Why THANK YOU for le tea. I happen to be an avid tea drinker (Black tea, 5 sugars and French vanilla creamer) Anywho, onto these asks: 1. Steak and cheese quesadilla with chips and queso blanco.

2. I think it's a nice lifestyle, but personally not for me. I'm a meat eater 100%.

3. Not many colors, but I suppose neon blue. Especially on neon signs. It's so bright but dark it assaults my eyeballs.

4. Hm...possibly ghosts and demons. Spirits in general.

5. Potato chips!

6. Yes, it's a fitness watch too! It helps track my calories, heart rate, and steps.

7. Octopi/squids! Squishy, sloshy, tentacle bois!

8. Sometimes, other times I'll flop on my bed in my work clothes.

9. I do! (Though I am shit at being consistent with it) It is 3-4 steps.

10. Apple, though I've never been on a plane that offers orange juice just yet.

11. For your sake, I'll give the lighthearted answer. I have a bunch of plushies from my childhood, including a stuffed beanie baby lamb named Lamby, who I used to say goodnight to as a kid before going to bed.

12. Not really, tbh. I do like Urea Cream. it helped my KP and ashiness.

13. Locking my house the fuck down and arming myself. Sorry it ain't as fun as raiding 7/11, but I'm a black woman. We ain't scurrying the streets with the crazies.

14. Considering how little water I unfortunately consume, along with my high-mobility job and the recent hot, sunny weather, most likely.

15. Based purely on length of time, I'll say: Drowning, Freezing, Burning.

16. I prefer other flavors, but it's one of my favorites!

17. Overapologize for everything, even things that aren't my fault (working on this in counseling)

18. Brown sugar boba milk tea (I don't regularly order boba, so I don't know if this is proper boba terminology)

19. Honestly, I'm not a veggie girl in general, but I hate zucchini. I've despised it ever since I tried it.

20. Princess and the Frog, all the fuckin' way.

21. Those super-high numbers like Googol and Googolplex. Just the magnitude of them is so interesting but existentially terrifying at the same time.

22. Considering how little I drink water, no.

23. I used to, but I'm a tad too lazy to accessorize now.

24. American, mainly because I was raised by a New Yorker and a Jamaican New Yorker.

25. Good and eclectic taste, yes.

26. For a Jamaican, not really. More than your average white Midwesterner, but not enough for my ancestors.

27. Lol, scrubs. No, like, nursing scrubs. I work in a daycare, I'm sorry. I would say my favorite outfit is this black dress with white embroidery. I call it my prairie dress because it's so pretty and modest, so I don't feel self conscious.

28. Bacon cheeseburger with fries and fried chicken on the side with red velvet cake as dessert and Sprite for my drink.

29. Fettuccine or shells.

30. Which word would you use if you could only use one for the rest of your life?

#ask game

[tearlessrain]

okay I feel like no one's actually explaining s'mores ingredients and just assuming it's universal knowledge despite the visceral proof that it isn't, so here are the components of a regular s'more:

graham cracker: while the concept and ingredients are similar to a digestive, graham crackers are thinner and sturdier and have the texture of, yknow, a cracker while still being sweet. digestives are relatively soft/crumbly/granular in comparison and won't lend as much structural integrity or quite the same flavor/texture. which is important because the graham cracker is the only thing in a s'more that has any structure. honestly I think people are overselling the squareness but if you want to evoke a s'more aesthetically, you would want to go square because nobody makes round graham crackers. they're perforated rectangular sheets that you break in half.

chocolate: so the important thing here is that you use the most cheap-ass milk chocolate you can get at the grocery store, which will pretty much always be a giant hershey bar. hershey is not good chocolate, it's kind of grainy and was specifically created back in the day to bring chocolate to the masses rather than to make a high quality chocolate and it shows, but you can buy a bunch at once and it melts and that's what matters. I'm sure there are bougie people who spring for fancy chocolate on s'mores but it's not the same. and ganache is absolutely out.

marshmallow: I'm pretty sure everyone uses either jet puffed or whatever the prevailing local grocery store brand is, they're denser than an italian meringue or even a homemade marshmallow (at least the ones I've had idk) and they're the only part of the s'more that requires any prep besides taking them out of the package. everyone's got a different strong opinion about how toasty the outside should be but it's crucial that the inside is fully melted and gooey all the way through, because the gooeyness is what transforms a marshmallow from a sad block of sweet room temperature foam to a s'more filling.

you make a s'more by breaking a graham cracker in half, putting like idk 3-4 squares of the hershey bar onto one of them (because hershey bars come pre-segmented so you just break off pieces as you need them), roasting a skewered marshmallow over open flame until it's falling off the stick (what the outside looks like is your business, I like it kind of golden brown but some people go fully burnt and if you're using a campfire what you actually get is frankly in the hands of god). gas stoves also totally work and when I was a kid we roasted marshmallows on the stove all the time, but the flame is crucial and I know this because a couple weeks ago I tried to roast a marshmallow on my glass top stove and it tasted like whatever facebook moms are thinking of when they talk about chemicals. not sure what happened there. anyway, you then hastily smash the marshmallow in between the graham cracker halves with the chocolate and the marshmallow will melt the chocolate, then you eat it while it's still warm.

the problem with what the bake off did honestly isn't so much that they got a s'more wrong, but that a s'more is a bizarre thing to have on a baking competition in the first place, let alone as a technical challenge because the whole point is that it's the least technical thing imaginable and requires almost no prep. if you want something american have them make an apple pie with some vanilla ice cream or something. chocolate chip cookies. anything that actually involves baking and ingredients.

honestly having an american-themed technical challenge at all is a losing game because a lot of stereotypically "american" recipes are specifically designed for any layman to be able to make them (there are plenty of more complex regional recipes you could use for a technical though), but I think you could have a lot of fun with like an apple pie signature challenge or something. you can get creative or add other flavors to an apple pie and fancy it up for a baking show without rendering it unrecognizable, and it's so american there's an idiom about it so honestly I'm kind of baffled they've had multiple american challenges and haven't done that yet.

[baiboop]

Sharing my Heart

Chapter 3

Adam finds himself alone in a beautiful room. Elegant wallpaper and art is meticulously placed around the confine.

The art looked to be old renaissance pieces?

Adam was no art-guy, but even he could recognize ‘The creation of Adam’ by Michelangelo. This piece has been chosen to be the largest painting in the room.

He thought about the irony in the painting chosen and his cheeks flushed slightly at the thought the angels may have picked it out special for him.

All the art work was framed with gold, made into ornate botanical patterns.

Adam paces the room for a couple minutes, taking in the expensive gaudy decorations while waiting for Zachariah.

After around (what he assumes to be) twenty minutes, he decides to sit at the table in the middle of the room.

He pulls out a chair and stops to inspect it, the chairs wood is painted gold and it has silky cushions on the seat and back of the chair- the cushions display fine detailing that looks to be hand done.

The room is nice and all but, it’s a little tacky for Adams taste.

An equally detailed table cloth sits upon the table, under its contents.

Adam lifts up the corner of the cloth to see the table underneath, it’s pure white marble. Because why wouldn’t it be?

The table is adorned with a stack of burgers and about 24 beers in a graceful, silver dish full of ice.

Adam studies them for a moment, before deciding the angels most likely would not poison him.

He reaches out for a burger and sniffs it before taking a bite. Instantly he recognizes it, it’s a burger from the diner by his house. The place where he and his mom would have lunch anytime she had a Sunday off.

Adam’s lips form a small smile. He feels bittersweet happiness from these memories.

He just really misses his mom.

He glances to the beer bottles on the table trying to place where the beers had come from.

After a moment of cerebration, he recalls the red, white and blue label of the beer.

This brand had been his first beer ever, he had it with his grandfather on a fishing trip at fourteen.

Adam decided against taking a beer. He didn’t want to be an easy target for the angels to screw over and he wanted to make sure he was fully aware, for any negotiations he might have to make with the angels to get to his mom.

Adam gladly finished his first burger, then reached out for another.

The moment the burger hit his lips, he heard wings flap and his eyes coasted to the left of him to see Zachariah sitting on the side of the table.

“I see you and your brother share the same refined palate.” Zachariah grins.

Adam takes a moment to finish chewing the large bite of burger he had in his mouth from.

“So, uh.. We ready?”

“For what?” Zachariah’s eyebrows take on a position of counterfeit worry.

“What do you mean, for what? For Micheal.”

Zachariah takes a sharp breath in, “Oh! Right. About that. Look, this is never easy but I’m afraid.. We’ve had to terminate your position at this time.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hey, don’t get me wrong, you’ve been a hell of a team player, really-“ Zachariah pauses to click his tongue and form his finger into an ‘OK’ symbol. “Good stuff. But, the thing is you’re not so much the ‘chosen one’ as you are… Well, great Winchester bait.” He says eyebrows raised, a satisfied smile on his face.

Adams previously deadpan expression turns into one of anxiety and confusion. “No. But-“

Adam takes a deep breath in to help compose himself, “What about all the stuff you said? I’m supposed to fight the devil.”

“Mmm, not so much. But hey, if it’s any consolation you do happen to be the illegitimate half brother of the guy we do care about!” Zachariah says with a derisive tone and shit eating grin that makes adam feel sick. “That not too bad is it?”

“So, you lied. About everything.” Adam says with an attitude prevalent in his tone. His straight face returning.

“We didn’t lie. We just avoided certain truths to manipulate you.”

“Oh, you son of a bitch.”

“Hey, how do you think I feel? I’m the one that’s gotta put up with that dumb, slack-jawed look on your face.”

Adam says nothing, returning Zachariah’s comment with a look of distain.

“Kid, we didn’t have a choice. The Winchesters got one blind spot, and it’s family. See Sam and Dean, they’re going to put aside their differences, and they’re gonna come get you. And that is gonna put Dean right..” He stops speaking in order to point at the ground below him, while never breaking his eye contact. “Here. Right where I need him.”

Zachariah gets up of the table throwing his hands into the air, “This is the night kid! Micheals seen it! The tumblers finally click into place, and it’s all because of you. And me. But who’s keeping score?”

Adams body tenses at the mention of Micheals name. The son of a bitch that orchestrated this. That tricked him. Resurrected him for no good reason. Only to have some balding asshole in a suit promise him his mom and life back, but none of it was even true.

He clenches his jaw, “Yeah, I’m not gonna let you do this.” He answers, standing up.

“Cool your jets. Sit down. We’re doing it together, how bout that? Plus, you still get your severance. You still get to see your mom, okay?”

“Why should I believe you?” Adam says with a dejected look on his face. He slowly sits back down and looks off to the side away from Zachariah.

“You know what? I keep hearing this.” He breaks to make a ‘talking’ motion with his hand. “But what I want to be hearing is this.” Zachariah says while closing his hand into a fist.

Adam feels a stabbing sensation in his stomach and before he can stop himself he’s coughing and gagging up blood onto the table cloth.

“That’s better.” Zachariah says nodding to himself.

——

Adam is still sitting at the table, his head down feeling sicker than he ever has in his life.

Blood slowly drips out of his mouth, the bulk of it coming out every time he coughs.

Zachariah is gone for the moment, he has been gone for about an hour or two.

Adam writhes in pain. He finally makes an attempt to get up to check for any ways out but, as soon as he’s on his feet, he’s on the ground.

Adam scoots up to a wall not wanting to attempt to stand again. Honestly, not sure if he can stand again.

He sits against the wall for another hour or maybe three, fighting the heaviness of his eye lids.

He can’t rest. He has to be ready. Ready for When Zachariah returns. He’s got to be ready to fight.

He hears the soft creak of a door, his eyes slowly sliding over to see who’s standing there. He can’t see over the table. He braces himself to stand, clutching at the wall for stability. Then he hears Deans voice.

“Adam, hey. Hey.” Dean says, worry obvious in his voice as he rushes over to adams side crouching down to the floor.

“You came for me.” Adam mutters softly.

“Yeah well, you’re family.” Dean assures, while locking his arm around Adam and guiding Adams arm around his neck. He lifts the two of them to their feet, Adam attempts to help lift but probably only lifts maybe 20 pounds of himself on his own.

“Dean, it’s a trap.”

“I figured.” Dean says starting to walk them forward and towards the exit.

Zachariah finally makes his reappearance in front of the two brothers. “Dean, please. Did you really think it would be that easy?”

“Did you?” Dean replies, cocking his head slightly.

Adam follows Deans gaze to see Sam rushing up behind Zachariah, angel blade in hand. He lifts his arm and attempts to strike Zachariah from behind.

Without any physical contact, Zach flings the angel blade out of Sams grip and throws him into a wall. Sam knocks down a few decorative stands before hitting the floor, hard.

“Sam!” Dean raises his voice, calling out to his brother for reassurance of Sam’s physical status.

“You know what I’ve learned from this experience, Dean?” Dean looks away from Sam back over to Zachariah and squeezes Adam in closer.

“Patience.” Zach finishes, putting his hand up in Adams direction.

Adam feels a sharp pain in his stomach once again. His knees completely give out and he gags on the rising blood in his throat. Dean wasn’t expecting Adams complete loss of balance and loses his grip. Adam clutches his stomach and spits the blood out on the floor.

“Adam?” He can hear Dean calling out to him.

“You let him go, you son of a bitch.” Dean commands.

The angel scoffs in return. “I mean, I thought I was downsized for sure, and for us, a firing- pretty damn literal. But I should have trusted the boss man. It’s all playing out like he said. You, me, your hemorrhaging brothers.” Zachariah clasps his hand tighter, intensifying the pain for Sam and Adam.

Dean looks frantically between his two brothers and then over to Zachariah who picks his speech back up.

“You’re finally ready, right? You see things our way. You know there’s no other choice. There’s never been a choice.”

“Stop it. Stop it right now!” Dean says, Adam can see tears glossing his eyes when Dean looks at his pained brothers.

“In exchange for what?”

“Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please.” Dean pauses, clenching and un-clenching his fists. Then looking forward at Zachariah Dean decides what to say. “I’ll do it.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Dean meets Sam’s eyes before he speaks. “Okay, yes. The answer is yes.”

“Dean!” Sam calls from his corner of the floor.

Dean ignores him and keeps his eyes on Zach, his voice breaking while he speaks, “Do you hear me? Call Micheal down, you bastard.”

“How do I know you’re not lying.” Zachariah replies while scanning the room.

“Do I look like I’m lying?”

The two exchange a wordless stare for a couple seconds, before Zachariah starts speaking in a language Adam can’t recognize or understand.

Deans eyes shift over over to Sam who he gives a soulful look.

Maybe that look is Deans apology, Adam thinks.

“He’s coming.” Zachariah whispers.

The room is slightly shaking and a faint ringing can be heard.

“Of course, I have a few conditions.” Dean says.

Zachariah turns to face him. “What?”

“A few people whose safety you have to guarantee, before I say yes.”

“Sure, fine. Make a list.”

“But most of all… Micheal can’t have me, until he disintegrates you.”

“What did you say?”

“I said. Before Micheal gets one piece of this sweet ass, he has to turn you into a piece charcoal.”

Zachariah let’s out a short high pitched laugh. “You really think Micheals gonna go for that?”

“Who’s more important to him now? You? Or me?”

Zachariah approaches Dean, aggressively grabbing hold of his jacket. “You listen to me. You are nothing but a maggot. You are scum on this earth. Do you know who I am? After I deliver you to Micheal-“

Their faces are inches from each other and Adam, even from ten feet away, can feel the malice and power Zachariah has saturated the air with.

“Expendable.” Dean says through clenched teeth.

Zach chuckles again. “Micheal’s not gonna kill me.”

“Maybe not.” Dean validates. A blade sliding down from his sleeve into his hand.

“But I am.”

In a swift move Dean has the blade through the bottom of Zachariah’s jaw.

White hot light fills the room and Adam is blinded. He hears Dean hit the floor, and a loud sound, like somethings combusting, before Zachariah’s body follows suit- hitting the floor.

The light is extinguished, and Adam re-opens his eyes. His vision is spotty and eyes are still adjusting to the dimer lighting of the room.

He sees Zachariah’s body, large wings burnt into the ground and wall of the room around him. Adam mouths a soft ‘What the fuck..’ before returning his attention to the scene around him.

The ringing increases in volume every couple seconds and the room is shaking with more force now. He looks to his side to catch Deans gaze with a pleading expression. Dean stands up using the ground to help him and comes to Adams side. He already has a hand on Adams arm ushering him upwards before he asks, “Can you walk?”

“Yeah.” Adam replies using Deans arm to help him to his feet.

The room is re-lighting with a different celestial glow now.

Adam stands up staring at the ceilings brilliant light, while Dean helps Sam up. The plangent ringings volume increases once more. He swears he can hear a voice in the ringing, a whisper, something calling to him.

He can feel Micheal.

He can feel his essence filling the room, it’s strong and serene.

Adam closes his eyes for a moment, soaking in the feeling of tranquility that surrounds him. When he re-opens his eyes and snaps out of it, Dean and Sam are already half way to the door before he starts moving.

“Come on! Hurry!” He hears Deans frantic yell.

Adam moves as quickly as he can to the door, he’s right behind Sam and Dean as they step out. However the second their feet leave the door-way the door is slammed shut.

“No!” Adam yells, anxiety thick in his tone, his previous peaceful feeling shattered.

“Dean! Help!”

“Dean! Help, please!”

“Hold on! I’ll get you out!” He hears Deans muffled voice behind the door.

“Just hold on! Adam!”

Deans voice fades into nothing as the surge of essence and light consumes him wholly.

Adam is not scared.

He is okay.

He feels calm and protected as he looks on into the sea of luminescence.

Immediately upon the archangels descent Adam’s previous ailments had healed and cleared. He felt better than normal. He felt really good.

He could hear Micheals voice. His true voice.

It’s commanding and gives solace to Adams nerves.

“Adam Milligan.” The voice says. Adam clutches at his ears, it’s very loud.

“Adam Milligan.” The voice repeats. “I am The archangel Michael. You are to be my sword.”

Adam pauses holding his breath and looking to the side. “I know who you are and I’m not Dean y’know.” He almost delivers with an attitude but switched to speaking as politely as humanly possible.

“Yes, of that I am well aware. You need not remind me.”

“Oh.. Well I’m sorry, it uh.. It didn’t work out with Dean.” Adam says trembling slightly, not sure what the wrath of a displeased archangel would be like. (And not wanting to find out.)

“Be not afraid.” Micheal commands, sensing the humans trembling and fear. “I will not hurt you, Adam Milligan. You will be my sword, in Deans stead.”

Adam pauses, taking a step back into the wall. “No. I won’t. You… You guys are liars and-“

“I have never lied to you, Adam Milligan. I will never lie to you. Dean has punished Zachariah completely for his sins. I can promise you, not another lie shall ever pass your ears.”

Adam says nothing to this, feeling unsure of how to address someone like Micheal.

“I can protect you, Adam Milligan. I will keep you safe. After you have fulfilled your purpose I will deliver your mother unto you. If I am allowed in, I can promise you a life of happiness to come after the swift consummation of your duties.”

Adam felt Micheal’s celestial warmth seeping through the words he spoke. The essence subdued any of Adams negative emotions.

He felt light and almost intoxicated by the commanding force that was the Viceroy of heaven. Adam blinked his eyes, hard, trying to internally fight himself off of the path he was leaning towards.

‘I cant do this, I shouldn’t do this.’ Adam repeated to himself mentally.

His right hand tugged at the left sleeve on his jacket.

‘I should do this. Someone has to stop the devil. Right? Someone has to be with Micheal‘ He thought countering his own argument.

“Adam Milligan. Please speak your choice to me. I need your consent.”

Fuck. He believed Micheal. Micheal will protect him. He will see his mom.

His emotions felt numbed. The air around Adam was contaminated with the archangels power. Adam felt willing and pliable. His brain felt like static. He’s surrounded by the most magnificent heat. And finally without a second thought he’s decided.

“Yes.”

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