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honeyedmiller · 7 months

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Mask | Joel Miller

pairing: joel miller x f!neighbor!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, partying, mutual pining, neighbor!reader, no outbreak, Joel’s anxious for a tiny bit, reader has a slight mask kink, porn with a plot lol. 18+, minors dni.

word count: 5.6k

synopsis: Joel throws his annual Halloween party and you’re both determined to settle your aching need for each other.

simply in honor of kinktober & inspired by @nostalxgic’s joel x ghostface edit

not revised, per usual (what’s new tbh) sorry for any mistakes.

divider by @ saradika 🖤

“So I’ll see you this weekend then, right darlin’?” Joel Miller, a.k.a. the neighborhood dilf, asks you. You were going for a run when he stopped you right in front of the sidewalk of his house, inviting you to his annual Halloween party he throws every year.

You absolutely loved Halloween, so you couldn’t pass up his offer.

“Of course you will. Can’t wait.” You toss him a smile, and he nods before you’re on your way back to your house, which was only two doors down from his.

It was Monday, so you had to figure out what you were going to be for the party this weekend. You wanted to be something that would catch the older Miller brother’s eye. You’ve been trying for a while now to express your interest in him, and either he’s just very oblivious, or he just doesn’t want you.

You’re hoping it’s moreso not the latter.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel’s younger brother Tommy had pointed it out to him several times. Joel always thought you were so beautiful. He was just apprehensive about asking you out, mainly because he hadn’t been out in the dating scene for awhile. He was rusty when it came to impressing women.

Little did he know, all the neighborhood women would gawk over him every time he even stepped outside of his house.

Joel’s daughter, Sarah, hated the way these women talked about her dad. It was weird to her that these married women would talk about someone other than their husbands in such a vulgar manner.

Funnily enough, you were the only single woman in this neighborhood. The only one with no kids and no husband.

Sarah’s taken a liking to you, as you’ve watched after her a few times Joel and Tommy would be home late from work. You were close to her dad’s age, beautiful, smart, and most definitely Joel’s type.

There was always this weird tension between you and Joel. It wasn’t awkward. It was moreso full of desire and neediness for the other, but again, Joel just didn’t know how to go about expressing that he wants you in such a way.

You ended up settling on letting him take the reigns, because if he wanted to ask you out then he’d have full control.

The week went by, and you finally decided on what you were going to be: an angel. A little cliché, you must admit, but you already had most of the costume in your wardrobe. You just needed wings and a halo, which you picked up from the Halloween shop earlier in the afternoon. The party started at eight, so it gave you a couple of hours to get ready.

You started off with your hair, giving it a dream-like appearance before diving into your makeup. You were going for a bombshell look to give a mixed element of sultry and sweet.

Once you were sure Joel would at least do a double take on you, you slipped on the parts of your costume one by one. You went for a white lace corset top with a short white skirt, angel wings, the halo, and a pair of silver sparkly strappy heels.

You dusted diamond bomb body glitter across your collar bones and gave yourself one last look in the mirror. Your pink lipstick gave you the perfect innocent pout you were going for while your eyeshadow and lashes accentuated the color and shape of your eyes.

You grab your little clutch and tossed your phone, lipstick, lash glue and keys inside before grabbing the six pack of beer you bought and locking up, heading two houses down. The music was already blaring and the laughter and chatter of people from all over the neighborhood was prevalent as it echoed through the chilly night.

You stopped on the Miller’s porch, wondering if they’d even hear if you rang the doorbell. You thought it’d be rude if you just let yourself in. You decided to ring the doorbell anyway, and not even a minute later, Tommy opened the door.

“Hey you! You look real pretty.” He grinned, and you smiled politely.

“Thanks Tommy, so do you.” You joke, admiring the Greek God costume he was sporting. That costume choice was very fitting for Tommy Miller’s ego.

“Thanks sweets,” He chuckled, eyeing the six pack in your hand. “Let me take that, and c’mon in.” He nods his head toward the loud house, and you stepped in as he followed suit.

It was nice seeing all of your neighbors so dressed up and having a fun time. It was a side you rarely got to see from any of them.

“Drinks are in the kitchen and there’s a variety of food and snacks in there as well if you’re hungry.” Tommy shouts over the thumping music, and you nod.

“Thanks Tommy.”

You headed to the kitchen to mix yourself a drink, nerves easily seeping in as you weren’t the best in social situations. Your anxiety often got the best of you, and some liquid courage would definitely help your case.

You were pouring yourself some Malibu rum mixed with cranberry juice when a voice called from behind.

“Well I’ll be damned, you sure do look good darlin’.” That Southern drawl that had your core aching constantly rung through your ears, and you bit your lip to try and fight off a smile.

You turned on your heel to face the older Miller brother, adorned in a black long sleeve, black jeans, black boots, and black leather gloves. He held a ghostface mask in his hand, and your eyes trailed back up to his gaze before giving him a more seemingly collected smile.

“Hey Joel,” You say, taking a sip from your drink. “Nice costume.” You smirk, eyes averting back down to the mask in his hand.

“Sarah forced me to actually dress up. Said I couldn’t be a lumberjack again this year.” He chuckled, and you smiled and shook your head. Sounded exactly like something she’d do.

“Where’s your, uh, dress?” You tease, noticing he wasn’t wearing the exact full getup.

“Got too damn hot so I took it off.”

“Mm. Well, you look real good, Joel.” You toss a sweet smile his way, sipping on your fruity drink in the infamous red solo cup.

Even in the fairly dim-lit kitchen, you could see the sprinkle of pink dust his cheeks.

“Thanks, darlin’.”

“‘M sure all the moms of the neighborhood are drooling just looking at ya.” You tease, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

“Even if they are, I only got my sights set on one person.” He shrugs, taking a step closer to you. Your breath catches in your throat and you back up against the counter as he stands right in front of you, so close that you can feel his breath fanning your face.

He reached behind you on the counter, eyes never leaving yours. He smirked slightly at your reaction to the proximity between you two as he grabbed the bottle opener that was laying on the counter, retracting his hand.

“C’mon, let’s go enjoy the party.” He smiles softly at you, holding out his leather-bound hand. You take his hand as he leads you out of the kitchen, weaving between the neighbors. You stop here and there to greet them before you eventually make your way to the living room.

You see people playing beer pong in the backyard, chatting with other neighbors, and playing cornhole. Early 2000’s throwbacks were bumping over the speakers, and you assumed Tommy was in charge of being DJ for the night.

Joel sat down on the leather couch, patting the spot next to him. You sat down, wiggling your hips so your legs could get comfortable against the somewhat sticky leather. Joel draped his arm across the back of the couch, and Tommy made his way up to his brother so he could take the bottle opener from Joel.

The opener clinked against the top of the bottle, a release of pressure sounding as the cap was taken off.

“Thanks Tommy.” Joel semi-shouts, leaning back into the couch even further. His arm slides down, now wrapping itself around your shoulder. Tommy raises an eyebrow at his brother.

“Finally manned up and got the balls to ask her out?” Tommy’s words are a bit slurred now, and you can tell he’s teetering from being heavily buzzed to completely drunk.

“Tommy, don’t you have some other people to patronize?” Joel rolls his eyes, grip tightening on your shoulder.

Even the slightest touch from Joel sent an electric shock down your spine and into your core, which was already aching and throbbing with pure need and desire.

Tommy holds his hands up in surrender, chuckling.

“I’ll leave ya alone, but for the love of god, just do it already.”

Joel gives the younger brother a warning glare, pointing the neck of his beer at him, then to the back sliding door.

“Out.” Joel grits, and Tommy’s sporting a shit-eating grin as he walks away from you two.

“So what was that about?” You lean into Joel so he can hear you better. The look on your face conveys pure amusement.

Joel knew he couldn’t beat around the bush with this one, so he simply confessed. “Been wantin’ to ask you out on a date for awhile now.” His lips form into a thin line after he takes a nervous swig of his beer.

You raise an eyebrow at him, feeling rather bold yourself so you place a hand on his lower left thigh as you lean in even closer.

“Yeah? And when were you going to? I’ve been waiting.” You grin, eyes averting down to his lips before moving back up to his gaze. The action doesn’t go unnoticed, and it finally feels like he’s able to grasp something that had been slipping out of his hands for months.

“I was plannin’ on it, but I kept puttin’ it off cus I didn’t think you felt the same way.” He shrugs, taking another sip of the half-full bottle of beer that was now balanced on his lap.

That was half the truth.

The other half was him just simply being petrified, anxiety taking over his whole being at the thought of going on an actual enjoyable date after, god, fourteen years? Nonetheless with a brilliant, gorgeous woman like yourself?

He’d been so accustomed to taking care of Sarah (hell, Tommy too), making sure she was always his first priority. Sure, he’s had hookups here and there down the line, but none of them ever meant anything at all. It was always just a rendezvous in passing. Never anything serious.

But, when he first laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted a real connection. He wanted something real with you, a relationship of his own that he could be proud of as you two built from the foundation up together.

“Joel.” You whisper, eyes darting back and forth between his. The once beautiful dark brown eyes seemed to turn black with lust, but remained soft as they scanned your features.

“Darlin’ I think it’s about time we do somethin’ about… this.” He gestures between you both, and a saccharine smile curls onto your lips.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

His eyes flitted to your lips this time, and the tension was insanely hot and heavy. You could barely even hear the thumping music anymore as your heart nearly leaped out of your chest from how hard it was pounding.

You two just stared at each other, quite literally enthralled with one another. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but in front of all these neighbors? They were good people, but were nosey as hell. Loved to gossip.

You didn’t need them in your business and you’re sure as hell Joel didn’t want them in his either.

You opened your mouth to say something, but were cut short by Tommy yelling into the living room.

“Shots in the kitchen everybody, c’mon!” He pointed at the two of you, and you laughed at his utter display of just not giving a fuck.

You tap Joel’s thigh with your hand. “C’mon cowboy, let’s go appease your brother before he calls us both out for not joining him.”

You stand up from the couch slowly, well aware of the fact that the back of your thighs were sticking to the leather at this point. You held your hand out to Joel once you were up, and he gladly took it. You both maneuvered your way into the kitchen, a small crowd of your neighbors already gathered around the island in the middle.

Tommy poured tequila shots into miniature red solo cups, passing them out to each individual around him. He put the plated cut up limes on the counter and two salt shakers on each side of the plate.

You lick a spot on your free hand and grab the salt, tapping it onto your hand before grabbing a lime. Tommy waits for everyone to be settled before raising his shot glass to the crowd before him.

“To my brother Joel for agreeing to throw this party yet another year. And to, y’know, Halloween.” Tommy chuckles, and everyone cheers to Joel. You look up at Joel as you lick the salt off your hand, toss back the shot, and stick the lime in your mouth.

Something in the way you looked at him when you moved to fluidly made his cock ache. The hungry look in your eyes, and the sweet smile you offered after you took the lime out of your mouth.

“Joel!” A voice squeaked, breaking your eye contact with him. You both turn to look at your neighbor, Tiffany, who was dressed as a sexy police officer.

“Hey, Tiffany.” Joel greeted, curtly nodding at her.

“Great party. I think it’s nice you invited the whole neighborhood.” She giggled, twirling her pin-straight brunette hair around a manicured finger.

“‘S all Tommy, really.” He shrugs, looking back down at you. You watch the two of them in amusement, noticing that Tiffany was getting closer to Joel. She eventually wrapped her arm around his bicep, to which he stiffened at her touch.

“Well, it’s sooo fun. You like my costume?” She inquires, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth. She looks up at him, feigning innocence, but he’s truthfully not paying attention to her. She seems to notice that he’s more focused on you, and she rolls her eyes.

She’s always been pretty rude to you since you moved into the neighborhood, and you didn’t know why. Now you had an inkling. You could’ve sworn she was married, so a devilish smile curled onto your lips as you tilt your head to the side.

“How’s your husband, Tiffany?” You ask, and she shoots you a glare.

“Fine, thanks.” She scoffs, and Joel shakes her hand off of his bicep.

“Let’s take another shot, darlin’.” Joel suggests to you, and you grin up at him.

An idea popped into your head, and you were hoping he’d go along with it.

“Wanna do a moonlick shot with me, Miller?”

He looked down at you in shock, abruptly pausing his movements.

“Mhm.” Was all he could muster up. Most of the crowd still lingered in the kitchen, so you knew you were about to put on a show.

And, well, licking salt off of Joel’s neck seemed extremely gratifying for the both of you.

You poured another shot of tequila into your little shot glass, grabbed the lime and salt, and stood in front of Joel again.

Tiffany watched you both closely, realization suddenly dawning on her.

She thought there was no way you two would actually do a moonshot in front of all the neighbors gathered in here, but with how heavy the tension was between you and Joel, you both didn’t care at all at this point.

Your eyes scanned the room swiftly, thanking the universe that Mrs. Adler was nowhere to be found. You’d never hear the end of it from her if she saw you and Joel like this.

You wrapped a hand around the back of Joel’s neck, standing on your tippy toes as you brought your face into the crook of his neck.

The warmth of his body sent chills down your spine. He smelled like an earthly musk. It was heavenly.

He gripped your waist as you moved your lips closer to his neck, finally poking your tongue out to slowly lick up the side of his warm flesh. You leaned back down to sprinkle some salt into your hand, pressing it into the wet spot on his neck. You grabbed your like and tequila shot, holding the backside of the lime up to his mouth. He graciously bit into it, and you smirked at him as you went to move your face back into the crook of his neck.

You licked the salt off of Joel’s neck, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. His arm wrapped completely around your waist as you threw the shot back, taking the lime from his mouth with your own. You put the lime into the small shot glass before looking back up at Joel.

The fire behind his eyes was inevitable, and he finally closed the gap between you two. He enveloped his plush lips to yours, and you tossed both hands over his shoulders and let them dangle as both arms securely wrapped around your waist.

A few of the neighbors in the kitchen whistled, a “finally” thrown into the mix, and Tommy being utterly obnoxious by cheering his brother on.

Joel’s chest swelled with a bit of pride knowing he made his little brother proud.

Your lips moved in perfect sync, your core suddenly throbbing terrible as you felt your slick completely coat your panties. You moaned softly into the kiss, having barely any willpower to break apart from him.

Joel knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, especially physically in this moment. He wasn’t going to waste another opportunity to finally let himself indulge in something he’s wanted for so long.

“My room?” He asks breathlessly, and you nod. You briefly noticed that Tiffany wasn’t standing in the kitchen anymore, and you smirked to yourself in a little victory.

Joel grabbed your hand and started to lead you out of the kitchen, but Tommy stopped you both.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Tommy was completely unaware of how much of a cockblock he was being at the moment.

Joel faced his brother and pursed his lips into a thin line.

“Upstairs. Cover for me, yeah?” Joel says, and Tommy’s shit-eating grin returns.

“Oh hell yeah, big brother. Have fun.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and Joel rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He slips his ghostface mask back on to try and blend in a bit more with the crowd, both of you slipping upstairs seemingly unnoticed.

Once you were in Joel’s bedroom, he locked the door and took the mask back off, setting it on his bedside table.

Joel mentally thanked himself for making his bed this morning. The man was notorious for leaving the duvet completely crumpled.

You took in your surroundings. His room was cozy and simple, but felt like home. You smiled up at him, shimmying your wings off before hanging them on the bedpost. Joel took the halo gently off of your head.

“Reckon you definitely don’t need’ta be wearin’ this.” He chuckles, putting it to the side.

“Mm, I think you’re right.” You step forward, hands landing on his solid chest as you move them up to the sides of his neck. You can feel the vein in his neck, pulse racing under your touch.

“Listen, darlin’,” Joel starts, gently grabbing your wrists. “I haven’t done… this… in awhile. I really like you, too, and I really don’t want this to just be a one-time thing.” He confesses, and your heart melts at his words.

“I really like you too, Joel. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, either.”

“Good.” He breathes, cupping your face into his hands before smashing his lips to yours. You moan into the kiss as he leads you back toward his bed. The back of your knees hit his mattress and you sink down onto it. Joel lays you down before parting your legs with his knee, putting pressure onto your throbbing cunt.

You find yourself unintentionally grinding your hips so your core is rocking against his leg, desperate for friction by any means. Joel feels how hot and wet you are, even through the fabric of your panties and his jeans.

“Christ, doll. Y’this fuckin’ soaked for me already?” Joel tsks, and you can’t help but let out a lewd moan.

“Yes, Joel,” You pant. “Wanted you for so long, can’t—fuck,—can’t wait any longer.”

“Baby, you don’t know how much that fuckin’ turns me on. You touch yourself thinkin’ about me?” He questions, slowly bringing a hand underneath your skirt to rub your soaked core over your panties.

“God, fuck, yes. All the time.” You admit, eyes squeezing shut as your breath begins to increase rapidly.

Joel groans at your confession, cock constricted by his jeans just begging for release.

“‘M gonna ruin every single man for you, baby.”

“Ruin me, Joel.”

That’s all he needed to hear before hastily sliding your panties off of your legs. He spread your legs as he got down on his knees, admiring how your pussy glistened in the low light of his room.

“Fuckin’ perfect little pussy.” He murmurs, lifting your skirt up all the way. You gasp as Joel kisses your inner thighs, dragging his tongue up your tender flesh, littering kisses along the way before he finally places a soft kiss to your core.

Joel wastes no more time teasing you and delves his tongue right into your folds, not wanting to hold out any longer on tasting you.

And, good god, you tasted heavenly. Ironic for being dressed up as an angel, but you really played the part.

You moaned loudly as he drank you up like a glass of water in the middle of the night. He was relentless with his tongue, the muscle swirling around your folds, flicking onto your clit, then moving down to your entrance to prod in and out of you.

His mouth felt divine. You truly don’t think any man has ever eaten your pussy this good, and you’d be damned if another man besides Joel ever did again.

“Joel, holy fuck.” You cry, and he moans praisingly into you. The vibrations sent a shock up your spine, causing you to arch your back off of the bed.

All of your senses ignited with just Joel. His mouth, his touch, his scent, everything about him was surrounding you all at once. You genuinely don’t know how you went about not doing this any sooner.

Joel moved his tongue back up to your clit, flicking over it expertly as he inserted his ring and middle fingers into you. You cry out once more, instinctively grasping onto his hair as you slightly tugged on it. He switched from flicking his tongue over your clit to sucking on it instead, fingers driving in and out of you at such an enchanting pace.

His fingers were so much longer and thicker than yours, so the feeling of it was becoming all too consuming. He hit that sweet spot inside of you once he started to curl his fingers upward, and you nearly choked on a gasp.

“Fuck, yes, right there right there right there—” You chant, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching as it bloomed quickly within the deepest depths of your core, clawing its way out to the surface. “‘M gonna—”

“Let go, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” Joel praises, and your orgasm comes crumbling down, washing in electric waves through your body. You moan loudly, crying out Joel’s name as you gripped his duvet.

Joel admires how you writhe beneath him, riding out your intense orgasm. You’re nearly breathless, panting rapidly as you lay on his bed completely dazed. Once you finally composed yourself enough, your eyes fall on his face. Half of it was covered in your slick, and you whine at the sight.

“How was that?” He asks, standing up.

“I’m convinced you’re a fucking wizard or some shit.” You breathe, and he gutturally laughs. You love the sound of it, tucking it away in your memory to keep.

“Nope, just regular ol’ me, baby.” His smile is soft as he gazes down at you, and you lean up on your elbows, shaking your head.

“Nothing about you is regular. You, Joel Miller, are extraordinary.” You slowly get up from his bed on shaky legs, but he grips you for support. You switch spots with him, turning him around to softly push him onto his bed. He sits down and watches you closely, admiring how you look at him. It makes his stomach do a flip, and a blush tinges his cheeks ever so slightly.

“My turn to take care of you.” You whisper, sinking to your knees before him. You undo his belt buckle, pop the button of his jeans, and slide his zipper down. He lifts his hips for you as you pull down his jeans and boxers simultaneously.

Joel’s cock easily hits the shirt over his stomach, weeping and dribbling with pre cum. Your mouth watered as you took in the sight, appreciating the pink and tan silky flesh before pumping it a few times, causing Joel to suck in a breath and squeeze his eyes shut.

He lets out a low groan as you tug back to the top slowly, lowering your head to swirl your tongue around the tip. The salty taste of pre cum coats your tongue, and you hum in praise before licking a warm stripe over the vein of his cock. He curses, head lolling back as he tries hard not to cum right then and there.

It’s been far too long since someone’s touched him like this, and now that he has the woman he’s been fantasizing about daily at his discretion, he knows he won’t be able to contain himself for long.

His cock was heavy on your tongue as you slid more of him into your mouth slowly, trying to keep yourself from gagging. Your throat constricted slightly as the tip of his cock met the back of your throat, nose nearly buried in coarse, curly hair at the base.

“Fuuuck, sweet thing, ‘m not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that.” He moans, loving the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his cock.

You flatten your tongue against him and start to bob your head up and down, setting a rhythm you could easily keep up with. Hearing him moan your name while you pleasure him shot straight to your core, aching for more of him.

You moan against him as your nails lightly scratch what’s exposed of his tan thighs, and you open your eyes to look right into Joel’s.

The nearly sinister look in his eyes when you look up at him makes you want to touch yourself while you made him feel good.

“Such a good girl, takin’ my cock in your mouth so well. Look so fuckin’ gorgeous like this.” He praises, cupping your cheek gently. He was refraining from touching your hair and face because he didn’t want to ruin your hairdo or your makeup, despite how badly his fingers were nearly itching to either cup your face harshly or thread his thick fingers through your hair.

You took him all the way into your mouth once more, swallowing around the tip of him before moving up to the tip to focus on just that. You swirled your tongue again, licking the slit on his head before Joel’s breath caught in his throat.

“Shit, baby, don’t stop, ‘m close.” He feels like he’s floating when his orgasm shoots down his spine not even seconds later, and you moan around him as you swallow everything he gives you.

He pulls you up gently but hastily from the ground, kissing you before pushing you onto the bed again. He had to be buried inside you now. He gave his cock a couple of strokes to harden himself again as he stood over you, a feral look in his eye.

Your eyes glanced over at the ghostface mask sitting on his bedside table, and his eyes followed yours. He quirks an eyebrow up at the mask, looking back at you.

“Want me to put it on?” He asks, and you felt your cheeks get hot.

“You don’t have to.” You’re suddenly shy, but the thought of Joel fucking you with a ghostface mask on turned you on immensely.

“I’m asking you.” A hint of questioning demand was behind his tone.

“Yes. Put it on. Please.”

“Kinky little thing, aren’t ya? Gotta mask kink?” He teases before grabbing the mask, slipping it on before towering back over you.

Seeing his tall, broad frame hovering over you like this with the mask on makes your pussy clench, a delicious lick of satisfaction shoving its way into your mind.

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin this pussy.” Joel’s voice is slightly muffled, but somehow the mask makes it sound deeper. You bite your lip and look up at him as he spreads your legs apart, coating the tip of his cock with your slick.

He pauses abruptly, as if remembering something.

“Should I get a condom?”

“Only if you want. I’m on birth control.” You give him a reassuring nod, and he visibly relaxes.

He continues where he left of, sliding his tip between your folds a couple of times more before slowly pushing into your entrance.

You both moan loudly at the sensation, feeling so warm and full and whole. Joel pushes into you until his hips are flush against yours before pulling out slightly. He grabs your legs and tosses them over his shoulders, a new feeling of deeper pleasure rippling through every fiber of your being.

“Fuck, feel s’good.” You toss your head back against his bed, reveling in the feeling of being stretched out.

“So do you, baby. Pussy’s so perfect. Was made f’me.” Joel starts to snap his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing off the four walls of the master bedroom.

Joel’s hands snake around your ankles on his shoulders as he drives himself deeper into you, pounding his hips into the back of your thighs.

The way you clench around him nearly has him choking, wanting to come undone right then and there.

You gazed up at Joel—well, ghostface—with your eyebrows threaded and jaw slack. There was something so deliciously fucking hot about the way his head was tilted to the side as he looked down at you, fucking you into oblivion.

He bent down ever so slightly to wrap his leather-bound hand around your neck, squeezing the sides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as all of your sensations suddenly became so full of him again.

You were seeing stars, silent screams escaping your mouth as you tried to move up onto the bed. Joel gripped your thighs harshly and tugged you back down, pulling out of you swiftly to smack your pussy before completely filling you once more.

“Joel, fuck, oh god, oh god, JoelJoelJoel—”

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuckin’ pretty slut likes when I pound into her sweet pussy, hm? Likes getting choked?” Joel’s words drip with venom. You couldn’t even form a coherent word, leaving you to nod frantically.

“Fuck, baby girl, I need you to cum for me.” His voice is strained and desperate, needing to feel you pulse around him again. He brings a hand down to your clit to rub tight, deft circles around it.

You couldn’t even process one more thought before that same blooming, clawing sensation nearly paralyzed your body as you stiffened, orgasm completely washing over your body. You jolted up, crying out Joel’s name.

“I know baby, I know. Fuck, ‘m close, where d’ya want me?” He rips off the mask and tosses it aside, eyes meeting yours once more.

“In me, need to feel you.” Your words are slurred, starting to sound just like Tommy. But you two were very, very different types of drunk.

Joel spills into you, hips stuttering as he groans, jaw clenched. He leans down to kiss you fervently, moaning into your mouth as his orgasm finally rides out. He slowly pulls out of you, hissing at the sensation. You softly whine at the loss of such fullness.

He tucks himself back into his boxers and jeans, pulling them up, re-buttoning his jeans and re-buckling his belt. He sits beside you on the bed, warm leather landing on your thigh as he traces circles into your skin.

“Fuck, baby, that was just,” He pauses, trying to catch his breath. “Unreal.” He huffs, falling next to you so he’s laying down on the bed beside you.

“It was. Thank you.” You shudder at one last aftershock of your orgasm, and Joel chuckles.

“Anything for you, baby.” Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you roll onto your side to face him.

“Kinda don’t wanna go back downstairs. They’re all gonna see this angel really isn’t such an angel.” You huff a laugh, shaking your head.

Joel kisses your forehead before standing up, reaching for your hands to help pull you up from his bed.

“Gotta show Tiffany how good you got fucked somehow, right?” Joel grins, and your jaw drops.

“Joel Miller, you petty man!” You laugh, slipping on your wings and halo once more.

But, he was right—

You totally wanted to show everyone just how good ghostface really fucked you.

tags: @nostalxgic ; @ilovepedro ; @party-hearses ; @tinygarbage ; @cool-iguana ; @bastardmandennis

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pandorascrush · 1 year

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HUNTING YOU

CHAPTER II : ANYTHING

ALL WORK IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!!!

SUMMARY: The reader is a part of the Metkayina clan. She couldn't help herself as she watched and wanted Neytiri and Jake. Maybe it was because they were the first forest people she had ever seen. But she wanted them like a hunter wants its prey. Little did she know that they had also wanted her and were willing to hunt her if that was the only way they could have her.

WARNINGS: nsfw(18+), smut, minors dni, clit play, degradation kink, fingering, squirting, avatar/na'vi!jake, dilf!jake, fem!bodied reader, metkayina!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dry humping, pet names (babygirl, dirty girl), poly relationship

PAIRING: jake sully x neytiri, jake sully x reader, neytiri x reader, jake sully x reader x neytiri

NOTES: My song suggestion for this part is… Burning Desire by Lana del Rey <3

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It had been a few days since you had caught them in the act of declaring that you would be theirs, you had decided on your plan the very same night that you returned to your mauri. You knew you had to be strategic since you were dealing with both of them. On one hand you wanted to take them at the same time but you just knew they would be onto your plan if you approached them at the same time. You needed to see this through multiple angles and that’s exactly what you did.

Neytiri, Neytiri, Neytiri. Your mind was consumed by her moans and gasps that you heard. You wanted those same moans uttered into your mouth and pussy and you wanted them etched into your memories. You were thinking of taking Jake first, but something about his all too sure attitude that he would have you made you want to challenge him. You wanted him to be practically begging to even get a taste of you. Of course you wanted him, he was confident and protective, and that mouth of his made you stir like crazy. But you wanted him to be on his knees in front of you practically begging for you. He will have to exercise the patience of a hunter.

Little did you know that they also had a plan in motion. After their declaration of love to one another and their desire for you, they had planned which way would be the best to get you. Since your mauri was at the edge of the beach towards the forest, they had decided to make that area their area to watch you from. They liked the fact that you were secluded with no mauri around for practically a mile. It would be the perfect area to take out their ikran’s to rest. You wouldn't become suspicious of them, is what they said to convince themselves. After all, their plan was backed by the fact that a few days earlier Tonowari himself suggested they rest their ikran’s there, extremely sure that you wouldn't mind.

But the fact is you had started planning this, perfectly if you did say so yourself the moment you had returned to your mauri. And you also had a few tricks up your sleeve in order to set things in motion. You had been out on the water with Tonowari and other fellow men from your clan along with Jake. You were there to help so Tonowari left you two alone in order to make sure Jake learned more efficiently.

Jake was on top of his skimwing, just watching the way his strong thighs clenched around his skimwing made you clench your own thighs together. It was the way that Jake gripped the reign of his skimwing that made you breathe in a little harder and made you flush with your imagination running wild as you imagined him gripping your braid as he took you from behind.

“Jake you're supposed to hold onto the reign not grip onto it. Your hand will tense up too quickly.”

“Oh come on y/n, you know my skimwing can take it.” You knew he was saying this on purpose so you did the next thing that popped into your mind. While he was distracted leaning down towards your face to look at you and flash you a smile you took the chance to slip your hand towards his butt. You started caressing the back of his thighs letting your hands roam his thigh and up his back. This made Jake's eyes blow wide and his breath falter momentarily.

And then you gripped his tail. And you gripped it hard.

“Can you take this Sully?” You asked with feigned innocence. You couldn't help but start moving your hand up and down around the base of his tail, imagining it was his cock.

“Answer me Sully, or do I have to go get Neytiri to get what I want?”

“I can take it. I can take anything you give me, girl.” He had to refrain himself from moaning trying to compose himself. He had to make you his prey, not the other way around. By this point he was practically leaning down so much his face was in your face. He could feel your hot breath fanning his face and he wanted more.

All you could do was beam him a seductive smile as you looked him deep in the eyes. Your hand hadn't stopped its movement of gripping and practically jerking off his tail as his free hand made its way to your own tail. Your desire becomes evident by the way that your tail started swishing excitedly under the water.

He gripped your tail so lightly it felt like more of a caress. He couldn't believe how quickly it seemed you would fall into his bait. He went from moving his hand from your tail towards the curve of your butt, and you went from gripping his tail to moving your hand towards the front of his loincloth. You were about to slip your hand under to grip his cock when all of a sudden…

“Jake Sully! Y/N! You must come back now.” Tonowari rudely yelled and interrupted as you both jumped apart from one another. Even though you tore yourselves from one another you kept the searing eye contact. You couldn't help but smirk at the way his eyes were wide from full of lust to alert at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m cumming Tonowari. You reminded me that I must go fulfill the rest of my duties for the day.” You bit your lip as you turned away from him and swam to the shore making sure to really emphasize the bend of your butt and the sway of your hips as you knew Jake would be watching. But before you fully left his view he saw you speak very quickly with Tonowari and then you finally left. Oh and how he was watching as you walked away. He gripped his skimwing with his left hand and his aching cock in his right hand as he let out frustrated pants.

You found yourself walking into the Sully’s mauri and beamed with a smile as you found Neytiri alone. You had to get a taste of her today no matter how small it may be. There was something about the way she walked and her very presence that drew you in. And you were about to bait her in.

“Neytiri! How happy I am to find you alone! I have brought you a gift.” You couldn't help but let the words slip out of your mouth as you saw her. Seeing her alone and bent over with a full view of her butt exposed to you made you stir inside. You make your way towards her and pull her in for a hug, not before slyly letting your hand graze the curve of her butt.

“Y/N I am glad you came, I have made you a gift.” She beams a smile so bright towards you as she pulls away from the hug slightly in order to stare straight into your eyes. You can't help but flicker your eyes from her eyes down to her lips. Staring at them takes you back to that night reminding you of the moans and gasps that came out of her. Neytiri takes this as a chance to caress your face lovingly but attentively in order not to scare you away.

“Come I will show you.” She said as she pulled you deeper into her mauri, away from the entrance to a more private area in the back. You decided to beat her to it and you pulled out the necklace you had made for her. It was a necklace made of beads and embroidered with yellow seashells you had specifically picked out because they reminded you of her golden eyes you adored so much.

“Oh y/n, I love it so much thank you.” She all but gushed out as she turned around and signaled for you to put it on her. You couldn't help but lean in and breathe in her scent as you adjusted it over her neck. Before you let you, you couldn't help but let your fingers linger on her neck for a moment, imagining what it would be like to kiss her neck.

She immediately went to a corner and there is where she pulled out from a small chest, a top she had made for you. Designed after the tops that the Omatikaya women wore. You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips. A gasp that Neytiri will have running through her mind nonstop from now on.

“Neytiri you shouldn't have! It’s so beautiful I love it!” You were so pleased you grabbed her face and pulled her in and kissed her. You couldn't help yourself, it was the first thing that came to mind, as if on instinct. For a moment after the brief kiss all you could do was stare at one another, for a moment the confidence you had started to waver slightly due to the look of shock on her face. That was until she pulled you back in.

The moment her hands were on your face and she pulled you in for another kiss you dropped the top onto the floor. Your hands flew to grip her hair in order to deepen the kiss. The kiss quickly became carnal, maybe even desperate as you two shoved each other's tongues into each other's mouth. You couldn't help but fight for dominance of the kiss. You dropped your hands to her waist and pulled her closer to you, chest to chest. Neytiri took this as a chance and shoved one of her knees in between your legs. This caused you to moan into the kiss, and the wetness dripping from you became apparent to Neytiri as the leg in between your legs started to get wet with your stickiness. The hammering of your heart and the moans coming from the both of you didn't let you realize you were practically dry humping each other. As Neytiri was about to drop one of her hands to slip underneath your loincloth to reach your cunt you pulled away.

“Oh my Eywa, I'm so sorry Neytiri!” You all but yell and then scampered out of her mauri, taking the gift she made you with you. All Neytiri could do was stand there in shock with the wetness in between her legs, a hand went up to her mouth. She couldn't contain the giggle that escaped and smile that erupted. She knew that as soon as she saw Jake she had to tell him.

Usually people don't come by your mauri, especially at night. You had made it clear from the moment you had declared it yours that no one was allowed to stop by unexpectedly. Even Ronal and Tonowari respect your wishes to have your privacy. That's why you knew that it was Jake and Neytiri that had dared to come into your area. You had heard the cries of their ikrans and put your plan into action. You ran to do exactly what you had planned as soon as you heard them descend and walk towards your area.

You had laid down on the middle of the floor, with your legs spread apart facing an opening of your mauri that resembled a window. You just knew for a fact that they would try and catch you by surprise so you decided to be the one to surprise them. You had discarded your loincloth but kept your top on deciding to not expose yourself fully to them, you wanted them to beg to see all of you. In one hand you had the top Neytiril had given you, and with your other hand you had lowered it down to your pussy. You could hear them right outside your mauri and sprung to action. You slowly but deliberately started to run your fingers up and down your slit, letting small moans start to escape your lips. As you did this you could hear them trying to sneak around your mauri and finally stop by the opening that gave them a full view of you pleasuring yourself. This spurred you on and you decided to continue.

You continued to rub your fingers on your slit, and then with two fingers you spread your lips apart and started rubbing your clit in small circles. While you rubbed your clit you couldn't help but bring the top Neytiri gifted you to your nose and you inhaled.

“Oh Neytiri.” You let yourself moan out loud. At this you heard a small gasp come from outside but you continued your activities. You dragged the top from your nose down to your cunt and started rubbing it all over, ensuring to get your juices on it. You let the top drop to the floor and this time with your legs spread, with one hand you continued rubbing circles on your clit and with the other you inserted two fingers inside your cunt as you started to thrust slowly.

“Oh ma Jake yesss.” You said as you fucked yourself imagining it was them. With this you quickened your fingers and started fucking yourself as you rubbed on your clit. You couldn't stop your legs from shaking as every time your fingers thrusted you rubbed the spongy part inside of you. You could feel your slick dripping out of your cunt as lewd noises started to come from your pussy. You let yout wonton moans continue to leave yout lips as you fucked yourself faster, so close to making yourself cum. The squelching sound of your pussy filling your home as you let all control go.

“Yes, yes, YES! I’M CUMMING.” You all but screamed out as you felt yourself cum around your fingers. You were in a dazed state as you felt your legs weaken, but you didn't stop. You turned over and laid on all fours, arching your back as you returned your fingers to your cunt. You moved your tail to the side giving them a full view of your ass and pussy exposed to them. You thrusted your fingers inside as you started fucking yourself again. As you did that you could hear light moans coming from outside.

Jake and Neytiri were crouching outside your mauri by your window watching as you pleasured yourself. By this point Neytiri was dripping as Jake thrusted his fingers inside of her in an attempt to ease her need.

“Ma Jake, I need you inside me.” She whispered as she tried to contain her moans. With this Jake got behind her on all fours and tore their loincloths off. He quickly rubbed his hard cock on her cunt, slipping it between her lips in order to smear it with her wetness so he could slip inside easier. With one swift movement he thrusted deep inside her and started hammering his hips into her ass, making his sack slap against her clit. This caused her to moan too loud for his liking so he shoved two fingers in Neytiri’s mouth in order to keep her quiet, to which she immediately started sucking spurring Jake on even more. Hammering away into her pussy he slipped one hand to her clit and started rubbing hard fast circles, encouraged by the moans slipping from your lips that were coming from inside your home as you you fucked yourself with your fingers.

“Jake please I am so close.” Neytiri all but begged Jake as he let his fingers slip from her mouth. With this Jake gripped onto Neytiri’s hips as he hammered away into her hips like an animal in heat. He could feel Neytiri’s pussy clenching him as his balls slapped against her clit, and then like a coil breaking, Neytiri came milking his greedy cock as she bit her hand in order to contain her moans. The clenching of her pussy caused Jake to come deep inside her, coating her walls with his cum, as he bit into Neytiri’s shoulder muffling his moans. He slowly stilled her but refused to pull out. They were panting as they looked up to watch you cumming yet again, this time with a full view of your pussy clenching around your fingers as you were on all fours.

By the third time you came around your fingers, you were exhausted. You slowly let yourself lay on the ground on your stomach as you tried to slow your breaths in order to listen to what was going on outside. You could hear the shallow panting from outside, as they tried to make their pants blend in with the sounds of the waves and wind. You laid there with your cum pooled in and around your pussy and your fingers coated. You slowly got up and went to your bed to get some sleep after being satisfied with yourself and your actions.You let yourself drift off to sleep but not before hearing them creep inside thinking you were asleep. You slightly cracked one eye open to see what they were doing in the dark and that's when you saw them. They were rubbing and sniffing your top that was coated with your cum, as if they were feral animals in heat. Neytiri lowly hissing at Jake and practically drags him to leave as he tries taking your top with them as they leave your home.

Let’s see who becomes my prey first is all you thought to yourself as you drifted off to sleep.

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WHOOP there you have it part two! I really wasn't planning on making this a miniseries, but after noticing how a majority of jake x neytiri x reader fics mainly focus on just jake and the reader, I wasn't having that. That’s why I decided to make this a five parter, I want my girl Neytiri to get some more action and not just to be there as a filler character. I want her to have feelings too and to be more included, like my girl is a part of this throuple not just a side character. She needs some love too!!! So there will most likely be three more parts, next chapter my girl is getting some ACTION y'all! I think I tagged everyone below who asked, but if I missed just lemme know. As always, I hope you enjoy and leave some feedback.

TOODLES <3

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midwestmade29 · 4 months

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Imagine Request ✨

To anonymous: I hope this is everything you hoped for! I'm not sure if I did it properly, but I can assure you I did my absolute best to follow your request. Thanks again for the request…I loved it 🖤

Original anonymous request: "Can I send a Christian Cage x Female!Reader imagine? So what is we have Evil Dilf Christian, The Patriarch, The TNT Champ, the Face of AEW in a serious long term established relationship with a loving America’s Sweetheart, Sunshine Baby Face reader. Is the kind of relationship they’ve never played up on TV and even though they don’t post about each other too often, the fans and everyone is well aware they’re together. Maybe the reader is in a high stakes contender ship match and she ends up injuring herself somehow. This causes Christian to break character and come out to help get her out of the ring and loaded into the ambulance to get checked out and it ultimately ends up with her having surgery and Christian being the best boyfriend/fiance/husband (you can choose that!) he can be and takes care of his woman while she recovers?" Word count: 950 GIFs are not mine. Credit goes to their original creators. I selected each GIF to further help visualize the things happening in the story 🙂

Disclaimers: Some cursing, injury sustained (broken bone), pain due to injury, ambulance ride, mention of hospital and surgery. Read at your own discretion.

“After tonight, we will be the TNT and TBS champs. You’re going to do great baby,” Christian whispered into your ear. You had dreamt about having the shiny belt around your waist ever since you arrived in AEW. You worked your ass off to get this title shot and you’ll be damned if you don’t give the match your all! “You’re going to be watching, right?” you asked while Christian embraced you. “Of course! They need me for a pre taping in a minute, but my eyes will be glued to the monitor the entire time.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. It is for the TBS Championship!” Justin Robert’s announced, your music blasting through the speakers immediately after. Excalibur hyped up the match, “And here comes everyone’s ray of sunshine, Y/N! She’s looking to take down our reigning TBS champ Julia Hart after securing a title shot last Saturday on Collision. Let’s watch as these two fierce competitors take on one another!” You smiled and waved at everyone while you stood in the ring waiting for Julia to make her entrance. “We love you Y/N!” one fan cried out, and smiled when you blew them a playful kiss. You stood in the darkness when Julia’s music hit, nerves calming a little when you thought about celebrating your victory with your favorite temperamental Patriarch later.

“That’s it baby, don’t ease up! Show her who the real champ is!” Christian yelled at the tv monitor while he watched you. “Don’t count Y/N out guys. She’s holding her own against the champ very well!” Taz praised. “Smart man,” Christian laughed to himself, but his laughter stopped abruptly when he watched you attempt to use Julia’s new finisher against her, landing awkwardly on your feet before your leg buckled causing you to fall. You sat in the center of the ring writhing in pain while you grasped at your ankle. Everyone in the crowd cringed while they watched the replay on the big screen. You tried to stand, wailing in pain when you put pressure on your ankle. “Bryce, my ankle! Something’s wrong with my ankle! I felt a snap and now I can’t move it!”

“Something isn’t right. What the hell happened?!” Tony Kahn’s voice crackled through Bryce’s earpiece. Julia leaned against the turnbuckle, laughing in delight at your pain as she stayed in character. “If Y/N can finish the match, wrap it up and change the finish. Julia will retain!” Tony Kahn called the audible, Bryce sighing in defeat because he knew tonight was supposed to be your night. He bent over and asked if you were able to continue, you grimaced and nodded yes. You stumbled to your feet, trying to hold back your tears as you hopped over to Julia on one leg. She read the situation correctly when she gave you a thrust kick that knocked you back down, instantly locking you in her submission hold Heartless. “Could this be it for Y/N folks?!” Taz shouted as everyone was on the edge of their seats, hoping that you weren’t going to tap out.

“What the fuck was that?! Y/N was supposed to win! Shit!” Christian roared when he saw you laying in the ring with your eyes skewered shut. He bolted through the backstage area and down the ramp and into the ring as the cameras captured his every move. “Christian Cage?! What the hell is he doing here?” Tony Schiavone questioned. Everyone was surprised by Christian breaking character as he knelt by your side while Doc Sampson examined you. No one knew if this was a part of a storyline or if it was real since you and Christian kept your relationship out of AEW. You were placed on a stretcher and loaded into an ambulance while everyone watched. Christian held your hand the entire ride to the hospital, assuring you that you were going to be okay. The sirens wailed in the night as you rode in the back of the ambulance. You were delirious from the pain that was consuming you, and your body was slowly coming out of fight or flight mode.

“I’m right here, baby! Take it easy, try not to move your legs. The doctor said the surgery went well!” Christian sat next to your hospital bed holding your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, and kissing them. Your engagement ring caught his eye, making him smile and chuckle to himself. You were still groggy from surgery, but coherent enough to notice his bright smile. “What’s that smile for?” you murmured as you stroked his cheek with your hand. “I was just thinking about our upcoming vows. In sickness and in health. I guess we’re practicing that part now, aren’t we?”

Recovery was difficult, but you had the best caregiver by your side! Christian waited on you hand and foot making sure you never had to lift a finger. He never missed a doctor’s appointment and made sure to do whatever he could to comfort you after a physical therapy session. As he helped you get situated in bed, an overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over you as you watched the man that most people viewed as evil and cantankerous cover you with a blanket and kiss your forehead. Christian really is the best fiancé!

“Thank you, baby. For everything! You risked a lot when you ran to the ring to help me. You’ve been by my side through this whole ordeal and loving me through it all. It means so much to me having you in my corner.”

“I know you’d do the same for me Y/N.”

“In a heartbeat, Christian.”

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petrawood · 2 years

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What I Think About The Fatui Based Only On Their Design -By Somebody Who Has Never Played Genshin

Wake up sweety a new hyperfixation just dropped!

All the fatui:

The Drip of them all. Unbelievable

✧Marionette/Sandrone

- Ah, the Little Girl + Absolute Unit combo, a classic

- Delightfully steampunk

- Robots, I love robots

- Don't be fooled, the girl is the actual dangerous one

- The robot will wreck your body, the girl will annihilate your MIND (and self-esteem)

✧Rooster/Pulcinella

- The Small Wise Old Man Archetype

- Will probably call you "my dear boy/girl"

- He is your grampa

- And the reason why kids believe in Santa

- The only one who will actually feel sad if a teammate dies

- Probably naive

- Honestly, I'm just thinking about Heimerdinger

- Parental figure, but of the wholesome variety

✧Regrator/Pantalone

- Ah, look at him, this bastard

- He will not stab you in the back, he will pay OTHERS to stab you in the back

- Will at some point have the White Anime Glasses animation

- Probably the most unhinged one

- What the Dottore wishes he were

✧The Knave/Arlecchino

- The current Girlboss reigning champion

- Looks like one of those characters designed to make you lose most of your health/items just before the final boss

- She also looks like when would use a rapier

- Very honorable

- Will keep her sword in it's scabbard until it's not, it's at your neck, you didn't even she her move

- If she dies, it will be one of the emotional deaths

✧Tartaglia/Childe

- Look at this guy, he has the biggest Twink Energy in the motherfricking table

- Broke the mainly while/black/blue color palette and therefore must be punished

- Carries his mask on the side of his head because Fashion

- Either that or he doesn't give a F*ck

- Believes he's tough, but he's actually baby

✧The Jester/Pierro

- The first design I saw and the reason why I actually looked up who he was and what was going on

- A DILF

- The Daddy Issues crowd is gonna eat him like a snack

- Obviously the leader, they want us to believe he's evil but I bet there are some hidden depths and honorable reasons in there

- THIS is the one who is going to make us cry if he dies

- You can TASTE the backstory from here

- Again, a DILF

✧Columbina/Damselette

- Let's go girl, eat their souls queen

- Will WRECK you

- Will haunt your nightmares

- and giggle while she does it

- Oh, the trauma

- I'm also ready to cry when we discover he's backstory

- I feel like she's one of the fatui with most chances of dying

- It's that or joining the player's party

✧The Captain/Capitano

- This is my favorite one, not gonna lie

- Ultimate Being, I am simping

- The most honorable one, will probably end up understanding the player's motives or even that he's on the "bad" side, but will NEVER betray his teammates

- Will fight till the end

- Will probably be an underappreciated character

- He's not going to be the final boss, but he's going to be one of the hardest fights

- I will cry if anything happens to him

✧The Doctor/Dottore

- Oooooooh look at this boy, he's so evil

- "I am going to create an experiment that is SO unethical"

- What a bastard

- I want to put him in my pocket

- The main character is going to despise him soooo much

- Probably has a god complex

- I am, once again, simping

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lefresne · 5 months

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TODAY IN : hitting characters from medieval literature with the dilfication beam

For your consideration : King Claudas de la Terre Déserte from Vulgate Cycle (1250)

First things first, and to get it out of the way, the label 'dilf' transcends the paradigms of sexual attraction, it is an 'aura' a 'spirit' a certain je-ne-sais-quoi.

Sure, Claudas does steal Lancelot's inheritance. But he is totally justified actually. He refuses to acknowledge King Aramount's sovereignty, who reigns over the neighbouring kingdoms, and Aramount turns to Uther for assistance. Uther actually grew up in exile in Claudas's lands but being the two-faced traitor he is, lays waste to Claudas's land and destroys all his castles anyway. When both Aramount and Uther have died and brothers Ban and Bohort take over as rulers in Brittany, Claudas seizes his land back and then goes after Brittany as revenge because Ban and Bohort are close allies of Arthur. It's not great ethics-wise but it is the sixth century or whatever.

Claudas does say that he doesn't want to harm Ban or Bohort or their family as they 'have done him no harm' and offers that if they swear fealty to him, he will retreat. Ethical king.

Womaniser but in a sort of jaded yet charming way ? Has an affair with one of his barons' wife who accidentally lets slip one night after sex that her husband is hiding Bohort's young heirs. Honestly it turns out fine, Claudas kidnaps the children and has them imprisoned but its a very luxurious imprisonment to be fair and Pharien (the baron) does seem to be a bit of a cunt (he had been imprisoning his wife and upon learning that this has not stopped him from getting cucked, flies into a rage - he honestly seems more bothered by the cucking than by the imprisonment of the children the queen begged him to protect with his life )

Dark hair and eyes and a ginger beard and most importantly: good teeth and a sexy body (this is canon. this is written, i,n the txt)

Claudas decided to swear off true love because he 'wishes to live a long life'. He was once madly in love and undertook many chivalric exploits for the sake of a lady, but we learn nothing more. He bitterly remarks to his friends that a man in love will push himself to do ever more extraordinary feats until he is killed. what happened and can I (hypothetical reader of this text post) redeem him ? does claudas, in this way, generate an affective response from the reader ?

has a child if that matters

#el.txt

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marvelous-llama · 8 months

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Stray Kids recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

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Chan x fem!reader (wc - 8.3k) soulmate AU - angst, fluff, smut whatever you lose somehow ends up in your soulmate’s possession and you’ve lost plenty of random odds and ends while rarely obtaining anything that belongs to your soulmate. you wake up one morning with a notebook on your bedside table—one that certainly doesn’t belong to you. after further inspection, you realize it belongs to your soulmate, who you’ve just discovered is named ‘bang chan.’ and you seem to have his music notebook. you make it your personal quest to find chan and return his notebook to you, as it’s clearly important and personal to him. and maybe, just maybe you could fall in love with him too.

amethyst by @pucchinpurinracha

Chan x fem!reader (wc - 15.4k) friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, camgirl!reader - fluff, crack, smut you reigned queen in your carefully constructed world - a double life hidden from your friend and roommate, chan. but the universe had its way of throwing surprising curveballs at you and in a series of hilarious events, the secrets behind amethyst and arpeggio were laid bare.

a love song and a confession by @lotus-dly

Chan x gn!reader (wc - 3.3k) friends to lovers, mutual pining, change of PoV - fluff, angst(ish)

Runaway Princess by @therhythmafterthesummer

Chan x fem!reader (wc - 16k) strangers to lovers, knight!Chan - angst, fluff, smut, mature themes Your best friend has sent her most trusted knight to help you escape your abusive home, an intriguing man with many facets you can’t wait to uncover.

Into It by @lixiesfreckless

Chan x fem!reader (wc - 3k) best friends to lovers, mutual pining - fluff, smut the california sunset looks pretty damn good when you're on the hood of Chan's car.

fic by @moonjxsung

Chan x fem!reader (wc - 3.9k) established relationship - angst, smut

series

Daechwita by @cb97percent

Chan x fem!reader, Hyunjin x fem!reader royalty, soulmates, love triangle - angst, fluff, smut

「𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕」 by @exxxtraoddinary

Chan x fem!reader (wc - 58k) pornstar!Chan, coworkers to lovers, slowburn, mutual pining - angst, smut Being a professional-grade porn producer is not your typical nine-to-five, but you like it — the pay is great, the hours are flexible, and it's an intriguing conversation starter. However, things get more than complicated when your infatuation with one of your performers turns into something it shouldn't be.

Five-Point Star, The Aftermath by @therhythmafterthesummer

Chan x fem!reader (wc - 6k + 17k) strangers > lovers > enemies > lovers, bodyguard!Chan, assassin!reader - angst, fluff, smut With a career like yours, you knew you shouldn’t let yourself fall in love. But honestly, in retrospect, there was no way you wouldn’t have fallen in love with Chris. After meeting him, you couldn’t help but hope that he’d be the last person you fell this deeply for–maybe foolishly so…

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids recs #bang chan #christopher bang #bang chan x reader

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cebwrites · 2 years

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thoughts on settling down (Law, Mihawk, Crocodile)

a/n: pspspsps shakes the mihawk treat bag at @citrusteaa

masc (law) and gn reader (mihawk, crocodile), he/they law word count: 1.2k

Law

As he is now and especially pre-Dressrosa? Absolutely not

He’s too much of a neurotic stress ball to consider a future while Doffy’s a free man and even after he was robbed of rightfully killing that worm Doflamingo’s behind bars? It takes a long while for them to shake or at least reign in the decade-long paranoia

Law’s a careful person whose lost far too much and at this point letting in someone new would be incredibly difficult

If he were to allow himself to daydream of something like that, it’d be with a man who had already been there for him for a while, long before he met the Strawhats and this headache began, someone Law could trust that, had they gotten into trouble, they’d be able to get themselves out of it

They’d carefully go over their options late at night, running inked fingers through his lover’s hair as he slept, face tucked against the crook of Law’s neck and arms securely around the doctor’s waist, comforting them with his presence

Concerns of passing down any traces of Amber Lead in his system plague him too much for Law to raise biological kids of his own, even if that was something he’d want

Law is hardly the ‘nuclear family’ kind of person anyway; the few short years he had with his biological one before everything went to hell were joyful ones, but it’s not something they can envision for themself - two kids and a wife in the kitchen while they had to bread win? Yeah, hard pass

There would be times where Law did fantasize about living a quaint little life with his partner, long after his adventures of piracy, maybe stationing themselves on a little island out of the World Government’s sight, becoming their resident doctor much like the life their father had built for Law’s family in Flevance

He does enjoy sailing, though, oh he does

Travelling from one place to another, seeing the sights, and spending time with their crew, his family right now, and sharing that with his partner, is an irreplaceable feeling to Law and, barring the threats from other pirates or the marines, it’s something he wouldn’t be giving up for a long, long time, or as long as he could manage

Mihawk

For all intents and purposes, if someone’s lived with him for a while in that castle, sharing meals with him and tending to his farm together, they are settled down with Mihawk - they’d even have two kids dropped into their laps by the end of Thriller Bark

It takes a while for Mihawk to even consider someone a viable partner; it’s a lot of work to get through the cold, stoic exterior he puts up for the rest of the world, but once you do get through to him, you realize just how warm this man can be in private

Mihawk never brings it up because, again, if you’ve gotten that close to him, he’s in it for the long haul and to him it’s obvious - no you didn’t host a grand, sweeping ceremony with hundreds of attendees or wear a shiny, dazzling ring, but you share a life with him, his home, you’re co-parenting a feral moss ball and goth ghoul baby with him

You’re living the ideal love with a handsome goth dilf, two kids, and probably a dramatic, majestic, beautifully kept pet raven that lives somewhere in the castle, that should be enough, right?

It is, it’s more than anyone could ever dream of, but a little verbal reassurance would be appreciated every once in a while - you’d have to ask for it, though, Mihawk may be the greatest swordsman but he can’t read minds

Once he is aware of your feelings, he’d pause for a moment, as if running the numbers through his head, and then he’d ask you what color you’d want the napkins to be

It’s nothing big, the guest list of only close friends and loved ones barely exceeds ten people and even then, Mihawk’s far to private for anything more, but it goes off without a hitch and you go to bed admiring the gorgeous wedding band your husband had put on your finger earlier that day, positively giddy

Nothing much changes after that point, you still wake up to his beard tickling your cheek when morning light just barely begins to stream in from large, ornate windows, you still share meals with him and ‘grossly’ hold hands at the table as Zoro would point out before Perona smacks him, Mihawk still kisses your forehead when he comes in after hours of running Zoro into the dirt training before he’s off to the shower and then to prep dinner, it’s still functionally all the same

But whenever you catch a glimpse of gold on his finger as he passes by, feel the cool metal on your skin when he touches you, or stare at your own band, filled with nothing but love and admiration for him, you know the change is there, and it matters, regardless of however slight

Crocodile

I’m in two minds about it

On the one hand, there was a time where seeing himself ease into the lap of luxury with someone at his side would’ve been easy; while he was still seen as Arabasta’s hero, being able to shower his partner with all the riches in the world and making sure they’d never have to want for anything wouldn’t be too hard for Crocodile in the moment, when that was still his day to day

But on the other, now that he’s out on the open sea again in the New World, I don’t think Crocodile would want to spend too much time sitting around anymore

Getting his teeth kicked in by a teenager and then breaking out of Impel Down with that same kid at the forefront of it all really set him back into his A game - Arabasta was arguably when Croc was at his most complacent, letting the country squabble amongst itself so he could reap the benefits later, but now he’s back in the game and it’s all or nothing

If he has a longstanding one partner, it’s unlikely that he’d go out of his way to take up a new one now, he’d need them to be able to keep up with his goals and the dangers that come with it; yes, he’d still spoil them when he can with material goods, pirates take what they want after all, but he’d need someone to understand that a lot of his time would be dedicated to those goals and even if he did care for them sometimes he may not be the most available

Croc makes it up to them of course, he always does

I’ve mentioned it elsewhere but I also think it’s not likely that he’d have kids, especially biological ones - promising himself to a partner and them to him for the rest of their lives? Sure, Crocodile can manage that, but kids are too much of a hassle for what his ambitions are and minimizing whatever would get in his way is most important to him

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motorsportdilfbrawl2 · 1 year

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welcome to the motorsport milf brawl!

you already know how it is. 32 milfs enter, one will reign supreme.

from march 15th to 18th, nominations will be open- submit your favorites and once polls are open, let them duke it out for the coveted title of best motorsport milf.

the rules are the same as the dilf brawl, with slight changes. they must be over 40 OR have human children (yes, lewis hamilton is still disqualified, do not submit him), and participation past days 1 and 2 of the motorsport dilf brawl are an automatic disqualification.

those listed below in red or yellow are banned.

submit your faves here!

good luck!

#f1 #formula 1 #indycar #world rally championship #nascar #world endurance championship #wec #wrc #.post

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sugar-omi · 8 months

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daddy derek headcanons? oh ive spent waaaay too much time thinking abt it. there's nothing quite like the image of a big beefy dude being super soft and sweet with his kids. Derek gives off roman reigns tea party / Terry crews in b99 energy. there is absolutely nothing he wouldn't do for his little angels.

I'm talking being front row at every recital/game/talent show, you name it. any extracurricular activities? you got it, baby. dad's gonna take you. you need a new costume? help doing your hair? don't worry, dad's got everything you need. Parent volunteers needed? he's the first name on the list. other parents are intimidated at first, but he's so good at being a team player that he always manages to bring out the best in others. he's gotten better at time management, so he doesn't over-commit and try to run everything, but if it matters to his babies, it matters to him.

all the kids love visiting your house because Derek loves taking care of his kids and their friends. homemade drinks and snacks afterschool? you bet! he even cuts things into fun shapes to make it more exciting (things being star-shaped make them taste better, just like the fruit bouquet). he'll play video games with the kids, or ref any games, or just let the kids climb on him and swing them around. there is no shortage of fun with Derek around.

he still loves big family trips to the boardwalk or to the water park. he's always prepared. he is a master packer and his travel bag has a little of everything. he keeps up the snack bag tradition with his kids, but he always makes sure to pack a little extra.

it wouldn't surprise me if Derek eventually decided to just be a stay-at-home dad to make sure he's got all the time in the world for his babies. his ego doesn't require him to be the breadwinner for his family, he just wants to make sure everyone is taken care of.

OMG THATS SO CUTE

everyone wants to go to your house bc of your kid/s super cool dad (parents definitely think he's a dilf n he so would be)

also I could definitely see him being a sahd!!!

he'd prbly work part-time or smth from home, at least a job w flexible hours and allows him to run to his kids needs. altho if you wanna do that, he's happy to make sure you can do so comfortably (just make sure he doesn't overwork himself)

also there is a whole shelf of dvds that are of your kids school plays, music or dance recital, sports game, you name it. lots of home video as well, just you guys playing in the yard n stuff <333

so many pictures on the wall, like you have to stop him from covering every inch of the house (you have multiple photo albums)

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kingvoiddd · 1 year

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HERE IT IS!!

(DRESSROSA SPOILERS)

(Also TW for blood/animal de@th)

Here's part of the indulgent content just make Doflamingo a dilf, adoptive father style cause I wanted him, however shit a perent he would ever be- to have some Good Dad Moments(tm)

Cause he's all about family right, just give him a nee kid to have in the family and then BOOM gove him some happy moments (within the 10 year reign of Dressrosa pre-Dressrosa arc)

The kids name, for fun and because I'm not creative is Donquixote Rosette ;;)

The lore i gotta spoil tag it BUT;

But Rosette reminds him oddly of his brother, Corazon so he sometimes calls him that, kind of pretending this 8 year old boy acquired the heart seat in his palace. He does say that shit to spite Law a lot, I know his ass lifted this boy up simba style and declared him the prince, his heir. And for the longest time the city ate that shit up.

Rosette's too soft tho at the start, since he is human, he's prolly seen his fair share of trauma but Doffy wants to raise him to be able to do his bidding even at the age of a child, so he probably send shim out to hunt and kill small animals to get the taste of death by his own hands, first time he did it he came back clutching a mouse crying; Doffy wiped his tears kissed his forehead and praised him for his first kill, and told him he'd have to do it again, and again, with bigger and bigger prey eventually. And eventually he stopped crying coming back with a kill. Ofc Doffy knew his son's limits and what animals he COULDNT fight/kill but he always let him try, he didnt SERIOUSLY care if the kid did die, but having an heir to keep around was his best plan yet.

So the kids a little fucked up, but thats bc of Doffy. He's deemed the prince and everyone in the family treats him as such- honest Baby 5 and Buffalo might be a LIITTTLE ticked he gets pampered when they as kids didnt really get that all that much.

But still, he's baby

And yeah sometimes Doffy will have his dad moments-

Like taking him into town on his shoulders, catching Rosette asleep curled in his feather jacket (Doffy proceeds to slide to the ground clutching his shirt and using a snail to take photos)

And making breakfast in the morning which i dont think he ever did with himself.

He's not a good man nor a good dad but he has his moments

And Rosette is attached to Doffy despite his evilness because he's the only one in the world to love him so far, and his life got way better when he met Doflamingo- so why hate him? That's his father now!

Also I feel post Dressrosa Rosette would be taken in by the Navy to try and reform and rehome this poor boy because after Doffy got locked tf up he would have had nowhere else to go, they might try and make him a soldier, if he doesnt escape their hold first.

Anyway I care them a lot- dont even get me started on my other ocs (which is just for OC x Canon)

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amorevolousfaith · 2 years

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Chapter 2: Deals Of Duels and Trade

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Slight Elllaria Sand

Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Explicit language, cannon violence, Decapitation, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, murder, allusions to sex, smut, Dilf energy, Milf energy,

Summery: It doesn’t take a scholar or royal adviser to figure out the invitation the Royal Wedding in Westeros has some underlining conditions. Not that it matters to you or your son, the opportunity to go to a country so far away that impressions wouldn’t do much to your reputations is just too good to pass up. And who better to live that thrill to the fullest than with the Red Viper of Dorne.

I smile politely at the Queen-To-Be in front of me. Mori standing behind me in his naturally stiff posture, but I see the way she lets her eyes drag along him. Even with her husband-to-be sitting right there beside her. I can sense the king’s hand and grandfather, as well as his mother, spot it too. “Forgive me your grace, if you do not take to your gifts as well I hope. These gifts are not typically what I would give to newlyweds of my country, and given our differences in tradition I became baffled with ideas.” I smile, “I’m sure what you have to gift will meet our standards as Lannisters.” The boy king scoffs. I hum in acknowledgment before removing the top of my box.

“For the bride we gift you a silk kimono robe, something for you to wear over your night clothes or if you prefer over your body. Silk is made for both beauty and comfort and this silk in particular was grown in our imperial silk gardens.” I chime, pulling the pink and gold silk robe out of the box. The woman gasps and takes the robe gently, aweing at how soft it is. “Thank Mori for its craftsmanship, he hired out the best silk makers in the country for this.” I smile kindly masking the needle point stab I pushed into the royals’ skin. “And for your king.” Mori then stepped in, pulling out a jade bottle from the box. “Some our finest Rye, corked and bottled in hand carved Jade for your honor.” He presents mutely placing the bottle in front of the king.

“What the hell is Rye?” The child asks, the room stiffens at his lack of mannerisms, but just as I trained him, Mori remained passive. “A beverage much like your wine, but more potent and less sweetness.” Mori describes. “And have you tried our wine?” The To-Be-Queen questions with a smile, “My mother has, I have not.” Mori responds curtly. “Well you simply must try some!” She gushes, it takes all I have not grin coyly. “Perhaps,” I cut in, “You may show Mori your other Westeros luxuries, while your members of council and I talk business. We wouldn’t want to bore you, when such youth should be savored and not wasted,” I coo out.

“You are exactly right! I like this woman!” the king laughs as he stands to his feet, his bride right behind him as she ushers Mori along behind her groom. When the door to the chamber shuts the king’s hand and Queen Mother replace them in their seats. I sense a cruel irony here, like the two people who just sat down are the real king and queen of Westeros. “I would have preferred to talk to your son, but this will have to do sense he is occupying King Joffrey,” the older man begrudged. I smile despite his words, his daughter side eyeing me for some sort of reaction. “I hope it is because he is to be reigning longer than I should be and not because I’m a woman, either way what is discussed now will be explained to him promptly.” I chime out leaning back into my seat. The older man quirks his eyebrow at my lacks behavior as does his daughter.

“Forgive me if I do not seem intimidated by the royal family. I’m not very worried about your country’s threat when you're a whole sea away, especially when you have issues with both the north and a dragon queen threatening your kingdom. That is why you invited me here, correct?” I sigh out. Both look taken back by my direct words, “I may talk softly to the many around me, but when it comes to my standing as Empress there is no room for such words.” I state simply. “Surely even an Empress must learn when to bite her tongue.” The Queen Mother suggests, “My people have a saying, and as a woman I’m sure you can agree, that a woman’s first blood does not come from between her legs, but from biting her tongue. Mine came from neither, mine came from the throat of a man who thought he could lay a hand on me and live.” I counter poetically. “That alone should tell you what kind of ruler I am, now I do not wish to waste my time and yours so let’s get down to it. I hate spending time in these meetings as much as I hate wearing this silly crown.” I sigh out rolling my neck to ease the weight of the very decorative headpiece.

The two shuffle in their seats before regaining their more composed posture, but I can still tell they’re put on edge. “Is it true you have dragons?” He questions, “No, my country doesn’t have dragons. The only dragons we do have are the people of the Dragkoi clan. The Dragkoi clan are warriors who built their wealth training shinobis and samurais for the lords of our nation, many of our clan hold ranks in Imperial army and shinobi guard.” I explain softly. “And yet two sit on the throne.” The older man points out, “Not by choice.” I all but hiss. “When I killed my husband for raping my daughter, I was ready to leave the palace with my son. However, we are people of honor and duty, Morizuka is the rightful heir but only a boy at the time. I wouldn’t leave my son no matter how much I hate wearing this crown.” I command.

“You do not wish to be Empress?” Queen Mother quarries, “Not any longer than I have to be, your grace.” I smile weakly. “The power you possess will protect your son, do you not wish for power?” She continues to question, “I can protect my son just the same with a good sword and a bottle of poison. Power is merely a responsibility, a responsibility I do not wish to have, but that doesn’t go to say that I’ll hand it over to the first person who holds out their hand.” I muse out leaning over to the table. A servant rushes over but I wave them off, pouring my own wine in a cup.

“When I expressed my lack of fear of you, it was not in the nature of I do not find you a threat. Every country is a threat, not to me by any means, but to my son and the country he loves so much. I do not wish to have problems with Westeros, my son will reign longer than I will and I do not wish to cause him problems that will last longer than my lifetime.” I murmur softly before taking a sip of the wine. “You invited me on the account of dragons, and since we are unable to fulfill the toll of this invitation I offer a different payment. After all I hear you Lannisters never do anything without reason and we’d prefer not to be chastised in this city because of wrong information.” I hum.

I pull out the vile hidden in my sleeve, “Poison you can only find in Jaenna, only made by the shinobi of clan Dragkoi. A toxin that will shut down the human body slowly, stopping the movement of their body functions before shutting down their organs. A slow panic filled death.” I murmur rolling the green liquid between my fingers. “It would be better if you gave us the recipe.” The older man grumbles, “You wouldn’t find a use for it, after all the ingredients are only found in Jaenna. This one vile does you more good than a piece of paper, isn’t useless information what got us here in the first place?” I smile pushing the vile to the table and sliding it over to them.

Before anyone else could speak the door bursts open and in comes the boy king and company. The three of us stand and bow as he strides into the room, his wife-to-be trailing behind him but next to Mori. “Has your old people talk concluded?” The boy huffs, “I believe so you grace.” I smile sweetly. “Good, I granted Emperor Mori permission to entertain himself by fighting with the king’s guard. It will be good for them to see that their King only associates with fellow strong rulers.” The boy boasts, I close my eyes and do my best to withhold a sigh. Knowing Mori manipulated this outcome, I can feel his smirk from where I stand even with my eyes closed.

“How generous of you, your grace. Emperor Mori is well known in our kingdom for his fighting skill, I would like apologize in advance if one of your guards are somehow injured.” I smile tightly, the boy scoffs, “They probably need it, bunch of worthless lot, they need to know what it feels like to really fight for their life if they want to defend mine.” He waves off. “Once again I thank you, your grace. If that is all The Emperor and I will be taking our leave.” I dismiss quickly. The boy continues to wave me off as I swiftly cross the room to Mori, Mori bares his arm out for me to take but before I could reach him it is taken by the young Queen-To-Be. “If you have any questions or requests do not be afraid to ask.” she smiles sweetly, Mori nods and pulls his arm out of her grip before offering it to me.

Mori escorts me out of the room and it’s only after the doors close do I grip his arm tightly. “You know better.” I hiss, “If you wish to entertain yourself with a fight, seek out the Prince of Dorne. At least then I know should you throw a man on his ass it won’t trigger full blown war.” I scold. “The Prince is probably too busy with his concubine and geisha.” He pouts, I let out a long sigh and tug him along. I drag him through the castle, occasionally requesting directions before finally finding the prince’s chambers.

“Prince Oberyn!” I call before pushing through the door, the man’s head turns from here he had it buried in the grove of a naked woman’s throat. Mori goes stiff and quickly turns his back and tilts his head to the sealing. “My, he does need a bit of fine tuning.” The Prince chuckles, “Has he never seen a naked woman?” Ellaria muses. “He has, he never takes it well.” I sigh out, “Prince Oberyn, I request your services!” I huff. “Business or pleasure?” He grins into the flesh of his geisha’s shoulder, “My son is in dire need of a dual. He went so far as to manipulate the king into giving him permission to fight his royal guard. However, I know all too well the first time he throws a man on his ass we’ll get caught up in a war.” I seethe. The Prince rawers in laughter, “It is a fight he craves?” The man dies down to a chuckle. “What do you say my love? Should I entertain the boy?” He muses, “You always have loved a fight my prince.” Ellaria purrs.

“Tell me boy, do you know who I am?” The prince calls, “You are the Red Viper.” Mori answers without looking back. “I care of nothing else. Prince, peasant, king, I’ll fight them all the same.” Mori declares, “Even a naked woman?” He teases, I see Mori shoulders rise and fall in huff. Prince Oberyn laughs good naturedly before striding forward and clasping a hand over the boy’s shoulder, “Come, I will show you why Dorne has remained apart from this hell hole of a country for so many years.” He boasts pulling Mori to the door. “Ellaria entertain our guests!” He calls over his shoulder before he’s out the door.

Once the door closes I let out a long sigh, “You, my sweet, need to relax.” Ellaria purrs. “If only possible.” I muse, “Perhaps we could help.” She grins coyly pulling the geisha close to her. I hum with a smirk, “Same rules apply to you, my dear. I keep those I fuck. However, I could use some help stripping out of these layers and this gods ridden crown.” I huff pulling at the layers and layers of the royal Hanfu. “It would be our pleasure.” The geisha purrs, wordlessly the geisha pulls the pins and beads from my hair as Ellaria strips off the layers of silk and cotton.

I let out a soft sigh when the last layer is pulled off, the two woman stare at me wantonly, but I only grab the decorative first layer and wrap the soft silk around my body in a Kimono like fashion. The top half sinking to my shoulders, exposing the swells of my breasts and the top of my back. “What is this strange mark on your back?” The Geisha questions running her nimble fingers over the ink in my skin. “A tattoo, it is where they take ink and push it into your skin to create eternal artwork. The people of our clan are awarded the dragon tattoos when they come of age.” I explain softly, “May we see?” Ellaria questions. I hum and let the silk fall lower to reveal the top half of my body, exposing the blue dragon inked into my skin. I sigh blissfully when their fingers drag across the artwork.

“It is beautiful, I have never seen anything like it.” The geisha awes, I let out a soft laugh before pushing the silk back up. “You should see Mori’s then, takes up his entire arm, shoulder, and half of his chest. A tattoo fitting for a Warrior Emperor, it took him a week to get done and a week to heal.” I recall softly. “He hated every minute of it, since he was unable to partake in his more athletic activities.” I continue walking over to the wine cart. “This is Dornish, yes?” I muse while looking in the pitcher, “It is. Better than what they have here.” Ellaria chimes with a smirk.

I hum and fill a goblet before lounging about in the closest chair. “How did your son get about convincing that beastly boy to let him fight his royal guard?” Ellaria questions dragging her geisha along to the bed, “I have not the slightest idea.” I laugh before taking a sip of my wine and humming pleasantly at the sweet taste. “I made Mori leave the room while I talked to the Queen Mother and king’s hand. I did notice the Queen-To-Be had taken to him in a wanting way, maybe she helped him convince the king.” I thought out, “The girl has no real interest in the King, only to be Queen.” geisha butts in. A laugh falls from my lips, “How peculiar.” I muse wistfully. “Bold words for a geisha of the King,” I challenge, “Geisha?” The woman quirks, “What do you call sex workers here?” I mumble with knitted eyebrows. “Whores.” she answers simply, I hum at such a harsh word. “And mistresses or lovers?” I quip, “Also whores.” She answers. “In my country sex workers are called geishas, lovers and mistresses are called concubines who hold official rank in court.” I inform, “In Dorne our lovers are called Paramors, we too hold official rank.” Ellaria calls. “I like Dorne’s titles better, they’re softer on the tongue,” I smile softly.

“Whatever we are called, I am no whore of the king,” She huffs, “I would sooner throw myself out of the red keep than share a bed with that boy.” She continues. A loud laugh springs from my throat and echoes the chambers, “Brave one you are.” I coo sweetly. I take another long drink of wine and when I pull away the door swings open. In comes Prince Oberyn and Mori laughing and shoving one another playfully. My eyes go wide, it's been a very long time since I’ve seen that expression on his face. Both are shirtless and fifthly, covered in dirt and sweat. I grunt when Mori tosses himself to lay across my lap, but I can’t bring myself to scold him for sitting on my silk when he stares up at me with a boyish smile.

“I see someone had fun.” I muse, watching as two servants come in carrying Prince Oberyn and Mori’s missing garments. “The best fight of my life mother.” He gushes, My snap over to Prince Oberyn who grins smugly. “You boy is strong, his tenacity is not unwarranted,” Oberyn compliments, “But you still lost, little dragon.” He teases. I hold my breath at the way The Prince used his nickname. “Only because you kept pestering me.” The boy in my lap grumbles, Oberyn laughs as he pours himself some wine. I run my fingers through Mori’s sweaty hair. “Did you have fun while we were gone?” Mori questions, “I learn quite a bit.” I hum. Mori eyes me suspiciously. “Calm yourself mother, we can’t let your curiosity get the best of you and meddle in foreign affairs.” He warns, “And we can’t let your tenacity start wars little dragon.” I coo lovingly.

“You entertained them well I assume.” Oberyn questions his Paramor, “Not in the way we would have lover.” Ellaria muses. “However, she does have the most beautiful body.” She grins, “Her tattoo is one of wonders my prince.” The geisha adds. I see a small pout form on the Prince's lips, “You mean you saw the mark of her dragon without me?” He grumbles. “Only when we helped strip out of her stuffy formal robes.” Ellaria soothes, “Which I am very thankful for.” I call with a smile. “Oberyn had to cut me out of mine.” Mori grumbles, “Did he now?” I grin. Mori flushes with a glare, “Not that way.” He huffs. “It was worth a shot.” I muse, “Perhaps it will happen before we leave.” I sigh out. Mori lets out a loud childish groan and stuffs his face deeper into my lap to cover his red face. Laughter echoes the room at the poor boy’s expense but I can feel his smile through the silk.

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