#or am i only seducing myself with this idea

[666writingcafe]

Level One

Dedicated to @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf and @thunderlightning351

Content Warning: referencing human sacrifice, slightly(?) unhinged Barbatos

"Hello, MC." Barbatos' sudden appearance at my side causes me to curse. I know he has the ability to teleport anywhere he wants to, but a little warning would have been nice.

"Apologies, MC," he continues. "I was simply following my instructions. Did you have a nice time with your parents?"

"Y-yeah, I did," I respond, still a little spooked. "We went out to eat at a Chinese buffet."

"That sounds lovely." He wraps an arm around me and guides me to the couch, remaining glued at my side as we sit down. This isn't the first time we've sat next to each other, but he's never been quite this close before.

And then I take a proper look at him. I'm not dealing with Barbatos the butler, but rather the Barbatos that accompanied me to the Severa concert. The one that I told Asmo I found incredibly attractive in great detail.

The Avatar of Lust is playing dirty right from the start.

Barbatos' lips are moving, but I'm not registering a single word he's saying. The parts of my brain that aren't obsessing over his natural scent are short-circuiting due to him being so close to me. One hand rests on my thigh while the other one plays with my hair and gently brushes up and down my arm. It all makes me rather jittery. I'm surprised I'm able to remain still. I want to simultaneously bolt out of the room and--

"You're not listening to me." Barbatos' harsh tone forces me to pay attention.

"I'm sorry. I'm finding it incredibly hard to concentrate." My explanation makes him smirk.

"Am I making you nervous, MC?" I can only manage a nod. "Good. Now you know how I felt when the roles were reversed."

"That's not fair!" I exclaim, remembering the exact moment he's referencing. "You told me to seduce you!"

"And you did, much to Diavolo's joy. He wouldn't stop teasing me about it for weeks." He repositions himself so that he's able to lean in closer to me.

"Once upon a time, you would have been given as an offering." His voice is low and menacing. "Not to the gods, like so many people believed, but to us. We're able to be entertained by sacrificial lambs for a long time. Inevitably, though, they become dull and boring. It's not their fault; it's simply the result of being exposed to sin over long periods of time.

"But your soul is different, MC. Due to the angel blood that flows through your veins, it maintains its brightness despite it constantly being surrounded by sin. Some might even say it feeds off it, making it that much stronger. If it weren't for Diavolo's mission, we'd have so much fun with you." His smile is that of a predator. I should be shitting my pants right about now. That would be the appropriate reaction to having a demon look at me like I'm his next meal.

Instead, I wait with bated breath for his next move. Barbatos tilts his head to the side.

"Of course, that doesn't scare you." he asks. "You find the idea rather arousing, don't you?"

It's messed up, I know. I shouldn't be turned on by any of this, and yet...

"I told myself long ago that I would only use my powers to help Diavolo, but you've made me reconsider that decision many times." He's pretty much on top on me at this point, holding me in place with his body weight.

"Why?" I whisper. He brings his mouth right up to my ear.

"Because the idea of messing with time in order to play with you is incredibly tempting." He kisses the base of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

Do not succumb to temptation.

I grab his shoulders and squeeze them as hard as I can, making him pause on his trail down my neck and look up at me.

"I can't," I tell him, despite my body screaming at him to continue.

"Are you sure?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath, forcing myself to answer,

"Yes." I feel him get off me. Seconds later, he grabs my hand.

"It's okay, MC. You can open your eyes." Doing so makes him smile softly. "The first stage of your test is complete."

"Did I pass?"

"See for yourself." Looking down at the ring I slipped on earlier, I notice a mark that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before.

"From my understanding, a tally will appear for every stage you complete successfully," Barbatos explains.

"That makes sense." He walks out of the room, returning moments later with a note in his hand.

"When you are ready, this contains information about the next stage," he tells me, handing me the note. "Of course, you're allowed to take as much time as you need to recenter yourself. I can make you some tea if you'd like." I shake my head.

"I know this might sound crazy given what we just did, but would you mind holding me?" He chuckles.

"Not at all." He stretches out on the opposite end of the couch, and I snuggle up to him. He begins stroking my hair. After a few moments of calm, I gather up the courage to ask,

"Did you mean what you said about time, or was that part of the act?"

"I wasn't acting," he answers. "I merely displayed emotions that I normally keep suppressed. Everything I told you is one hundred percent true."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #so it was so slow at work today that i started writing this on post-it notes in order to pass the time #for context i'm a retail cashier at an outdoor equipment store #and i was by myself in cashier land for four hours #also #i'm going to include some sort of aftercare after each stage is completed #that way mc doesn't go completely insane from their emotions running wild #i feel like that's something asmo would account for as he's creating this test for mc

[napping-sapphic]

Picture this: we eat a truly absurd amount of mashed potatoes and then go to sleep

#wlw #wlw mood #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #did this seduce anyone?? #or am i only seducing myself with this idea #god mashed potatoes are so good #very good right before SLEEPING #which is also so good #@ girls with good mashed potato recipes: pls fall in love with me pls fall in love with me pls fall in love with me pls— #person: yeah i usually don’t peel the potatoes so i get it if you don’t like my recipe #me: *already on one knee to propose* #what if we got married and ate potato forward dishes for every meal🥺👉👈 #im gay and i like sleeping #this is the kind of romantic post yall are following me for right?

[multific]

A Thousand Years

Astarion x Reader

Summary: Astarion tells a story of love.

"Tell me about your wife." said the man sitting in front of Astarion, the room was quiet around them, only the crackling of the fire could be heard.

Upon hearing the word, wife, Astarion's features softened. 

"It might be a long one."

"I want to hear it." insisted the man as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for Astarion to start.

Astarion smiled, his eyes filled with love as he began.

"My wife... My beloved Y/N. She saved me you know, in more ways than one. She not only helped me kill the man who caused me so much pain and suffering, but she saved me from myself.

My beloved was a strong woman, brave and incredibly beautiful. She was a kind soul and yet, she could kill a thousand men without taking a break.

She loved songs and loved to dance. Although that might be because I was the one dancing with her. She often said she didn't wish to dance with anyone else but me.

She enjoyed sweets. But only the ones I have given her.

And even if I told her not, she kept on eating them.

It has been so long yet, I will never forget her laugh. She became my world. You know, it wasn't even intentional, I fell in love by accident. I was only meant to seduce her so she would help me kill Cazador. And yet I found myself in love.

But make no mistake, I never regretted the feelings I have. Not once. Falling in love with her was so easy.

I am quite privileged to be able to tell that she was my wife.

My... scars on my back, she cried when she first saw them. She hugged me and told me how sorry she was for I had to endure such pain. She kissed me and cried at the same time. I was so confused by it, I didn't know what to do.

But then, not long after, I asked her to marry me." Astarion looked at the gold band on his finger.

"I never believed in marriage, I thought it was silly for people to bind themselves to one another, and the symbol of it all... a simple ring. I laughed at the idea until I met the person I never wanted to let go of again. Suddenly I wanted nothing more but to have her bonded to me and for me to be bonded to her. I looked and searched for the perfect rings. Matching ones, but hers had a simple stone in the middle. A stone which was made of our blood. The perfect diamond, mixed with my and her blood. And then, we were married. Not like the words of others mattered to me, I would have been happy just to have her in my life, but to have her as my wife... it meant everything. 

I will not bore you of the events directly after the wedding, leave it up for your imagination I suppose, but I can assure you, she was the first woman who could have me at her feet with a simple look.

And she always looked at me with so much love and care. She was always so gentle and lovely.

When people say love burns like fire, they lie, my love for her burns like lava, much like the core of the Earth. I was ready to destroy everything and everyone who would dare get between us. If I had to, I would have burnt down villages for her, for she was mine.

And not long after, she gave me the greatest gift. 

A gift so precious.

I will never forget the look on her face when she told me, pure happiness.

She was with child.

Something I never even thought would be possible for me and yet there she was, getting more and more round with my child, with my son. Our son.

She was the sun for me. I have lived a long life in darkness and pain, and she made it all go away with a simple simple. I had a life of happiness thanks to her." Astarion leaned back in his chair once more when the noises from the kitchen stopped.

"STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD!"

"I have never used the word 'dead', My Love." Astarion turned to look at you as you exited the kitchen.

"But you made it sound like I am." you pouted as Astarion looked at the ring on your finger, he smiled as you placed the food on the table. "Don't listen to him, Love, he is but an old romantic." you said as you sat down.

"I am very much aware, Mother. I just like to listen to him talk about you." admitted your son as he smiled at the two of you. Now a grown man, yet all you could see was him as a little boy running around the house, hair silver like his father's but eyes the same as yours.

"That's because I love your mother very much."

"I love you too." you replied as you all finally began to eat.

You two loved each other for a thousand years, and you will continue to love for another thousand to come.

Your son could only hope to find such love.

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[dragonmurray]

Childish Games

Pairing - Loki x F Reader

In which a bet made amongst avengers junior agents leads you to finally confronting your feelings for Loki.

Warnings - smut

“What is it you want Price?” You asked the young agent as you stood in the training room of the Avengers compound. You had just completed a round of training with a group of first years, looking to work their way up in to the field and join the ranks of full agents.

You were already there. Having excelled in all fields, you were now working with the Avengers and actively joining missions. You had quarters in the Tower and there was never any doubt that you belonged there.

“Actually it’s what I can do for you Agent. It hasn’t gone unnoticed you know” said the cocky agent. He stood next to you, arms folded across his chest, smirking down at you as you gathered the last of the equipment from the floor, ready to head home for the evening.

“Please get to your point faster Price, we all have places to be” you couldn’t wait to get back to the Tower. To sneak in to the library and catch a certain god reading. How you loved when he would read to you and tell stories of his youth. You had struck up quite a friendship. Though your heart ached for more.

“You are alone agent y/n, there’s no Mr Agent waiting for you at the tower. You never date. I bet it’s been years since you’ve been kissed. Let me change that” he gripped your arm pulling you upwards in an attempt to bring his mouth to yours. Before he could get close to your face his arm was twisted enough to bend, his legs buckling and an undignified scream escaping his lips.

“Touch me again Price and I will break you, limb by limb, molecule by molecule, until there is nothing left of you but ash and unkissable dust. Now tell me, what the hell are you doing?” You pressed him further into the cold stone floor of the training room, your knee in his spine.

Suddenly the doors to the training room flew open. Loki entered, dragging an equally terrified female trainee behind him.

“Ah, I see I am too late to rescue you Agent. Have you heard what the children are up to?” His voice dripping with malice, sending a shiver down your spine. Did nothing sound bad from his mouth?

You looked at him with confusion as you buried your feelings, once again.

“It seems they have a game being played, they each have avengers assigned to them to try and seduce into bed. This poor thing here, picked me. A clear mistake on her part. I would never lower myself to such a level”. He glared at the trainee behind him, pushing her over to her friend on the floor as you stood up. Price letting out a relived cry.

Loki’s words stung. You knew he was a God. A God couldn’t be with a mortal, why would he try.

“Spill it Price, tell me everything” you sighed. Moving to stand next to Loki, looking down at the two agents like disappointed teachers.

“It’s just a bit of fun, seeing how far we could get before the end of the year. We’ve only got 2 weeks left and you’re the only two left not to crack. You’ve never been seen with anyone so we figured we had to try” he whined rubbing his bruised arm, and ego.

“So this is all because we’re the only avengers not throwing ourselves around? Although I am surprised at Steve” you shrugged.

“He caved pretty quickly, Janine dressed up in a 40s uniform and he kissed her then cried, it was pretty sad actually” said the female agent, she looked down as she mumbled.

Loki stepped forward “I see. Well, we disappoint you then. And it’s off to bed for you two. Goodnight agents, we will leave this little failed operation between ourselves, for now” he glowered down at the two.

As he was talking, an idea was forming in your head. Slowly working it’s way to the surface.

“You know, we could end this now Loki. Take ourselves off the game cards” you said.

He slowly turned to you, his eyes shimmering with confusion.

“I mean, I don’t know about you but I don’t like being cornered by idiots. I also don’t like the reputation of never being kissed. Which isn’t true by the way” you glared at Price.

The two agents on the floor stood up, thinking they were about to win big and compete their score cards. But, before they could straighten, Loki took two strides across the room taking your face in his hands and bringing your mouths together.

You stumbled but his hand reached behind your back pressing you against him, hard. He tilted his head, his tongue asking permission to enter your mouth which you granted, still too shocked as your arms hung in the air unsure how to react.

As his tongue slid against yours, you melted. Your hands went to his chest, gripping his shirt. He moaned in to your mouth pulling you even closer to him. As if nothing was good enough, as if he needed to be one with you.

The two agents stood dumbfounded. As moans started to fill the room they made their hasty escape. Either way they had lost this round.

As the training room door slammed shut you pulled backwards gasping for breath and sanity.

“I… we… I mean..” you stuttered, with no idea what you were even trying to say.

Loki gave you a devilish smile. “Oh agent, I couldn’t agree more” he pulled you back to him slamming your lips together as you both gasped. Gripping each other and pulling at each other’s clothes.

He pushed you backwards until you hit the locker wall, instantly gripping your thighs to wrap them around his waist. You opened up for him, grinding on to him. Incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth.

“I had always pictured our first time being slow, meticulous on my part Agent, but I fear I am past the point of no return. I need to be inside you, now, I have already waited too long to show you how I feel” Loki growled into your ear as he placed kisses down your neck. Your head falling back in ecstasy.

“I didn’t hear a lot of that, my head is swimming. But if I’m correct, then take me Loki, now, please” you sighed.

A green glow worked it’s way across your bodies as your clothes melted away. His cock pressing against your dripping core as the barriers between you disappeared. You took his face in your hands forcing him to look into your eyes.

“Loki, I need you to know. To me you are always worthy. I will always chose you” overwhelmed with emotions you poured your heart out as a million fantasies finally came true.

Loki’s eyes blazed in to yours with so much emotion you couldn’t comprehend.

“Y/n. I have waited eternity for you, and I will spend eternity worshipping you”

With his declaration he pushed inside you. Both of your crying out in pleasure as he set a steady pace. You had never felt anything like this and could do nothing more than grip his shoulders as the pleasure built inside you.

He picked up the pace, burying his head in your shoulder. Kissing and biting as he speared in to you. You couldn’t hold it any longer, your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train and you screamed his name.

Loki gripped your hair to slam your mouths together as he emptied himself inside you. Both of your breaths mingling as you tried to steady your heart rates.

His forehead rested on yours as he slowly withdrew from you, setting your shaking legs on the ground but not letting you go incase you fell. The green glow clothes you both again and you held on to each other. Emotions whirling around you.

Doubt started to creep in. Was this all a heat of the moment scenario? Would he move on to the next conquest? Loki saw your eyes change and tilted your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Take my hand Agent. We are going to my chambers and we will not leave until I have worshipped every inch of your body and proved to you that you are mine” he kissed your hand and started walked towards the door pulling you with him.

A cracking sound filled the room as Tony’s voice came over the intercom “Does no one in this compound care about the cameras? My eyes are burned. Also I erased it, you’re welcome kids”

#loki smut #loki #loki god of mischief #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki of asgard #loki x you #loki x y/n

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Oral Fixation

Summary: Obi-Wan lets his usually innocent girlfriend suck the life out of him 😘

A/N: Finally posted for my favourite space daddy enjoy ;)

Warnings: blowjob, degrading, slight throat fucking, lmk if i should add more

Word Count: 1.6k

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Getting bored of the book in your lap you shifted to give Obi-Wan attention. He’d been playing with your hair since you’d been sitting between his legs on the floor. The way he’d been running his calloused hand through your hair and across your shoulders made you a little needy. Obi-Wan was so sweet and his gentle touches gave you ideas you probably should’ve shut down. You turned around to face him for some cuddles.

“Hey beautiful” He whispered as you rested your cheek against his thigh. “Hi,” You replied, putting the drawstring of his pants in your mouth to suck on it since you always seemed to need something in your mouth. “How about I give you something else to suck on?” He asked, you couldn’t tell if he was trying to seduce you or not. If Obi-Wan was purposefully being suggestive. The idea of sucking on his dick had become very appealing to your innocent brain as of late. All you could think about was pleasuring him. The only problem was your inexperience, the furthest you’d even got was letting Obi-Wan go down on you.

“Like what Obi?” You replied slowly you inching your hand toward his covered cock and moving your fingers across the bulge. Obi-Wan tensed up and looked at you in shock as you traced the outline of it. “Y/N” He breathed out confused. You looked up at him and he couldn’t help but wonder if you even knew what you were doing with those big innocent eyes. “I was just kidding my darling I-” He began to explain. “I wanna make you feel good” You whispered pausing your soft strokes. He chuckled and you leaned up to kiss him situating yourself properly on your knees. “Obi I need to occupy my mouth,” You told him with a slow bite of your lip.

He couldn’t help but smile at your desperation for his cock. “I’ve never sucked a dick before” You whispered nervously. “Love you really don’t have to force yourself-” Obi-Wan started. You smacked his thigh gently and he let out a dry laugh. “I am not forcing myself I need to…I just don’t know how” You told him.

His eyes widened trying to figure out a response to his usually shy girlfriend. “Please teach me Obi” You whined using those doe eyes you knew worked wonders on him. “Please?” You begged again running your finger up the seam of his pants to feel his half-hard cock beneath the layers. “If you really insist Y/N” He grinned and you nodded eagerly. “I absolutely insist Kenobi”

You watched attentively as he removed his pants and then his boxers and your eyes widened at how big he was. “Wow,” You giggled you weren’t expecting it to be so…beautiful? You followed suit taking off your top for him to gaze at your tits. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel guilty, not wanting to take advantage of his pure angel. Although that didn’t stop the thoughts of fucking your throat seep into his head. He’d never admit it but that image lived in his skull whenever he got a little too aroused. You glanced up at him before hesitantly licking his tip to see what he’d do or more importantly what he tasted like.

“Shit” He sighed. The warm dribble of his pre-cum was slightly salty against your tongue. But Knowing it was him, the purest form of Obi-Wan, made it ten times more delicious. “Wait you just…you’ve gotta be careful darling, I don’t want you to get hurt” He worried. “I won’t I promise. It’s so big and yummy please” You begged.

As many times as Obi-Wan imagined you on your knees for him swallowing his cock whole he couldn’t let you get hurt. Knowing how eager you were for him and how you often ended up getting too excited he refused to let you accidentally hurt yourself. “Here practice on my fingers first” He suggested and you nodded eagerly, anything to get closer to sucking on him.

“Be gentle ‘kay? Start slow love and no teeth” He started with his thumb pressing the pad of it against your tongue drool pooling in your mouth before you enthusiastically sucked on his thumb. Holding his wrist you looked up at him for approval taking his thumb deeper. “Good girl Y/N. Move your tongue a little too” He suggested before you flicked your tongue across his nail. “Just don’t go too far alright? Don’t gag too hard or y’know bite me” Obi-Wan smiled trying to be funny but losing his usual dry charm.

Rolling your eyes you pulled back with a string of spit connecting you to him. “Please Obi-Wan I just wanna suck your cock” You complained. “Okay, okay I know my smart girl will figure it out” He smirked and you felt a sense of pride bubble within you at the praise. With the little knowledge you had of pleasuring a man, you started by spitting on his cock and spreading it over his hard length.

“Mhm that’s my girl” He nodded. “Does my hand feel okay?” You asked. “More than okay,” He said in a husky voice. Fuelled by his words you licked a stripe from the base of him to the tip swirling your tongue around his head causing him to stifle a moan. The noises he made sent a fire straight to your core. You made it your job to pull the most disgusting moans from his throat for your own pleasure. For the first time, you wrapped your mouth completely around him sucking on his tip again and then pushing deeper. Saliva began escaping your lips and sliding down his cock.

“Shit, my love that’s perfect” He praised cupping the back of your head in his hand and rubbing his thumb comfortingly just behind your ear. You giggled sucking deeper onto his cock feeling it occasionally hit the back of your throat not yet setting off any gagging. His deep groans and whispers of praise clouded your vision making you completely desperate to satisfy Obi-Wan.

Confidentially you pushed further before gagging on his fat cock. Thick strings of drool spilt from your mouth as you pulled back. “Good little sl-” Obi-Wan stopped mid-sentence not wanting to discourage you. “Call me a slut Obi-Wan, I’m just a little toy for you” You whimpered craving his degrading words. Deciding on taking a break from sucking you began rubbing your tongue up and down the length of his cock and hesitantly touched his balls.

“My precious whore, you’re not as stupid as I thought” He let out a shaky breath as you very carefully toyed with them. “Am I doing good Master?” You smirked urging him for more degrading or approving words. His jaw almost hit the ground hearing you call him that, he couldn’t help but feel 10 times more turned on though. “Perfect my dear keep-keep your pretty lips on me, show me what a perfect fuck toy you are” He replied scrunching your hair into a makeshift ponytail and tugging on it eliciting a whine from your throat.

You wrapped your lips around his thick cock once more bringing Obi-Wan even closer to his orgasm. The mix of gentle sucking and touching of his balls had him on edge. You gagged a little on his dick again this time just letting the drool drip down to his balls and your chin. He knew he’d never get over the sight of you being so cock drunk all for him willingly gagging yourself on his dick.

“Good girl, s-such a good girl” He mumbled resisting the urge to thrust deeper into your throat. You continued even faster now determined to take his hot cum. Take it all down your throat till you choked. “Love you so much Y/N” He forced the words from his throat with breathy sighs in between causing your slick to coat your pink panties at his deep moans. The little composure he had left snapped as Obi-Wan bucked his hips deep into your throat making you gag, creating a disgustingly arousing noise. You loved it.

Even with tears dripping down your cheeks you were still desperate for his approval, glancing up from between his legs you watch him. Seeing how you turned noble Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi into a mess gave you a slight sense of accomplishment. You were Obi-Wan’s weakness and you adored it.

“Y/N holy stars, I’m gonna cum you b-better stop,” He told you momentarily opening his eyes. You attempted a laugh and sucked harder begging for his cum. Just as you were about to have it you were distracted, he fucking whimpered. Your eyes widened at the soft noise he let out before the milky liquid hit your tongue.

You gladly began swallowing it. The salty cum spurted from his tip and when you couldn’t take it anymore you pulled back guiding the rest of it to land across your tits. You continued working him through it using your hand to slowly pleasure his sensitive flesh. When he finished you kissed the tip of his pink head once more and then pecked his lips while he caught his breath. His eyes moved down to your cum covered tits. “Cumslut” He whispered making you giggle proudly.

“You’re exceptionally good at that” He sighed. “You whimpered” Was all you said making him blush. “I did not whimper” He replied. “More of a complimentary moan just for your ears” He explained making you smile. “I love your cock…it’s pretty” You grinned gently grazing your fingertips over the coppery leg hair on his thighs. “I think it’s your turn” He smirked lifting you onto the couch. “Even little whores deserve to cum” He teased. You giggled eagerly wanting to feel his beard against your pussy again. “Please, Master Kenobi?”

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[tastefulstars]

Keep Me Close

You get to see a side of Billy that no one else has.

billy hargrove x f!reader

a/n: ok i know a lot of people hc billy as daddy dom but no. no that boy is prime sub material and who am i to deny every desire my pea brain comes up with? this isn’t what i planned and it took a hard left turn but i cant bring myself to care.

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. unprotected sex. piv, oral (m receiving), sub!billy, dom!reader, restraints, sensory play (kind of), praise kink, jealousy, no real proof reading.

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Your relationship with Billy was, well, not a relationship - not even a friendship really, which made it all the more confusing.

You'd flirt and tease, making out at parties, pressed against a strangers sink, but nothing more than that has happened - you didn't think anything more than that would happen. Neither of you seemed to be in too much of a rush to take it further.

You'd watch as Billy would flirt his way around town, seemingly fucking everyone but you. Jealousy simmered under your skin, your pride kept you from going to him.

Oh how you wanted, wanted to be the one he seduced. All coy smiles and soft words and even softer touches. Wanted more than just a quick fuck. Wanted him laid out in your bed and looking up at you in absolute adoration as you rode him, wanted him to press words of devotion into your skin, wanted him to stay - curled around you and your fingers buried in his hair.

Mostly, you just wanted him to choose you.

Maybe you were being foolish, a silly girl with a silly crush, but you couldn't stop the painful squeeze of your heart or the burning jealousy that made your jaw clench every time you watched him flirt with someone else - knowing that he'd be pressed against you at the next party, licking into your mouth and holding your hips tight.

You had enough.

If he could string you along and sleep around town then why couldn't you?

You started dressing a little bit more revealing, reveling in the attention boys started paying to you. You attended more parties, dancing and flirting with whoever caught your eye. You never actually slept with any of them but the idea that you would kept a small group of guys following you around. You had them eating out of the palm of your hand.

You felt powerful.

All you had to do was bat your eyes, pout a little, and they would be tripping over themselves to do whatever you wanted.

A group of your friends, and your ever loyal shadows, had organized to spend a day at the local pool. You slipped on your tiny black bikini, you had bought the most revealing one you could find, pulled a loose dress over the top.

Climbing out of the backseat of one of the boys cars, you warmly greet your friends. Laughing and chatting as you made your way into the pool. One of the girls giggles.

“Oh - look who’s here today!” Her voice is high and she’s giggling in between words. You glance over and spot Billy, sitting on the lifeguard’s chair. His curly hair tucked behind his ears and framing his face beautifully, dark sunglasses perched high on his nose hide his baby blues.

“I forgot he worked here” You hadn’t.

You feel his eyes on you as you slowly, teasingly, pull your dress up.

You feel the eyes of your shadows too. ‘Let me get that’ one’s rushing to your side to take your dress, ‘here, I saved you the lounge chair’ another is saying, and a third chimes up with ‘I’ll get you a drink - do you want an icy pop too?’

You lay back, drinks and snacks appearing out of nowhere when you even hint at being thirsty, hungry. You laugh with your friends and after a while, grow bored. You roll your head and eye up your friends, ignoring the boys.

“Wanna swim?” You asks lazily, pulling yourself off the chair and you can hear the boys tripping over themselves to chase after you.

Your day was long but good. You enjoyed the cool water against your skin, enjoyed laying on the lounge chair and soaking up the warm sunlight. You were starting to get tired and gathered up your dress to change, heading to the bathroom and rolling your eyes when one of the boys asks if you need help.

You’re heading back to the group, hands full of your wet swimmers, when there’s fingers wrapping around your elbow and pulling you. You let Billy lead you into the storage shed and raise your eyebrow.

“Yes?” You ask. He’s just staring at you, jaw clenching.

“What are you doing?” He snaps, eyebrows furrowed and oh, you almost laugh, he’s jealous. 

“Spending time with my friends?” You say like it should be obvious. You weren’t going to give into him - give him what he wanted, to throw yourself at him, beg him for forgiveness.

He makes a low sound, a frustrated growl, that makes your cunt pulse. He’s stalking forward, getting into your space.

“You know that’s not what I mean” His voice is low and if you were anyone else, it would be intimidating. “What are you doing, wearing barely anything all the time and going to parties and flirting with all those boys?”

Oh so he had noticed after all, your stomach flutters and toes curl. You raise your chin. 

“Why do you care?” You ask him, voice hard, “I’m not your girlfriend”

“I-”

“No” You cut him off, stepping closer and staring him down, “No - you don’t get to fuck your way around town, string me along and then get mad at me for doing the same damn thing”

That’s when you notice it - he’s never had a girl challenge him and he’s dropping his eyes, lowering his shoulders, making himself seem smaller. Arousal sings through your body. Ohh, you could work with this. You reach up, cupping the back of his neck with your hand and squeeze. His eyes flicker back to yours.

“You act all tough and like a bad boy, fuckin’ anyone who’ll let you” Your voice is low, hand still firmly holding Billy by the neck, “You think you have to, don’t you? Don’t want to admit that you just want someone else to take charge? To look after you and let you sink into your pleasure without questions?”

He takes a deep breath in, shuddering and he lowers his eyes again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” It sounds weak, unconvincing. You just look at him.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” You tell him, giving his neck a gentle squeeze, “I’ll meet you at your car”

You don’t wait for him to nod, to agree, you just leave. You gather your things and say goodbye to your group, much to the boys disappointment, and perch on top of the hood of his car, waiting. You slide down once he reaches you, pressed against his front.

“Why don’t you drive for a bit? Find us a nice quiet spot and we can talk” Your voice is sweet like honey and he doesn’t speak, nodding.

He drives too fast and grips the steering wheel too tight and you worry that maybe you’re pushing it, that he doesn’t really want to give up control, that he didn’t want you to be the one he’s vulnerable for. You rest your hand on his thigh and you see him relax a little, glancing at you for a beat before turning and watching the road.

He’s pulling into a secluded wooded area, turning the car off and just, waiting. You reach over, tugging gently on a lock of his hair. His head turns to you but he’s not really looking at you, eye darting around your head.

“Billy” You murmur, soft, not wanting to break the silence, "look at me"

He does, eyes locking onto yours. You cup his cheek and he leans into your palm.

"Tell me what you want, baby boy"

His eyes slip closed, his nose scrunches before he relaxes.

"I, I just want" He struggles a little bit, to find the words but you're happy to wait, stroking your thumb over his cheek.

"I just want to not have to think for a while" He finally breathes, words spilling past his lips before he can stop them, "My dad's a piece of shit and everyone expects me to be this big tough guy and I'm angry, all the time, and Max hates me and, I just - no one wants me, to take care of me. You're the first person who hasn't made me feel like I have to act. You always just let me give you what I needed and never asked for more."

You hold his face between your hands and your heart breaks at the sight of his watery eyes. You were going to ask him to fuck you on the hood of his car, but now - no, that wouldn't do. You press a soft kiss onto his lips.

"Will you let me take care of you?" Your lips brush against his as you talk, "I want you to take us to my home, I want to make you feel good"

He nods as best as he can with you holding him, you press another kiss onto his lips. He presses forward as you lean back, chasing your lips. You laugh softly and give him a final kiss.

You keep a hand on him as he drives, holding his thigh. You squeeze gently when he pulls up. Taking his hand, you lead him to your room.

You hold his hand on your lap, and look him in the eye. He's just staring at you, eyes wide and almost pleading. How anyone hadn't noticed this before, his need to let go, shocked you.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes" He nods, no hesitation. Something blossoms inside you and your chest flutters.

You slip down onto your knees, kneeling in front of him. You press quick kisses to each thigh and deftly work his shoes off his feet. He sighs as you gently rub his calves, working your fingers up until your hands are resting on his thighs again. You slip your hands up his torso, using the momentum to slip his tank off him.

"Lay down" You tell him gently, guiding him until his head is on your pillows, "Comfortable?"

His smile is small but no less blinding, he murmurs out a quiet 'yeah'. You shift, straddling his waist.

"Trust me?" You whisper again as you take his wrists in your hands, holding them above his head.

"I trust you" His voice is even and you believe him. You slide off him and dig through your closet, finding an old shirt you roll - twisting and knotting it until it's turned into makeshift restraints. You slip one hand through the opening, tightening it and looping the fabric through the headboard before securing his other hand in the second opening.

Once his arms are fixed to your headboard you sit back, weight settling on Billy's hips. He looks beautiful - strong arms framing his head, curly hair splayed out on your pillow, pupils blown wide.

You gently stroke his cheek with a single finger, trailing it over his features, down his chin, his neck. You caress his firm chest, applying soft pressure and stroking him, willing him to relax completely. You scrape your nails down his chest and stomach, watching as the muscles under your touch tense and relax.

“How do you feel?” You ask, dragging your gaze from his firm stomach to his eyes. He looks relaxed, eyes hooded and lips parted.

“I’m good” He murmurs on a soft sigh, “feels good”

You shuffle backwards, kneeling between his legs. His shorts are tented and dick hard. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted - wanted to feel him inside you, but you wanted to take care of him first. You rub your hands firmly down his thighs, gently kneading the flesh of his legs and working out any tension.

Your stomach flips and flutters when his soft sighs and groans reach your ears.

“Feel good?” You whisper.

“Hmm” He’s voice is sleepy, relaxed, “yeah”

“I’m going to make you come, handsome” He trembles at your words, “Going to make you feel good”

“Please”

You drag your fingers to the waistband of his shorts, hooking them in and slowly dragging them down his legs and dropping them onto the floor beside you. His cock is long and thick, flushed red and leaking precum. You gently wrap your fingers around the shaft and Billy’s whole body jerks at your touch. You keep your touch light, soft, and slow - fisting his cock until he’s gasping and rocking his hips up to meet your fist, his hand’s straining against his restraints.

You lower yourself, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and Billy shouts. Sucking gently, you let your spit gather in your mouth before you pull back slightly, letting the saliva dribble down his cock. You sink your mouth down on him, his groans and moans going straight to your cunt.

You didn’t think you were going to be able give Billy up now that you’d tasted him. The skin on his cock was smooth and velvety under your lips, the precum leaking onto your tongue salty and musky. You could lay here, sucking Billy’s cock for hours, but this wasn’t about what you wanted.

So you work a little harder, fisting the base of his cock and cupping his balls and rolling them in your palm, take him a little deeper in your throat.

“Oh- I’m” Billy is panting, thighs and hips twitching around you, “I‘m close”

You take him as deep as you can and swallow around him and he’s crying out, tensing and spilling down your throat. You work him through it, gently licking, cleaning his cock until Billy’s whining and shifting away from your lips. His head is tipped back, breathing hard and gasping.

“You’re so beautiful” You tell him, stroking your palms across his torso. You gently trail your fingers across his skin as you wait for him to catch his breath. Your cunt is beating in time with your heart, slick dribbling down your thighs and your skin feels electric.

You’ve never wanted anyone as much as you wanted Billy right now but you’re content with waiting. Wanting him to be ready, to be with you when you sink down on his cock, so you drag your nails down his skin and watch.

His eyes crack open after a few minutes and oh dear, if he looked beautiful with his eyes closed then he’s downright gorgeous now that he’s got his eyes locked on yours.

You shift upwards, settling on his waist again and rub at his biceps, worried they were aching. He’s looking up at you with a soft look on his face, blissed out and adoring.

“Good?” You ask, toes curling. He smiles softly and, well, that does it - you were never letting him out of your sight now.

“I’m good” He mumbles, voice low, “I- thank you”

“Tell me when you’re ready” You instruct, “I want to ride you, make you spill inside me”

He groans softly, eyes closing and you lean down, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. You kiss him, licking into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip, for what feels like hours. You’re panting into each other’s mouths, Billy’s arms pulling against the cloth holding him down, and you’re rocking your hips against his stomach - grinding down on him and making him moan.

“Please - can you?” He’s asking quietly, head turned and buried in his bicep.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

His cheeks flush slightly and you let him work it out, not pressing him for his answer. He opens his eyes, peering at you from under his lashes and you melt - he could ask you for anything and you’d give it to him.

“Wanna feel you. Want to be inside you” He breathes out, shyly. You just press kisses against his temple and cheek and murmur out a quiet, ‘of course’.

He watches you as you quickly strip, eyes wide and mouth parted. He drinks you in and his hands clench like he’s wanting nothing more than to touch.

“You’re gorgeous” He breathes and you feel yourself flush - tummy full of butterflies. You kiss him as you press him inside your cunt, sinking down and and down until you’re flush against his hips. You’re moaning at the stretch and Billy is gasping, bucking up and pressing his cock deeper.

“Oh fuck” He grunts, voice trembling. You press your forehead against his and you roll your hips. “Oh god”

“You feel so good, baby” Your voice is soft, words spilled in time with each roll of your hips.

“Feel so good inside me. You’re doing such a good job for me, aren’t you? My good boy”

You felt pride surge through you as he’s reduced to a whining mess, gasping and shuddering as you lavish him with praises. His face is scrunched up and he’s gasping for breath, you almost want to break him - to make him beg, but now isn’t the time for that. You reach down, fingering your clit and rocking harder, faster.

“I wanna come all over your big cock and then you’re going to fill me up, aren’t you?” You moan, cunt fluttering around him, you were getting close.

“Yes” He gasps, “Yes- I’m going to-”

You press your clit just a touch harder and you explode, shaking and clamping down on Billy’s cock - Billy immediately follows, moaning loudly as he rocks his hips up into you and rides out his climax.

Your arms give out and you press your forehead against Billy’s heat, panting. You feel his rough breaths and his chest heave, feel his heart pounding. He makes a small noise above you and you sit, rising off him and letting his cock slip out of you.

You reach up, releasing his hands from their bonds and gently lowering them to his sides, not wanting the muscles to seize up after being still for so long. You press a kiss on his temple and slide off the bed, whispering a quick ‘be back in a tick’, you slide your dress on and slip out the room. 

You return with a towel and a damp cloth, cleaning his cock gently before you pull your dress off again. Climbing back onto the bed, you wrap yourself around him and sigh softly when he curls his body, arms tight, around you and buries his face into your chest.

“You okay?” You say into his hair, he squeezes you.

“Yeah” His voice is rough and broken, you kiss his hair again.

“You did so well, baby boy” You whisper, “also-”

You pull back, pushing him slightly until you’re looking him in the eye.

“-You’re mine now, understood?”

“Yes” He breathes softly, his gaze full of love.

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargove smut #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #billy stranger things #i:my writing

[icarlyspanishsubtitles]

ask: could you write a story with quackity about the reader looking at the constellation and rambling about it and alex just admiring her and then she says that he has a little constellation pattern with his moles?

this is such a cute idea! so I’m new to this app and when I got this ask I accidentally deleted it😭

Warnings: cursing, fluff, no use of y/n, female pronouns.

our star crossed sky ⭐️

alexs pov:

I was in a late night roblox stream with my close friend charlie.

“..what the actual fuck are you wearing?”

I question trying not to laugh at his Nicki Minaj outfit.

“quackity. this is my true FORM.”

I snicker at him covering my face, when I hear a notification go off on my phone and pick it up. I barely pick up the phone to see the contact name “rat<3”

the slightly rude contact name is actually my best friend.I’m a little confused on why she’s up so late, knowing she has college tomorrow. I check the message,

” hey you wanna go to the park? I’ve been studying and I am bored.”

I feel a smile form onto my lips. not the type that I get when charlie makes a joke, the type where I have to remind myself to breathe and the smile starts to hurt. almost immediately get my sneakers, as im still on call with charlie.

“hey man uhm I gotta go do something, uh yeah. sorry bye charlie’s chat!”

before he can respond I get off call, and start walking to the park.

when I arrive the only thing I can see is the back of her as she’s on the swing, and the light of brightness on her phone. I slowly walk towards her and whisper next to her ear,

”boo.”

she jumps up frightened, which the expression on her face makes me wheeze. she rolls her eyes and slaps me lightly on my chest.

“yeah real funny asshole.”

I make myself stop laughing, while I still have a stupid grin on my face. I put my hands up acting as if I just got caught,

”my bad my bad.”

her annoyed look quickly changes into a smile as she grabs my hand pulls me with her.

“W-where are we going?!”

I exclaimed laughing. she drags me to the empty part of the park where it’s a grass field, very muddy considering how hard it rained the night before. her cross body bag was holding a towel, she holds it in her hand looking at me.

“wanna sit?”

she suggested seemingly quite antsy. It was the kind of look even if I wanted to say no I couldn’t have. I close my eyes nodding, after she gets my approval I see her setting out the towel and laying down on it. I stand there for a moment looking at her smiling, she takes my hand gently making me sit next to her.

we get comfortable being shoulder to shoulder, she sighs softly while in the corner of my eye, I see her tiny smile.

“What’s up?”

she sighs and looks at me for a second then looks up to the rows of stars.

“Do you see that little pattern in the sky?”

she asks as she turns her head to me, still looking at the sky. I noticed how pretty she looked, with the light of the night sky barely dimming up her voice. I was so distracted I almost forgot to respond, I nod looking at her. she finally notices me looking at her, and laughs slightly as she tilts my face up to the sky.

she lets go of my face, and points to an area of the stars.

“you see that right there? that is cygnus, and in latinized greek it’s known as swan. also you know how usually in greek mythology there’s usually one persona ?”

I smirk at her slightly and whisper,

“I think so.”

while looking at her talking “well cygnus is different, it has multiple. well like zeus morphed into a swan to seduce a goddess named lea, or one says Orpheus got murdered and was placed next to the swan.. there’s many more but I can’t remember”

she laughed softly looking down. the way she was talking about something she was passionate about made me just smile. she didn’t talk too much, let alone ramble.

she tilted her head slightly, I felt her hand go onto the lower side of my cheek,and her fingers under my jaw. I quietly laugh more than less awkwardly,

”you okay?”

she smiles a little, tilting her head leaning in. my eyes widened, not knowing what she was intending, before she speaks so sweetly.

“your face has orion’s belt..”

I look away to the side trying to cover up the huge grin she’s given me. She turns my head again,

“stoppp”

i murmured blushing, as she laughed. I look at her the huge smile on my face, as turned into a look of love.

we sat together as i was careful of my movements, not trying to be uncomfortable or weird. this would’ve been a perfect time to kiss, but she held my hand instead.. and that was definitely enough for me

thank you guys sm for reading! I hope that your day was good, and feel absolutely free to request an idea it helps a lot! 💌💌

#alex quackity x reader #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity fanfic #fluff #romance #quackity

[oneangstymotherfucker]

Another thing that bothers me is the way antis will use the word "coded". Coded is a word for groups that aren't allowed to have explicit representation to use for when authors make something that's obviously for them under the radar. Like queer coded. In kids shows there can also be stuff with coding for neurodivergent characters, and race coding can also be a thing. The idea is authors can't directly do what they want because society is being a dick (like they want to make x and x characters gay or have a Black main character) and so they code it so that people of those groups can still see themselves in it and Understand What They Mean.

So "child-coded" and "family-coded" are not things that even make sense. If the author wanted a character to be read as related or a child they would have simply written them that way! Nothing was stopping them! I respect all headcannons, but you headcannoning someone as a child or related and seeing your own evidence for it is not the same as coding.

Do you know what is coded though? Sebaciel. That ship is so heavily queer coded- in everything from the way the characters are drawn to the age gap to the campiness to the contract, the relationship-that-isn't-a-relationship-because-taboo!

These are classic queer tropes. They are all over the place in queer fiction, especially older queer fiction, to illustrate and emotionally navigate relationships that are considered by society predatory and taboo. Queers have always been painted as predatory. Because when you kicked out your teenage kid for being queer, guess where they went? They found some older queers to take them in. And support them in ways you never could, and see their strengths. And then people would say little Johnny was "seduced" or "taken advantage of" by some "degenerates" and "perverts" because they didn't want to take the blame of putting little Johnny on the streets. (Ofc sometimes im sure there were predators doing this maliciously, but that doesn't mean it was always the case. Not everyone wants to take advantage of people.)

Queer people also tend to have overlapping relationships because of social ostricization. For example, your dating history is your friend group and back in the days of Houses and mentors, your dating history might also have them in it too.

Age gaps are also a very quintessential trope in queer fiction. It makes a lot of sense when you think of how someone whose family life was suddenly cut short (or never really there in the first place) would end up wanting the sort of dynamic where someone was there to take care of them. And again- I'm sure that this was sometimes abused by a handful of people, but it as a fiction and as a desire is part of queer history and has been for hundreds of years. Most people whose parents pushed them aside or actively hurt them end up with daddy/mommy issues! Not everyone of course but a good amount! I want a daddy! I feel so much younger than I am because I am only just now getting to live my life as me!!! So of course i project myself onto and want to read stories about some little victorian boy and his op demon butler!!

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Ciel is very heavily queer coded. He was ignored by his family and then forcibly removed from it (because they died here, ofc) and the fact that he is essentially rescued from his powerlessness, aloneness, from being abused and taken advantage of by Sebastian, who is also very queer coded, ticks a lot of boxes. Then there's the whole messaging of Sebastian being seen as an abusive monster (when he is really quite caring of Ciel) and Ciel being seen as some perverted, broken, godless freak (ey what queers haven't heard those?), the religious implications of "making a pact with a demon" ("you can't be holy because of this relationship! Satan made u gay!!!!"), the victorian setting, the costume choices, the idea of being eaten, hell even the kinky undertones of the power dynamics- there are too many queer tropes to count. Even Ciel's age, when taken metaphorically- someone who hasn't been given the chance to have much experience, who isn't taken seriously, who does not have the social standing of someone who can hold their own against "grownups"- can all be read as coding for someone being descriminated against. Raise your hand if you're queer and have been called 'boy' or 'girl' derogatory/been treated like a kid for no reason!

I'd go so far as to say that most of the reason Black Butler squicks so many people is because the coding is so overt and obvious, but people still take it literally and think it just means "p3dO!1!!!1!". Probably because ya'll stay away from queer history because the Elders reclaimed slurs and that makes u angry lol.

The fact is even if Sebastian and Ciel never "get together", their relationship is still inherently queer and always will be. And quite frankly if it was cannon then it wouldn't be coded anymore it would just be gay. :)

Anyways thats how i feel about coding thanks for comin to my ted talk. x

#sebaciel #proship #queer fiction #queer coded #coding #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x ciel #queer history #im not even halfway through the show yet and i have so many feelings god #yaoi

[angellayercake]

Pomegranate Noir

NSFW

Papa Emeritus III x Reader

AO3

The air was humid and warm when you let yourself into Papa’s quarters. The room was dark save for the lit fire and a wedge of light spilling from the open bathroom door like an invitation. A haze of steam blurred your vision as it hung in the air carrying the scent of one of his obscenely expensive bath oils right to you, encouraging you to follow it and find the man that had summoned you here. You paused for a moment letting the scent wash over you trying to identify which oil he had chosen this evening, it was always a good indication of his mood.  

Closing your eyes you breathe in and try and parse out the different notes. The first thing you can sense is a cloying, fruity sweetness, tart and rich that reminds you of pomegranates but then underneath that a spicy, woody musk. It’s one of his darker, sensual favourites and you suspect you are about to be thoroughly seduced. You follow your nose and the flickering light into his ensuite, excited by what you will find there.  

You lean against the doorframe taking in the scene before you. Candles are scattered over every available surface centering around the clawfoot tub that dominated the room. And there he was laying back in the steaming water, petals of violet and jasmine floating on the surface, a sweating  glass of white wine balanced on his fingers and other hand wrapped around his half hard cock pulling slowly. Your breath catches at the sight. His paints are already washed clean allowing you to see the flush that has bloomed on his cheeks and spread to his chest, whether from the heat of the bath, the wine or his arousal. Perhaps all three. He moans quietly as his hand moves to caress his balls and further still. If the scent hadn’t already given you an idea of his plans for this evening watching him now would have.

He must sense your presence because his eyes flick open. The pupil of his green eye blown wide already with lust while his white eye remained focused and pinpointed on you.

‘Ah Cara mia, you are finally here. I would apologise for starting without you but your Papa has had such a hard day,’ He was attempting to look at you with regret but his eyes held that sparkle of mischief that was always present when he was in this mood. You would be very surprised if this wasn’t exactly how he planned for you to find him.  

‘It’s ok Papa.’ You move away from the door frame walking towards him letting your eyes run over the tableau he has so carefully prepared. He had gone to such an effort it would be rude not to give it the appreciation it deserved. When you eventually look up to his face again you are pleased by the look of pure satisfaction you are met with. Ever the showman he preens under your attention and you do so enjoy him like this. The mantle of Papa is more than just a job and some face paint, it is a mask he must wear almost always. But you hope at least that these little games allow him to play a different role. One a little closer to who he really is and with every invitation you accept he allows you to see a little bit more of him. 

You think he may have noticed the soft way you were looking at him because he quickly redirects your attention. He doesn’t always shy away from sentimentality but that usually comes a bit later in the evening when you are both satiated and high on the aftermath of your activities.

‘Even with all this,’ he gestures with the wine glass, very close to spilling the contents over the rim. ‘I find myself restless. I think there is something else I am needing to take the edge off si?’

‘Is that anything I can help with Papa?’ He squeezes his cock which is growing ever harder in his hand and looks up at you through his steam damp lashes. It is impressive that while you are well acquainted with his carnal talents and he is laid out before you the epitome of lustful temptation with only a look he can appear so demure and make you shiver at his coy suggestion. 

‘I do hope so Cara.’ He hands you his wine glass as he sits up. You drain what’s left, a little drop escaping the side of the glass which you catch with your tongue as he watches you intently. He stands up slowly and rivulets of water make their way down his body, droplets catching in his hair and glistening in the flickering candle light. There are a few petals stuck to his chest so you use them as an excuse to run your hands over him before dropping them back into the water and offering your hand to help him step out of the tub.

Once he is safely out you leave the wine glass on the counter and fetch one of his fluffy towels. He makes no effort to cover himself just runs it over his damp skin one area at a time giving you plenty to look at while you wait. He bends at the waist throwing a smirk back at you as he does drying first his feet then working his way up his calves to his thighs and as you allow your eyes to trace upwards you notice it. A sparkling purple jewel surrounded by gold nestled between his ass cheeks, which could only be attached to a plug. Your body gets caught between gasping and moaning so instead you just choke and he giggles, actually giggles to himself as he straightens up, considering his little tease a success. 

‘I was thinking we could try something a little different tonight,’ he says as he hangs up the towel by the door and saunters back towards you, still completely bare. You don’t know where to look flustered as you are. If you didn’t adore him so much you would hate him for how much enjoyment he took in putting you off balance. ‘As I say your Papa has so much responsibility and it has been weighing him down so perhaps you would help look after him tonight?’ 

‘Of course Papa,’ you practically whisper still in a slight daze from the shock of lust he inspired in you. ‘Whatever you want.’ 

‘Ah so good to me, I knew I could count on you.’ He is close enough to you now you can feel the heat from him and smell the traces of oil left over from his bath. He reaches for your waist easing you ever closer, his mouth dropping open and eyes widening as his cock comes into contact with you. You have to kiss him then, you are powerless to resist his plush lips parted for you so invitingly but you don’t allow your lust to over take you keeping them soft and fleeting even when his tongue tentatively meets yours. 

‘I think we need to get you out of these clothes first, si?’ He says as he pulls away sliding his hands down until he reaches the hem of your habit pulling it up slowly revealing your body to him. He helps lift it over your head, dropping it to the side then reaching around you making short work of removing your bra. He traces across your skin as he pulls it from you, knuckles grazing over your breast making you crave more of his touch but he just moves on to your underwear, sliding it down over your hips before taking your hand to help you balance as you step out of them. 

‘There now, I will go and get comfortable Cara, everything you need is in that box on the counter si? You just nodded at him dumbly needing a bit of time to gather your thoughts. He pressed a kiss to your hand without releasing you from his intense gaze before turning and leaving the bathroom. Now you knew it was there you could see the plug glinting as he moved. Just before he left the room he looked back at you over his shoulder catching you staring and smirking at you in satisfaction before closing the door behind him to give you some much needed privacy.

The air left you in a rush now you were alone. By now you should be used to his antics. It had been months since he first invited you to his bed yet every time he had a surprise for you. That's probably why you kept coming, why every time you found the notes left on your pillow your heart leapt and a shiver ran through you. He inspired such lust in you you couldn’t resist any of his ideas, not that you would want to if you could. What he wanted this evening though made you slightly nervous, you had never tried this before but what Papa wanted Papa got and this was no exception.

You approached the box and carefully lifted the lid. Looking down at the contents sent a thrill through you but you laugh to yourself at his strict adherence to his colour scheme. You shouldn’t have been surprised between his choice in décor and the plug he was already wearing but it made you laugh all the same. On the top of the box was a harness made of soft supple leather. The front piece was triangular and padded for your comfort you assumed and had straps attached to all three corners. The gold hardware shone in the candlelight as you tried to figure out exactly how to put it on. The other item in the box was cushioned either side by tissue paper and as you pulled it out you marvelled at how beautiful it was. 

It hardly resembled a real cock other than in size. You rolled your eyes to yourself, of course the vain bastard had chosen one almost exactly the size of his. You were almost surprised he hadn’t got an exact replica but as you admired it you understood why he had made his choice. From the flat base pronounced ribs spiralled from the bottom to the top enhanced by the marbled purple and black colouring it looked like it would feel amazing. You were slightly jealous he wouldn’t be using it on you but perhaps that was something you could ask about another time.  

The last item in the box was a sheet of heavy cardstock, embossed with his insignia, similar to the stationary that he sent with his summons for you. Curious you flipped it over and read his elegant scrawl.

‘Cara Mia, I understand that what I am asking of you is very out of the ordinary for us so if you are in any way uncomfortable please leave the gifts here, come to me and we will say nothing of it. If your interest is piqued however please put on the harness and come to me, and I will show you how to please your Papa! Whatever you chose you will still be Papa’s preferita xx’

You trace his swirling writing and smile to yourself. He is always so thoughtful in his requests. Although his desires are strong, your consent is always his first priority. You look back into the box running your fingers over the harness and the dildo then looking back at the message. It doesn’t take longer than a second for you to decide what you want.

Realising how long you had spent looking at it you started quickly fitting it together. You didn’t want to keep him waiting too long. You fasten the strap around your hips making sure it is secure on either side. Where the strap tightened between your legs the subtle friction stoked your already simmering arousal. You stepped back so you could see your reflection in the mirror. From the back the dark straps sat just under the curve of your ass making it look fuller, more defined but from the front it felt strange and slightly off balance. You laugh to yourself quietly and wonder if this is how men feel all the time and think perhaps this explains why some of them strut about the way they do.

 You look over yourself once more checking that all the straps are done up correctly then you turn away. After a deep breath to settle your nerves you grasp the handle and then open the door. He is laid out on the bed waiting for you, propped up by an abundance of pillows and with his legs spread enticingly. He watches you approach him through hooded eyes, continuing to stroke his cock languidly. When you watched him leave the bathroom he was hard but it was red and weeping now. 

‘I’m sorry to keep you waiting Papa. I think I could have done with some help getting this on.’ You say as you kneel up on the end of the bed. Shifting your hips forward to emphasise your point. He trails his eyes down your body slowly and it feels like a caress. Down your neck, across your breasts then down, down to the colourful dildo standing proud from the harness. 

‘Oh Cara mia..’ is all he manages before he beckons you towards him. You crawl your way up the bed until you are straddling him. He lets go of his cock in favour of grasping your hips and pulling you closer, his face now level with your stomach. He trails kisses across, nipping at your belly button as he goes, the featherlike presses tickling you and making your muscles jump. He works lower and lower, shimmying down beneath you until he can take the head of the dildo in his mouth, moaning as you shift your hips forward on instinct. He pumps up and down a few times before pulling off and letting it rest on his tongue and looking up at you. 

‘It seems you are a natural cara mia,' he murmurs before taking the shaft into his mouth once again, closing his eyes and losing himself in the act. You would never have expected this to be so arousing but every time he sinks down you feel a thrill of pleasure. He pulls off panting slightly and you feel him taking hold of his cock behind you once more. ‘It is time now Cara. I want you to fuck me.’ 

‘Yes Papa.’ Your voice is breathy and a shiver runs through you as he says it. This is a feeling you hadn’t experienced before, at least not like this. You almost feel like your instinct could take over and you could do exactly as he asks but you don’t really know what you are doing and the thought of him talking you through how he wanted you. His seductive voice explaining exactly how he wanted you to please him. How could you miss the opportunity? 

‘I’ll need your help Papa, tell me how to fuck you.’ He tips his head back moaning at your admission. 

‘Si Cara si. I will tell you exactly how to fuck your Papa.’ You crawl backwards until you are between his legs and he spreads them even wider giving you a full view of his cock and the plug, still firmly in place. You have to bite back a moan at the sight. ‘First you need to remove the plug. You must be slow and pull it out gently. I have been wearing it for some time now and it feels so good Cara, my body isn’t going to want to let it go.’ 

As he talks you can picture his asshole gripping the plug as you pull it out and you have to shake yourself back to reality as you realise you can watch it happen in reality if you follow his instructions. You start by placing your hand on his thighs using your thumbs to massage him as you inch your hands upwards. You reach for his cock first encouraging his hand away so you can continue with his slow teasing strokes. Then you reach for the plug gripping the base and twisting it slightly to feel the resistance. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, hands gripping the sheets, his reaction giving you the confidence to continue. 

You pull at it slowly continuing the slight twisting motion to help ease the movement. Your eyes torn between watching his face to look for any trace of discomfort and seeing the plug stretch him as you slide it further out. By the time it slides free he is writhing beneath you.

‘On the nightstand Cara, the bottle.’ He reaches for his cock again but you slap his hands away.

‘I thought you wanted me to fuck you Papa?’ He moans as you take a hold of his wrists and place them above his head. ‘Or are you too desperate to come already?’ In this position you can trail the tip of the dildo across him over his hips bones and up and down the length of his cock. ‘If you carry on like that you won’t last long enough for me to fuck you.’ He pouts up at you but doesn’t protest  and you attempt to pin him with a glare of your own not sure your eyes have the same intensity as his. You let go of his wrists and he keeps them in place so you finally reach for the bottle of lube.

He catches one of your nipples in his mouth as you lean over him, distracting you from your mission. He sucks gently teasing it to hardness before taking it between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make you shiver before lavishing attention on the other. You lose yourself in his actions before catching sight of the bottle of lube and leaning the rest of the way to fetch it. He wines as you move out of his reach and can’t resist bringing his hands down to continue what his sinful mouth started, cupping you and grazing your now almost painfully hard nipples with his thumbs. Having finally grabbed the bottle you sit back on your heels to end his distraction and flip open the lid. 

‘Por favore Cara, let me.’ He takes the bottle from you and pours a generous amount into his palm. He rubs his hands together spreading the oil before reaching for the dildo with both hands coating it thoroughly. You start to pump your hips against the movement enjoying how it disappears into his first. Now he reaches for your hand and pouring more oil onto your fingers. ‘Now make sure I am wet for you.’ 

‘Fuck,’ you whisper feeling your own slick against the harness. You were entirely unprepared for how arousing this would be. You find his hole, breath catching as your fingers sink into him easily, still some stretch from where you removed the plug. 

‘Siiiiii,’ he hisses through his teeth. You ease your fingers in and out spreading the oil as thoroughly as you can. When you curl your fingers upwards he clenches around you moaning. ‘Oh Cara si, there.’ You smile to yourself that you found his sweet spot so easily. It is so satisfying seeing him come apart under you. ‘Stop, stop por favore. I'm too close,’ he begs so you relent, sliding your fingers out and get into position between his legs. 

You slide your hands up the back of his thighs mirroring the way he had spread you open in the past. You rest one leg against your shoulder and encourage him to hook the other around your waist. 

‘Comfortable Papa?’ He nods and you focus your attention on where you are about to enter him. You hold the base of the dildo steady so you can line it up but look up at him before pushing forward. ‘Like this?’ 

‘Si like that,’ you push slowly forward just letting the tip breach him. ‘Fuck Cara, more!’ You pull back slightly before pushing in further, grasping his hips to give you better leverage. You  repeat the motion until your hips are flush with him. He takes panting breaths as you move slowly, getting used to the feeling of thrusting into him. The harness is tightly secured but the movements still cause a pleasant friction and you can feel how wet you are. You couldn’t come from this but you were enjoying fucking him more then you ever imagined.

‘I’m ready Cara,’ he squeezes your wrist to get your attention. 'Move, por favore.' You roll your hips slowly watching his face trying not to pull out too far and interrupt your rhythm. There is resistance as he clenches around the dildo and you time your deliberate strokes of his cock as you bottom out inside of him, your other hand squeezing his hip and using the little bit of give you feel there as leverage. His breathing is fast and shallow. The only sounds coming from him are tiny desperate whines. 'Si Cara, just, like, that.'

As your confidence builds you shift your weight forward letting go of his cock for the time being. You lean forward and capture his parted lips in a sloppy kiss. He moans into your mouth as you suck on his tongue and start to increase the pace of your thrusts.

‘Ah you are a natural,’ he moans into your mouth. ‘Fuck your Papa so good Cara.’ You can’t stop the moan coming from you hearing him like this. You trail kisses down his cheek as you slide a hand into his hair encouraging his head back so you can get to his neck. You can’t fight the powerful urge to suck marks into his skin as you fuck him. Once satisfied with the trail of red you’ve left you look down between you to his straining cock where it smears precum across you both. He whines incoherently at the loss of even that friction as you sit back up.

From this position you can watch as you push in and out and you change to slow deep thrusts so you can appreciate how his asshole grips the texture of the dildo. You really hope he will use it on you one day. You look back up at him and he is watching you watch him through lidded eyes slowly pumping his cock in sync with your movements.  

‘Enjoying fucking your Papa, Cara?’ He somehow has enough sense left in him left to smirk at you, clearly pleased at how well his plan had worked. But you couldn’t deny your enjoyment. 

‘Yes Papa I do.’ He looks far too smug at your answer so you pin him with a series of hard thrusts at just the right angle to simultaneously make his eyes roll back in his head and shut him up. His legs tighten around your waist pulling you in closer so you brace your hands either side of him so you can increase the pace and utterly ruin him. He lets out sobbing breaths as each thrust bottoms out grasping at your hip then around to your ass the encourage you to go harder, faster while the other strokes his cock frantically. 

‘Are you going to cum for me Papa? Cum from me fucking you?’ You felt such a rush as you watched him get closer and closer. You were panting almost as much as him from the exertion but seeing him so close gave you the motivation to keep up the pace. 

‘Si, si,’ he cried, digging his nails into you. ‘Cara, si, sto per venire,’ his head was thrashing side to side and the muscles in his stomach were tensing along with your thrusts. ‘Si, por favore don’t stop!’ He was so close you could feel him tensing against the dildo and you know you only have to push a little bit longer. ‘Cara FUCK!’

As he comes he pulls you close keeping you still inside him as he rides it out come shooting up over his stomach and chest. His grip on you loosens so you grind your hips slowly easing him through the aftershocks. When he is ready he signals you to pull out squeezing your hip and pushing you gently and you take a moment to look over him wrecked and so so hot all because of you. His eyes slowly blink open catching you staring once again and a slow satisfied smile spreads across his still beautifully flushed face. 

‘Your turn now, Cara,’ he beckons you towards him, movements slow and lethargic.

‘It’s ok Papa, this was for you,’ you reach forward and stroke his cheek, his eyes closing momentarily as he leans into your touch but he fixes you with an intense look soon enough.

‘No please, let me.’ He grasps your hips pulling you up to straddle his chest. He undoes the straps at the back of your thighs, soothing your skin with his fingers where the leather has pressed in. He carefully moves to the straps around your hips, holding on to the front of the harness so it doesn't fall off and carefully drops it further down the bed. ‘Something to deal with later I think. I have much more pressing matters to attend to.’ 

‘Mmm Cara you really enjoyed fucking me eh?’ He runs the back of his finger, just grazing your folds and it comes back soaked in your slick. He sucks his finger into his mouth and you lose the ability to breathe for a second. It’s one of his favourite tricks but it still floors you every time, watching him relish your taste before he pulls you closer.

He teases you with the tip of his tongue, first tracing around the outside before following the lines of your folds, the barely there touch chipping away at your restraint. Just as you were about to break and just grind down against him he opens his mouth and forms a seal with his lips and sucks while using his tongue to press directly to your clit. You end up grabbing the headboard to keep yourself upright as he maintains the maddening suction as though he could pull your orgasm straight from you. 

‘Papa!’ You whine until he lets up, only giving you a moment before his tongue finds your entrance, sliding inside and groaning as you clench around him. He uses his grip on your hips to pull you down until you're fully sat on his face grinding your clit against him as his tongue works inside you. You're so close now your thighs are shaking and when he moves to suck your clit and circle it with his tongue at the same time it takes seconds before your orgasm hits you like a wave. The only thing keeping you upright is his iron grip on your hips and your fingernails digging into the headboard. 

As your head clears the only thing you can think about is lying down and he helps you shakily crawl down his body so you can get comfortable. You collapse against his chest but regret it immediately when you end up covered in both of your sticky bodily fluids. He laughs at the disgusted expression on your face and pulls you in for a kiss anyway. 

‘Ughh Papa, no! We need to clean up.’ His laughing subsides and he smiles at you softly. 

‘Shower with me Cara?’ You return his smile enjoying the thought of spending more time with him. 

‘Yes ok but no more funny business.’ You manage to pull another laugh from him and enjoy seeing him so relaxed. You prod his chest giving him a mock serious look and his laughter renews all over again and you can’t possibly keep your face straight. 

‘No funny business, I promise,’ He raises his hands attempting to look earnest but his eyes give away his continued mirth. He reaches for your hand though his expression softens to something more genuine. ‘And perhaps you would like to stay tonight?’ You try to keep the surprised look from your face at his request. Usually you spend some time luxuriating in the afterglow before he sends you off with a goodnight kiss and a promise for next time. Your heart starts beating a little faster at the implications of his question but you set it aside for now. 

‘I would like that.’ He says nothing else just takes your hand and leads you back towards the ensuite, to wear this unexpected but enjoyable evening began. The scent of the oil still lingered in the air sweet, sensual but with hidden depths, like the man who may have just stolen your heart.

#papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #my writing

[dpsisquared]

(About the soulmate au)

...More than Sothis contacting Dimitri directly in his mind i thought more of sothis wacking the divine pulse like a faulty tv remote until something clicked and somehow he started remembering the time loops... he somehow keep doing things differently each time w different results (executing Miklan, forgiving Miklan, fixing his relationship w Felix, getting into a bigger fight w Felix, forgiving the western lords, having Silvain and Ingrid killed, saving Silvain and Ingrid, finding out even more about Anselma, etc.) until he thought he was actually going crazy and broke down to Rodrigue and Rod told him about the old legend of loog and the maiden of the wind bc he realizes Byleth's death is the common denominator... aka Dimitri's time itself is locked into her existance... and he starts to find more abour her and becomes intrigued w her... 😃

The sothis dragging him by his ugly hair was more like, Sothis fucked up and he accidentally got dragged in the time loop, whoops... SO technically not a soulmate au but they all think it is because of the legend.

So since the legend says the only way time advanced for Loog again was to receive the love of his maiden I guess Dimitri will have to put all of his efforts into seducing the beautiful fish eyed mercenary... for ⋆🌟✪✨ Faerghus ⋆🌟✪✨...

I haven't abandoned you, nonny. The problem with actually writing this is that it would necessarily include a lot of fighting lol. But I do love the idea of him figuring it out. I changed it up a bit but I hope you like this silly little snippet I wrote 😊

Dimitri could take this torture no longer. He hurried into Rodrigue's tent, drawing the flap closed tightly.

The former Duke read his mood without a word. "What's troubling you, Your Majesty?"

"Rodrigue, this may sound mad, but I am reliving the same day over and over again."

The older man's face paled, and he put aside the documents he was studying. "Reliving what day, exactly?"

"This one. We go to battle and encounter Jeralt's Mercenaries before reaching the main imperial force. But we never get past that part. After the Ashen Demon dies, or if I die, I wake up to the same day. I've lost count of how many times it's been so far."

Rodrigue was silent for several minutes, probably considering how to keep the Kingdom afloat with a delusional king.

"You're absolutely sure it's the Ashen Demon's death that causes the events to repeat?"

"Yes. The last time, I faced her myself and felt time pulling me backward as soon as the light died from her eyes. It's hazy, but I know at other times, she has killed me. But death never comes. I simply wake up to do it all again."

"Your Majesty... Dimitri," he said with a sigh. His old friend looked like he had aged a decade in the last few minutes. "There's something your father didn't get a chance to tell you. A special circumstance of your Blaiddyd blood."

"Is it madness? Hallucinations?"

Finally, Rodrigue's pained expression softened, and he gave the king a reassuring smile.

"No, my dear boy, nothing like that. It concerns your soulmate."

He scoffed. "This is no time to think of romance!" The royal advisors would disagree, of course. They hounded him about his lack of heirs daily, and he was sick of it.

But Rodrigue held up a hand to silence his protest. "Hear me out. There is a legend about the soulmates of Faerghan kings, going all the way back to Loog and the Maiden of the Wind."

"Spit it out, man, please!" Dimitri begged. Legends and soulmates? What importance could those trivial things have at a time like this?

"The Ashen Demon is your soulmate, Your Majesty."

Dimitri gave him a flat stare, waiting for clarification. But the other man was silent. "Is that some kind of twisted joke? You think I could love a monster like that?"

In some of the timelines, he'd seen her cut down Rodrigue himself with no remorse! Though, now that he'd lived the day from several perspectives, she only did that after Shez killed Jeralt right in front of her. Not that the circumstances justified the murder, but how could he condemn her when he held the same hatred in his heart?

Which is why this soulmate talk was truly unbelievable. It was just as unlikely that anyone could love a monster like him.

He looked back to Rodrigue, who seemed to be waiting for the shock to subside before continuing.

"You're aware that Loog and his wife first met on opposite sides of the battlefield."

"Yes, of course. Everyone knows that story. When Loog saw Deichtine, he dropped Areadbhar and beseeched her to join his side, for he would rather die than harm such a beautiful and talented warrior. When she lowered her sword and took his hand, the soul bond manifested."

Ashe and Ingrid loved the story, but it had always struck Dimitri as unrealistic and unnecessarily dramatic. More likely, both sides had suffered major losses, so the two commanders arranged a political marriage to avoid further bloodshed. Count Rowe had not-so-subtly suggested the same strategy to soothe relations in the West.

"Yes," Rodrigue confirmed. "That is the version in the storybooks. But the secret legend handed down the line of Blaiddyd is that Loog killed Diechtine when they met on the battlefield. The king stooped to take her head just before she took her last breath, and the soul bond formed. He cried out to the goddess to save her, to take his own life if needed."

Dimitri had leaned in, drawn to this version of the story much more than the original.

"The goddess took pity on the soulmates, unfortunate enough to be born in a time of war. She decreed that she would save Diechtine, but the descendant of Blaiddyd must win the heart of his maiden fairly, without revealing their bond. And by doing so, end the war which caused suffering for the Goddess' beloved people. The day would repeat endlessly until he was able to accomplish the feat."

"I understand, but what does that have to do with me?"

"The problem is, the goddess wasn't exactly specific on which Blaiddyd descendant, which maiden, or which war. Situations with the same broad characteristics have presented themselves more than once throughout history."

Dimitri had always thought the goddess aloof, but this information put her in a new light. Maybe she was simply incompetent.

"So this curse has been passed down to me."

Rodrigue raised an eyebrow at him. "Most people would consider a guaranteed soulmate a blessing, Your Majesty."

"What a burden," the king replied. "It's hard to believe that more than one of my forbears have met their soulmates this way."

Rodrigue failed to completely suppress a smirk. "Ah. Well, your line appears to prefer its lovers... feisty."

"Rodrigue!" Dimitri cried, blushing furiously. "To say such a thing at a time like this!"

He'd never thought of such things, not when there was a kingdom to run and thousands of people whose lives depended on him! And he had certainly never considered his... preferences.

Although, thinking about it outside of the heat of battle, the Ashen Demon was quite lovely. And her skill was beyond compare... Gods, he sounded like Sylvain.

"My apologies, Your Majesty," Rodrigue said with a chuckle. He didn't seem terribly repentant. "Circumstances aside, I for one am happy to know you have a soulmate. All of us have tried to get you to take better care of yourself. Perhaps she will be the one you finally listen to."

The man across from Dimitri may have been like a second father, but this was no time for levity! Wasn't his misery obvious?

"There's one thing I don't understand. How did Loog convince Diechtine of their love in mere moments upon the battlefield?"

"That's the other secret. The king actually snuck into her tent before dawn broke, so he had several hours to woo her. This was after many attempts, of course, each one teaching him something new about the maiden. The conversation on the battlefield was merely a performance for their troops to see."

"He... wooed her," repeated Dimitri in disbelief. "I have to... woo the Ashen Demon? In less than a day?"

"Cheer up, Your Majesty!" said Rodrigue with a good-natured pat on the back. "We already know there's something she'll love about you. We just have to figure out what it is!"

Dimitri left the tent with a tempest swirling in his mind. He knew what he had to do. It would be difficult, painful even, but this wasn't just for him. It was for all of Faerghus-- no, all of Fodlan-- so he would do whatever it took, no matter how humiliating.

He walked into the mess hall like a man condemned and mindlessly piled something onto a plate. Bernadetta would probably be horrified by his meal, but there was no time to consider something as inconsequential as food. Scanning the dining room, he spotted his target and sat down.

"Hey, Your Majesty! Look at you, eating while the sun is up!"

He rolled his eyes. There was no point delaying the inevitable. "Sylvain, I need your help... with a girl."

(Diechtine (DECH-tin-uh with the ch like in the Scottish loch) is a mortal woman that the god Lugh had a baby with. That was the mega hero Cúchullain, who interestingly is described as going into a "blood rage" during battle. Fergus (Faerghus), Ferdia (Fhirdiad), and Derdriu are also associated with this crew!)

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[taeskooksbin]

BEGUILE ; kth

CHAPTER TWO

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you respect his fucking relationship. yes you do.

i kept telling myself over and over again and searched up his details, according to the media, kim taehyung is over thirty nine years old.

and so fucking handsome.

he had a god-like body, out of the world facial features and perfect fashion sense, he almost seemed perfect. he was a well known lawyer, not only in korea, not only in italy but all around the world, everyone knew him.

he was truly a whole package of brain and beauty, a package that clearly did not belong to me.

i bit my nails anxiously and searched up another thing that was making me interested and nervous.

kim taehyung and ciandra park.

almost immediately swarms of pictures of taehyung and ciandra took over my laptop screen.

his girlfriend, ciandra, was pretty, no wait she was gorgeous. no wonder she was his girlfriend. she was over twenty seven, had a perfect symmetrical face which almost made me insecure as well, almost.

glass like tender skin almost pale like paper, perfect pair of plump lips and the most enchanting eyes ever. she had a lean and slim figure, her thin arms standing out of the most and most importantly her height.

she had no breasts whatsoever but her hips did stand out, long and healthy black hair complimenting the pale skin.

i searched her up and it turns out she was a model. of course. however to top all of the 'insecurity' that was building up in me, she also had her own fashion line, not quite popular but it did well, she was pretty-much known in business with over ninety something followers on instagram.

damn, i'm nothing in front of her, no wonder he chose her.

disappointment filled me to the brim after getting to know he was in a relationship, i mean not like i was planning on getting with him, but i did raise my hopes to at least flirt with him.

nevermind, alex will do for now.

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"once again, how much older is he than you?" aurora asked while looking at her nails that were almost done. "twenty years" i answered back. "oh, well atleast he's handsome right?" she said.

"very much" i answered back while sophia kept doing our nails. "very well then, he isn't married right? you can shoot your shot" she said while sophia looked at us and then back at her work.

"he has a girlfriend" i sighed as i slightly rolled my eyes, "it doesn't matter 'ella, if he cheats on his girlfriend with you, that ain't your fault" she replied back.

"i don't know 'rora, it might be your thing but it's a no for me, truly" i sighed while trying my best to look at the bright side.

but no matter how much i try, he is just a forbidden fruit that i can never have.

"well it's alright but remember, if he flirts, then flirt back"

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it was thursday and i was shirtless scared, although aurora's idea was slowly taking over me. i mean it's not my fault if he flirts with me now is it?

of course i'm not gonna make the first move but if he does it then who am i to stop? right? well, then a little bit of seducing wouldn't hurt anybody.

ugh i'm so stupid to think that he would even glance at me while leaving his model girlfriend. he wouldn't allow a dumb nineteen year old to destroy his perfectly made relationship.

but nevertheless, i got up and took out a green sleeveless dress which revealed the majority of my cleavage and ended till my knees. 'perfect' i thought as i stared at my reflection.

i was halfway through imagining my victory when i heard the main door opening, "he's here 'ella!" i heard mom yell from the kitchen and ran downstairs only to stare at the godly figure in front of me.

"fiorella, pleased to meet you" he smiled to which i smiled back at, politely.

"likewise, mr. kim" i smiled and he shook his head, "please call me taehyung" he smirked and leaned down to leave a peck at my cheeks which had my knees trembling.

i took a sniff at the expensive cologne he was wearing, only if i could wake up to this smell surrounding my whole body. not once did he glance down at my exposed legs or my cleavage which surely left me disappointed.

at least, he's loyal.

"well, where are we gonna start now?" he asked and leaned back, "will dad's office room work?" i said and he nodded. "of course, i just need to focus you anyway" he smiled and we walked to father's office room.

after reaching there, i took a note - not once did he try to stare at my cleavage of my bottoms that i was trying to use to seduce him desperately.

he saw the organised and really neat books and the things that were kept there which i made sure doesn't looks messy, he chuckled "i could not even imagine how much you were disappointed at your grades"

he looked over at where he was staring and smiled, "oh i bet you can't". he picked up one of the books, "i'm getting ptsd just by looking at it" he said while i chuckled.

"can you show me your result again? i need to know the area of improvement" he asks and takes a seat at one of the chairs while i nodded and walked to the table to grab my pad and handed him the results.

we went through the whole exam and re-solved the questions together, two minutes into it and i was feeling damn stupid.

i cursed myself fully knowing that i studied way too hard for this exam and didn't do a single thing correctly.

when we received the results, i heard the degrading chuckles of the teachers and smug faces of the people who deteriorated me into saying that i'd be better off as a housewife. the teachers were really cruel though.

"i'm feeling so damn stupid" i said as i looked at the common mistakes i made which degraded my grades more than before.

"don't be darling, do you know how many times i had to re-do my exams?" he chuckled. "wait really?"

"of course, in college, i was way too immersed in all the bad things that were called the 'cool-kid things' back then, such as drinking, partying and being a playboy, i did everything but study which cost me a huge loss" he let out a laugh.

"but even though i suffered, i'd still say that a little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anybody, instead it will refresh your mind surely" he smiled.

"but despite all the obstacles and distractions, i still managed to get through, and i'm sure you would too" he smiled and kept a hand on my shoulder encouragingly, not once did his eyes slip from my face to the cleavage.

it made me ashamed of my acts, did i come out as too desperate? or should i dress up a hot more revealingly next time?

the grades and his gentleman-like behaviour was making me overwhelmed, i was upset not because i was ashamed of my acts but because i wasn't able to woo him.

stop doing this, he's committed.

"hey, why are you crying?" he looked at me with concern lacing his voice.

"i'm sorry" i muttered, "don't be, princess, i know how hard it is for you, it is for everyone but you would pass it no matter what, i do see a lot of potential in you to do so" he said while patting my head.

"yeah, i can be a baby sometimes" i said when the embarrassment rushed through me, my cheeks blushed since at this point i was totally giving off a vibe of some spoiled daddy's princess who didn't get what she wanted.

it was the grades, in my case.

"don't worry, we'll work this through, alright?" he said and held my cheeks in his hands wiping a tear off of my face. i nodded and refrained myself from pouting when he took his hand back.

girlfriend fiorella, fucking girlfriend.

"i'm giving you some homework for today, you need to prepare for the first portion of your test and i'll return with a test next week to make sure you got everything right, is that okay with you?" i nodded

"we need to change your study method as well so how about i stop by on monday to see how you're doing, how does that sound?" he said with a little smile to which i nodded.

"thank you" i smiled and stood up. "anytime darling" he replied and stood as well, totally towering my small figure which had me ogling for a second.

he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me a bit closer to which i slightly widened my eyes, my delusional mind already making up all the possible (not) scenarios of all the possibilities of him liking me back as i wrapped my own arms around him

and thank you for the sweet words as well" i whispered in his ears sniffing his cologne. i was a bit disappointed when he pulled back since it left me extremely empty and lonely.

"not really a gentleman like behaviour if you see a pretty girl crying and don't help her out, right?" he winked a bit playfully and then broke into a gorgeous boxy smile instantly making me fangirl over him.

shit, i'm going to seduce the fuck outta him.

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[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Morgan Keller: On April 26, my friend Prisha testified in favor of this bill. Representative Beth Liston asked her if she was affirmed in her trans identity and medicalised in the state of Ohio. Prisha responded perfectly. "If you wait until you have a detransitioner from Ohio, someone is already hurt and you have failed."

My name is Morgan. I am the Ohio detransitioner that Prisha warned you about.

I’m 26 years old and was trans Identified for five years. In March of this year, after trying to ignore the doubt and regret that began to build around my transition, I woke up one morning with the realization that my trans identity was never about becoming my most genuine self or living my life authentically. Instead, it was a desperate, last-ditch attempt to become someone else to escape my unidentified trauma and body and mental health issues.

When I started exploring gender ideology, my life was in shambles. I was in an emotionally manipulative lesbian relationship, I was isolating myself in my apartment and drinking regularly. I wasn’t attending my classes or socialising normally, I had become captivated by the idea that my female body was fundamentally wrong and seduced by the prospect that there was something that I could do about it.

When I sought out help for my complicated feelings towards my female sex, I was affirmed, which is to say I was put on life altering cross-sex hormones with minimal questioning or treatment of my underlying issues. At 21, a license practitioner in the state of Ohio wrote me a prescription for medically unnecessary synthetic testosterone, and just one month after my 22nd birthday, I went under the knife for a double mastectomy based on the recommendation letter from a therapist who still holds an active license in the state. I sat with these practitioners for hours, describing how uncomfortable I was in my body, how disconnected I felt from myself and how hard it was to walk through the world as a masculine woman.

The nurse practitioner who prescribed me testosterone told me that I would transition beautifully and that no one would ever be able to tell that I had been born as a female. After a lifetime of body-image issues and an increasing desperation to become anybody but myself, that was like music to my ears.

I don’t believe that not transitioning was ever considered by my practitioners. I feel like once I walked into that gender clinic, medicalisation was the only option. I needed the practitioners that I trust it to help me make peace with my body, not firm my delusion that hormones and a cosmetic mastectomy might make me feel better. I needed them to just say no.

This week is the fifth anniversary of my first testosterone shot. I was told that this experimental medicalisation would save my life. My parents were made to believe that this was the only way to keep their daughter alive, healthy and happy. No practitioner bothered to dig deeper with me on why felt so disconnected from my female body, and why I thought giving myself an endocrine imbalance, amputating my healthy breasts and masquerading as a member of the opposite sex was such an appealing treatment plan. I can say with 100% certainty that this medicalisation only gave me new health problems and mental distress. I will never, ever legitimatise these experimental treatments as anything based on love or care for an individual.

Under the euphemistic guise of "life-saving gender affirming care," practitioners in our state have become enablers with their prescription pads. At its highest point, my testosterone levels were 11 times the maximum range for a female body. Is this really the standard of care that we want for our Ohioans?

When I realised that my medication was nothing more than a very elaborate placebo endorsed by multiple medical professionals, I made the immediate decision to detransition. It was all over. I quit testosterone cold turkey and endured four of the most brutal months of my life. I had no energy, I didn’t shower for almost 2 weeks, I would cry upwards of 10 times a day, shocked at what I’d been allowed to do to my body in such a vulnerable state with an underdeveloped brain.

I would lay in bed all day, sitting with the realisation that I would never be able to breastfeed children that I didn’t even know that I wanted at the time when I got my mastectomy. I didn’t know if those feelings would ever go away, so I started to make plans to commit suicide. My family was so worried that my parents made me go home, so they could make sure I was eating, bathing and sleeping.

I sent a letter to my prescribing practitioner detailing how much regret I felt, and all of the things I wish were different about the treatment I received, and she never replied. I had been working with that same therapist for seven years by the time I called her with my realisations about the issues underlying my decision to transition. I sent her list of everything that should have been treated instead of getting hormones and a mastectomy, and I will never forget hearing her tell me, "I failed you."

She told me that this was such a new field of psychology that modern medicine is still at the forefront of learning how to treat gender dysphoria. But isn’t that funny, because the current narrative says that this medicalisation is "settled science."

I couldn’t give informed consent at 21, so why are we pretending that children can do that? With this bill we can ensure that children in Ohio are protected from ever waking up and finding themselves in my position. I wish I never opened the Pandora’s box of gender ideology. I wish I’d been told by the practitioners that I trusted. I wish I could say that I’m the exception to the rule, but everybody in this room knows that that is false.

I come to you wearing the scars of this medical scandal asking you to please vote and support of House Bill 68 to protect Ohio’s children.

Thank you for listening.

Senator Kristina Roegner: Thank you for your testimony. Are there any questions? I do have one. You mentioned when you were 21 years old, you went in for the first time to a medical practitioner, and then started the treatments at that point. What was that... how many visits did it take, what was the discussion like, Was it really that quick or what did they ask you? What was that like?

Keller: I actually was the one to push back on them. I went in and they had such a long waiting list, you could just go in and see somebody below the main practitioner who is writing things at this clinic, you know, directing the program. And one of the doctors on the staff just said, "why don’t you start testosterone and see how you feel" And I was like, "no way." I wanted someone that I trust a little bit more to really help me discern if this was correct for me or not.

And I went to the clinic for the first time, I believe it was in June, and then six months later I was on hormones, and I think I went to the clinic three times.

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The thing that never happens keeps never happening.

Lawsuit incoming in 4, 3, 2...

#Morgan Keller #detrans #detransition #this never happens #HB68 #settled science #the science is settled #medical transition #medical corruption #medical malpractice #medical scandal #gender ideology #queer theory #double mastectomy #cross sex hormones #wrong sex hormones #testosterone #religion is a mental illness

[calaisreno]

Clues

This is how Sherlock Holmes seduces me, with long fingers and murmured Italian, with midnight violin and inexplicable clues.

May 19: Clues

Note: This one is dedicated to @totallysilvergirl and @keirgreeneyes for their remark: "@calaisreno could make a compelling story out of a drugstore receipt." Well, I tried!

“What do you make of that?” 

The long, thin fingers of Sherlock Holmes dangle before my eyes, holding a slip of paper. 

A clue, I think. 

He drops the paper in my lap and I examine it. A receipt, from the corner shop. Cigarettes, £6.51.

He’s muttering to himself in Italian, dropping pieces of clothing on the furniture and floor. The door to his bedroom closes. 

This is how Sherlock Holmes seduces me, with long fingers and murmured Italian, with midnight violin and inexplicable clues.

Clues. It means something, this piece of paper. It’s always something like that, insignificant to the point where an ordinary man (me) dismisses it, only to see it reappear hours or days later, the key piece of evidence that unravels the mystery. 

I am, unfortunately, ordinary. To me, it’s just a receipt. 

Sometimes Holmes takes my hand in his long, white fingers. He kisses the knuckles, and looks up at me, pale eyes through dark lashes. And he murmurs, alkaline. 

Later, I’ll know what it meant. We’ll be standing around a body, and Holmes will have his pocket lens out, examining the curtains. Lestrade will be impatiently shifting from foot to foot, wondering why he’s let a madman into his crime scene. And Holmes will say, The sole of a shoe is like a passport. And he will explain.

Solutions are for explaining. Clues are not. And explanations are rarely forthcoming when there are still more clues to be found. 

Just once, I’d like to be holding the final clue, to produce it when he’s putting it all together, to hand it to him with a smile. To see his face light up, hear him exclaim, Watson, you’ve done it!

But I am ordinary. 

I hold the paper between my short, ordinary fingers, wondering what it could mean. 

When Holmes comes out of his room, he is wearing a long caftan and a head wrap, and smells of vetiver. “Don’t wait up for me,” he says as he leaves.

Like a soldier at the front, I sleep lightly on the sofa, waiting for the summons. If inconvenient, come all the same. 

It’s never inconvenient; I live for such moments. 

He doesn’t return until the following day, late. This time he’s wearing a flat cap and dungarees.

“Drayman?” I ask.

“Plumber’s assistant.” 

He accepts the tea I make, takes two sips, stares into the void for some minutes, and goes into his room, still holding the cup. 

I know that look. The game will soon be afoot. At a moment’s notice, we’ll be off— running down an alley, cornering our prey. I fall asleep on the sofa, dressed for action. 

When I wake, he is gone again. His bed has not been slept in. I berate myself for sleeping deeply while Sherlock Holmes has been tracking dangerous criminals. 

I have put his dinner plate in the refrigerator, washed the dishes, and looked for clues. His deerstalker hat is on the floor beneath his chair. The remains of a cigarette lie crushed in the ashtray. There are crumbs on the table. A half-drunk cup of tea sits balanced precariously on the mantel. 

The call eventually comes. We jump into the waiting cab and race to the crime scene. 

He’s pacing, humming. My excitement builds. I can see that his mind has almost broken the puzzle. 

It’s the moment, I think. 

I offer it to him, the final clue, the receipt. I have no idea what it means, but I’m sure it’s the missing piece. I’ll hand it to him, and his face will go slack with surprise for a moment, and then he’ll seize the paper and tell us what it means. And his fingers will brush mine, and I’ll know that I have— even if just for a moment— impressed him. 

I hold it out. He stares, reaches out a trembling hand and takes it from me. Our eyes meet. His shine, and strong emotion fills them with tears. 

“You were right, Watson,” he whispers. “You’ve always been right, dear friend.”

I don’t know how, but I have done it. For once, I have handed him the solution to the case. 

“Do you see?” He holds the receipt, his long fingers trembling. “It’s outrageous! Six-fifty for a pack of cigarettes! My God! How can I afford this habit?” He sighs. “You’re right, Watson. I must quit smoking.”

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#may 2023 prompts #johnlock #microfic #clues

[circe69]

I read your rules and I hope this isn’t too dark but can you do a Simon x reader where the reader has an identical twin and they die during the graves betrayal scene and the aftermath is Simon comforting the reader? Like they were already crushing on each other and he’s comforting her.. thank you💚

I Wish For Simon

a/n - anon i am so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i'm terrible w requests! i want to make it perfect before i post, so hopefully this is what you wanted... wc: 1.1k cw: gore, violence, suggestive themes, probably the best thing i've ever written (yeah its a warning cause YOU'LL BE BAWLING)

fav line from the fic - “That voice could seduce anyone, I was sure of it. It was as if God himself had dipped Simon's vocal cords in a pot of warm honey, then lit it on fire.”

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Me and my twin had always been close, we had to be. "Best friends since birth", we'd been deemed from before we could even speak. Alyssa and I were quite the pair and had exceeded our hometown's problematically low expectations of woman in a whole when the both of us had been assigned to serve in the 141 Task Force.

It was a change of pace, but one that I wanted. I had prepared for something like this my whole life, training and worked myself to death just to have a chance to serve. Alyssa, on the other hand, wasn't as keen on the idea. Sometimes I wonder if she just joined because she couldn't bear to be apart from me. I love the sentiment, but we were grown adults, we couldn't afford to make decisions solely due to separation anxiety.

That brings us to today, March 3rd. I hate March 3rd.

My birthday. Well, our birthday.

I hate today because as of now, I have to celebrate it alone. It's been years since Alyssa died, and I still act just as immature and "kid-like" when March 3rd rolls around every year.

Her death had been nothing short of a "hostage dump", my sister had been counted as a waste of time to Graves, someone who wouldn't make a difference to anyone in the force, so why would he keep her?

I can't help but think it was my fault, but I didn't have time to feel sorry for something I might've done. All I felt was anger, hot rage bringing my blood to a boil, all which contributed to what I was about to do. Anger is difficult to overcome, especially when it's brought on by confusion, something happened that you barely knew anything about. I wanted to take it upon myself to strip Graves of all the "information" I felt I was missing, I wanted to skin him alive and make him answer questions as I did it, but as I rose my knife behind Graves’ wall of a body, a hand stopped me.

A silent move, not a scary one. I immediately knew who it was once I saw the fabric.

Ghost.

His hand was heavy around my wrist, his height towering over me, it was all too much for me to focus on, so I did what I'm positive Ghost was trying to make me do, I backed down.

I retreated as quietly as I could, putting my blade back in its embrace of a pocket and followed Ghost out the door, trying to excuse whoever that woman was in there that she hadn't had enough sleep, she was hungry and just wanted to feel something, but Ghost had none of it.

"It's okay, Y/N, to want to avenge someone. It's okay to be bloodthirsty and feel yourself make allowances for it. It's okay."

Ghost was a man of many attributes, but comforting was never one of them. He himself had attended multiple therapy sessions throughout the entirety of our relationship, but they only lasted so long before he strangled the shrink.

I liked Ghost. I admired him, I admired what his life had amounted to. Perhaps worthless to him, a soul placed in the wrong hands, but I thought quite the opposite.

"You're a good man, Simon."

His name slipped out of my mouth.

No.

Oh no.

I had gotten too emotional, I felt myself crawling into a hole of feelings and a strong desire to cry rushed over me. I suddenly imagined all the times I'd watched Simon do simple, mundane things, and stared at him long enough to read his dog tags over and over and over. I'd recited his name in my head, in my dreams, for so long and I still was shocked when I'd heard myself say it.

His eyes locked with mine. Dark, deep, dead, he'd like to contribute, but I chuckle mentally as I think about how the man who views himself as dead was the only one in the world who made me feel as alive as he did.

"What did you say?" That voice could seduce anyone, I was sure of it. It was as if God himself had dipped Simon's vocal cords in a pot of warm honey, then lit it on fire.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I shouldn't have addressed you like that, my apologies." I started to walk away when his body came crashing against mine. My back hit a jagged wall and I groaned in pain, but I quieted down when I realized just how close he was to me. I felt him against me, and I couldn't feel it fast enough. My senses heightened, my pupils dilated, and my face flushed with a dark shade of aflame red. Both of our breathing was shallow and heavy, every breath he emitted made mine deeper, louder.

I could feel the confusion seeping off of him. He didn't want it to feel so good when his name left my mouth. He didn't want to enjoy it, but it was inevitable. A no-good name slipping out of a no-good mouth, it was bound to happen at some point.

I shook off my daydream, finding myself at an empty table in an empty dining hall, the only thing in front of me was a poorly made cupcake, pink frosting, sprinkles, all the works. I stared at a candle, half of it had already melted mind you, and my mind reeled as I stalked my mental drawers for wishes I hadn't made yet,

"I wish for Simon." My voice broke as I said it, and I realized I hadn't spoken all day until now.

I don't truly believe that's why my voice broke, however. I truly did love Simon, I loved him in everything he did and everything he didn't. I loved the fact that he never exhibited any sort of emotion except for denial and force. I loved how scared he was of feeling anything else.

A tear dropped onto the table below me, the chair screeched as I stood, and everything was happening too fast. Before I knew it, tears were pouring out of me at an uncontrollable rate. I turned around and started heading for the door, telling myself that I would leave that stupid wish behind with the melted wax, but I was stopped in my tracks when I saw who was leaning against the doorway with those beautifully built forearms crossing his chest.

He had heard it, was all I could think as I made intense eye contact with him. With everything else.

His mask was discarded. I couldn't stop my jaw from unhinging, I felt it click open slowly and it dropped until it couldn't anymore.

Simon smiled at the action. His white teeth contrasting his pink lips. I looked back at the table for a fraction of a second to see that the flame I had left untouched had been blown out, maybe it was the wind, maybe it was the spirit of my once-lonely-self making an appearance for the last time.

I looked back at Simon like a child on Christmas.

Maybe I'd keep wishing for stupid things if they'd work as well as this one did.

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a/n part two : happy new years everyone! i probably won’t post till monday, but i wish you all the best and love💕

#ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #modern warfare #ghost fluff #ghost imagine #circe69scribbles

[causewayguy]

Hi! I am Naomi and I will be taking you around my new house today. Cum on in!

Living Room

This is where I entertain my guests, usually by seducing them with my ultra short dresses or shorts. Of course, I go commando so I can flash my pussy lips to the guests sitting on the one piece opposite me while those sitting left and right of me can see down my top at my big big mammary glands. Since my 2 darlings, my neh neh become so big I lazy wear bra. So my guests always get to enjoy my boobies jiggling and bouncing in front of them. If you lucky right, you may get to see them pop out of my top also. Ooops 😉

Lights

I guess the main feature of my living room to point out is the lights, where I wanted to incorporate the feeling of ‘cum’ into this living space. All the little crystal pieces symbolize the cum you guys either painted on my face or shot down my throat. So every time you guys look up, you will be remembered of what is cumming later on and hopefully fill up your balls more. Waaaaa, so fast ah you? Just now your penis still medium sized only, but after I explain this to you, now my hands also cannot fit across it. So hard to hold now le….

Dining Room

This is where I feed my guests delicious food, desserts and me. I would lay on the table like this, food placed all over me for the guys to eat straight from my naked body. Utensils are provided but the guys usually go barehanded to grope every part of my smooth silky body. After the main course, the guys would move to dessert: my lactating double Cs and my juicy pussy. Ahh mmhmmmm…yes…just like how you are licking and parting my lips now. Please please please fasterrrr-ahhh!!! Hmm…I take a lot of vitamin C’s recently, so my juices should be quite sweet, don’t you think so?

Hidden Room

The whole idea of having a simplistic carpentry is so that I can keep my BJ room hidden. Tada! After the tease in living room and the meal in dining room, a lot of my guests are tired and need some release. Like this lor, I pull you by your boner inside then help you out of those tight tight pants *piaaak* and making sure you see your hard cock bouncing off my face. I am always very horny after getting ‘eaten’ so my guests will benefit from my *gook gook gookkk* deepthroats in here. This is the most common room used by my guests and myself so I prioritize the design and feel if this by putting tiles and mirrors. Like this *slurp slurpp* you can enjoy the surround sound effect *gcckkkk* as I choke on your big cock and you can see me 360 degree enjoying your cum as you unload your first load into my mouth.

Staircase

Now let me take you upstairs. The stairs are slightly dangerous because I wanted it to be glass and curving upwards, like what I had in my mouth just awhile ago. So you better stay close to me hmmmm ya like this, so I can lean back on your body for more stability. Lucky sia, you got a hard and long ‘handle’ for me to hold and grip. Thank you….

Study

Welcome to my study! One of the things I like about this space is the glass doors so it brings in a lot of natural lighting and also let’s me expose my beautiful body when I work naked. Come let me show you how I like to sit at my desk naked while going through my daily works. And guests like you sitting on the 2-sitter sofa can enjoy the unrestricted view of my pussy as I spread my legs like this. And the gap between the glass legs is for you to crawl and – uhhhhh, tease me… Come we go master room.

Walkway

Adding to the glass house concept, everything here is see-through. So my neighbours can enjoy my nude, well-fucked body every morning and night. Sometimes I get my guests to line up while I moved from one male to another sucking them dry. But today you will go straight to the master room.

Master Bedroom

So finally, we are in my bedroom. I put a lot of budget into the bed, beddings, pillows to get a great night rest after my hot, steamy fuck sessions (day or night). My bed is memory foam so please fuck me harder until tonight I also can remember our fucking. I am yours for 1 more hour on this bed, without my top and pants, so faster come to Mummy…. Yes, I give you permission to raw me, baby… Uhhh fuckkk you bigger than yesterday’s guest, filling me up so well. Am I as good as your fantasy hmm? Is my pussy as tight as you imagined? Squeeze my beautiful C cups now! Use it as your love handle and pump me harder baby! Arghhhh, I cannot hold it anymoree, feeling like cumming already baby…just…mmm…let…mmm…me cummmm~

Eeewww...why you lick my armpit? I already so sweaty le. Hehe your ‘di di’ still so hard and full of cum ah. Fuck me sideways now with my legs closed. Let you feel syiok syiok…. Uh uh uh… your rock-hard cock is spoiling my pussy so gooood. Feel my pussy clamping down on you.

Noooo why you stop?? Okay, I turn over now, please just put your cock back inside. Yesss, I can feel your hard dick inside me! My pussy so hot now! Ram me, ah ah, ram me harder! Ahhhhh, oh my god! Yes yes yes, so goood! No need, just cum inside meeeee! Haaa haaa hhhhaaaa.

I cummed so hard baby. Just now my whole body was shivering and shaking from your fucking le. One of my better fucks in a looooong time. See?! Fuck me until I stain my bedsheet. All your cum leak out to my pussy liao.

Master Bath

Bathroom – Eh agains?? Wait wait, let me catch my breath awhile la. Come, I bring you some place more exciting. See my bathtub so big, like someone…. My turn to return the favor, I want to service your ‘da da de xiao di di’. *slurp slurp slurp* Waa now your cock taste so much like me mmm mmm mmmm. Hehe you very naughty ah, hit my face with your hard meat. The sound so disrespectful…

What you doing! Ahhhh , softer softer… I still sensitive baby. Slowly fuck me against the glass. Let my neighbours see my big boobs smashed on the window. Let them see how horny you making me. Uh uhh… you still so strong after so many shots… I like… Yes yes, make me scream louder for my neighbours to hear me! Come come cummmm! You shoot another full load in my pussy, not scared I pregnant ah? Hehe. Don’t worry, another baby means my boobs will up-size again lor… 😉

Driveway

Thanks a lot baby, hope you enjoyed my house tour. I sure enjoyed it a lot. I need to go pick my 2 little darlings now. Hopefully no little sister or brother growing in my tummy la right?

Hehe. I think we need another house tour after I replace the toilet light. See ya!

[hcneygemini]

sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. I

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder + attempted murder.

I just fell for that, didn’t I?

Is it because you like me so much?

I bet you regret this now.

Your heart’s pounding.

You’re too empty headed to know much of anything.

Oh, come on! I know something about seduction.

I know you’ve never heard of it, but some people have friends.

I don’t wanna hang out with the dork gang, though. Just you.

Yeah, well I’m an asshole, so we’re even.

I couldn’t sleep because you weren’t there.

Is that your way of flirting?

You’ve never gone to these lengths before.

You can be a real smart ass sometimes, you know?

I wanna see a different side of you today.

You made one mistake though—you didn't disarm me.

Kiss me.

You’re definitely not boring.

What are you thinking about?

We have to learn to confront it at some point.

Can you wait to kill me until I finish breakfast?

What’s the matter? Jealous?

I’ve never been more serious in my life.

[ Name ] won’t shut up about you.

Stop pretending to be mad.

It’s part of my evil plan.

I’m not repeating anything [ name ] told me in confidence.

You shouldn’t be so vulgar.

We both know we’re not a couple.

You can’t keep just walking away.

Stop being corny, I’m tired.

You look peaceful when you sleep.

I don’t think you think I’m serious. But I’m always serious!

I didn’t go looking for this.

I don’t like trusting people.

Please keep your feet off of my desk.

Wow, you’re so stoic and unafraid of threats!

How much of anything was real?

Was this the truth you wanted?

Past me had shitty taste.

You're so much more than that.

So, we were lied to.

This is really pathetic, you know.

Why should I go anywhere with you?

I have some ideas, but you have to trust me.

I see your cruelty's still intact.

Shit, you're really pale.

Would you stop trying to leech off of the traumatized children?

I don't have time to detail the extent of my work to you.

Why can’t you just talk to me like a normal person?

Yeah, well, I can deal with my shit myself.

Isn’t everyone so much happier without me around, stirring the pot?

I’m tired. Can your love confession wait until tomorrow?

No good deeds go unpunished, or whatever.

I got two people killed… er, technically maybe three.

Tell me another one of your preachy, boring life lessons!

Careful, I can hear the cogs turning in your head from here.

No one here is ‘okay.’

You didn’t have to come, you know.

We both know what I did.

Don’t give me some shit about ‘finding yourself’ and ‘healing.'

Hey, don’t think of it as bribing! Think of it as… a reward for putting my best foot forward.

Jeez, am I the only topic of the rumor mill?

You fell asleep on me.

I guess movie night is a good sedative.

I think I did something. Something bad.

Why do you have to make a joke out of everything?

You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.

Why were you so out of it last night?

You know, they’re not so bad if you would just get to know them.

Hey, where the fuck have you been?

Why would I forgive someone who tried to kill me?

Well, shit happens!

You’re either plotting to kill me in my sleep or you’re in love with me.

Are you asking me to stargaze with you?

Life doesn’t need to have some big meaning, I guess. I mean, I’m happy right now.

I come with tidings!

It's a cake that says, 'Sorry for trying to have you murdered!'

I can’t trust your big mouth.

What do you do when you disappear during the day?

I’ve never exactly been in a relationship.

At least take me out before talking about commitment.

Why do you spend time with me?

I’m learning more about you. The real you. And I… like [ them / her / him ].

Wow, you’re lame as shit.

Wait, so you’re seducing me by accident?

You two really like each other, huh?

Wow, your voice is so sexy in the morning.

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