#in a toy net and a SECOND toy net on my door

[leithedoggirl]

IM SOBBINB HES DOIN THE FAMILY GUY DEATH POSE

[cher-rei]

Hey babe

Your such a good writer please more lamine yamal fics im acc begging there literally none🙏🙏🙏🙏😪

the sitter— lamine yamal [ l.y ]

met you at the right time. this is what it feels like– feels like [gracie abrams]

pairing: lamine yamal x fem!reader

summary: a rushed call from lamine's mother to babysit kenye turns into more than just a regular afternoon

genre(s): toothrotting fluff (have your dentist on standby)

[w.c: 2.8k] masterlist

notes: I wrote this instead of watching the real sociedad match to cope with the fact that we're losing. I got a bit carried away with this one but I hope you like it <33

as you stepped into the familiar house, not even having to ring the doorbell you were greeted with the smell of fresh baked cookies and comfort. you shut the door behind you and easily walked through the familiar hallway.

when she saw you, lamine's mother's shoulders relaxed a heavy amount along with the breath of relief she let out. “my saviour,” she said with a smile and pulled you into a tight hug, her gratitude evident. “I'm so sorry for calling on short notice but I have an emergency— ow!”

she bit her tongue in frustration and looked down to see the toy car that she stepped on, her head spinning at her son's carelessness. “never have kids, you’ll regret it eventually,” she said half-joking and hurriedly led you to the living room where kenye was sitting on the floor, a toy car in his hand while he watched tv.

she didn't even have to call out to him, the second he saw you he was up and in your arms with a toothy grin. “hey, buddy. didn't expect to see me today did you?”

the older woman watched with a smile as you interacted with her son, the moment being cut off by her ringtone. she didn't even bother to look at it and instead grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the front door, yelling out instructions and goodbye's as if you hadn't been doing this for a year already.

“and thank you, sweetheart! I owe you! kenye, behave!”

the door slammed shut, leaving you to the 5 year old's energetic grasp. you quickly settled into your usual routine, skipping the snack part because he had his breakfast already since it was only after 10 am.

you took your usual seat on the carpet with him because he was usually full of energy this early and jittery. so to get it out of his system, you played games with him— built some lego, played with his toys and so on.

an hour had passed and you found yourself trying to make his yogurt seem edible. it was never an issue to get him to eat, all it took was one “hereeee comes the airplane” and he was more than compliant.

“there you go,” you said with a smile and lifted the final spoonful of yogurt to his lips, the boy clapping alone happily when it was finished. “you took that like a champ.”

that didn't last long however and he was starting to grow antsy again, his suffocated whines piercing your ears. it was obvious that he was sick of the house and needed to get out, so without another thought you cleaned him up and took him out to the backyard.

it was any kid's dream back there. a playhouse, jungle gym with a slide, a ball pit and his personal favourite— the mini football net that was more of a self indulgent addition from his older brother.

you'd known lamine for over 3 years now seeing that you attend the same high school but it was a cute coincidence that his mother picked you for the babysitting job. the job wasn't even needed, you were just bored and needed something to do on weekends, there wasn't even a proper answer for how she found you.

as you and kenye played in the sun-drenched backyard, laughter and joy radiated from your every move. the mini football net, a testament to lamine’s passion for the sport, stood like a sentinel awaiting kenye's energetic kicks. your eyes sparkled with delight as you cheered him on.

the air vibrated with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, infusing your playtime with an idyllic charm. kenye's giggles echoed throughout the yard, mingling with the chirping of the birds.

meanwhile inside the house, lamine stirred from his sleep, rubbing the remnants of sleep as he descended the stairs to look for his mother. he called for her a good few times but she didn't reply, so naturally he searched the kitchen and her bedroom only to realise that the house was awfully quiet.

she would of said something if she had something planned today, and the tv was still on so someone was definitely home. then he entered the living room, his feet padding on the tiled floor as his eyes adjusted to the light from outside.

with a yawn, he neared the sliding door to check the backyard, but just as he was about to open it his hand froze on the handle. his mind blanked, his immediate reaction to seeing you play with kenye being to hide behind the curtain.

his thoughts were reeling, not expecting you to come over today. in panic, he took one last peep outside which only made his pounding heart thump even louder at the sight of you passing the ball to his brother so effortlessly.

run. that's what he did when he got the clearance, not wasting a second to rush back upstairs and grab his phone and hit the facetime button in the group chat. after 3 rings, hector and pau were on the line with him— their confused faces synced as they watched the boy lock himself in his bathroom and start pacing.

“what happened to ‘hello'?” hector said, judgement evident in his tone but lamine didn't have time to fight his snarky comments.

he propped his phone up against the mirror and rushed to get his toothbrush, his palms sweating against the toothpaste tube.

“bro, are you going to tell us what's going on or is this some type of ‘get ready with me’ gimmick?” pau spoke up finally and put another spoonful of cereal his mouth, quickly getting distracted by the cover on the box and commenting on it.

“she's here. she's not supposed to be here today so I don't know why!” lamine muffled out through his mouth full of toothpaste but his friends got the gist of it. perks of knowing each other for nearly their entire lives.

hector couldn't suppress his laughter, his smile on the screen teasing lamine. “this is even funnier because it's actually never that deep.”

pau joined in on the laughter. “imagine asking why your brother's babysitter is over to babysit,” he snorted. “it's been a year, you're insane.”

lamine finished rinsing his mouth, double checking to see if there was anything in his teeth before splashing cold water on his face. “does it look like i just woke up?” he asked and touched up his hair. “is it giving ‘I just woke up and look this good’ or ‘I freaked out and had a panic attack in my bathroom’?”

his friends went silent, their jaws on the floor at the amount of overthinking that he was doing. he's liked you since he could remember. at first it was simple attraction, and then came the longing to know you more personally, and when he did that's when everything went to shit.

you were beautiful, that's for sure but you had this natural charm that he couldn't get enough of. you made an effort to talk to him, to help him with anything that he needed and your selflessness was barely the tip of the iceberg. family was the most important thing to him, and the fact that his family loved you and treated you as their own had him on his knees.

“it's giving, ‘I can't talk to girls I'm actually interested in'” hector deadpanned and pau was quick to follow.

“I got a better one,” he said in between his laughter. “It's giving, ‘professional winger by night, but professional wreck by day.”

the bathroom echoed with pau and hector’s non-stop laughter, both boys having rolled onto their sides by now while lamine stood with his head in his hands to try and calm himself down.

worst wingmen of the year, he liked to call them. the only advice he got was to breathe and not trip over his own feet. it was pathetic of him to let his attraction towards a girl make him this… messed up? but what was a teenage boy to do?

he put on his game face and made his way downstairs again, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw that you were watching kenye as he played in the ballpit.

when you turned around you saw him there, your heart skipping a beat as he opened the door with a warming smile. it was your turn to take a deep breath. “hey, I didn't know that you were home today,” you greeted cheerfully, you confidence oozing.

“yeah, we got the day off so I took the liberty to sleep in,” he answered a took a seat beside you on the grass to greet his brother who immediately threw one of the plastic balls at him.

laughter tickled at your throat as you watched lamine playfully throw them back at him but kenye took it personally and began hurling them at him. “we're going to have to put a warning sign on him or something,” you joked in between laughter and lamine scoffed.

“the real threat is his ability to kick a ball,” the footballer said with this lips pursed.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his comment. “oh, please, you're just mad because he already has better dribbling skills than you.”

lamine's face was contorted with mock offence, and he leant back on his hands to look at you. “are you talking about the same guy who won the kopa trophy less than 2 weeks ago.”

you couldn't shake off how laid back he looked in that moment. the way he was looking at you with such ease and playfulness made your head spin. “yes, yes I am.” you answered confidently to which he put a hand over his heart.

“you wound me,” he joked. “I'm going to start making you nurse me back to health.”

funny. he was joking. right?

kenye, thrilled by the attention hurled another ball at lamine to which his older brother caught and tossed it back at him with a gloat. “nice try, but we already have the backyard champion sitting next to me right now.”

you smile faltered for a moment. “that's only because you let me win.”

lameye's eyes twinkled as he took notice of your slightly flushed cheeks and he thought that maybe he was doing something right. “you literally crushed me.”

you shook your head at his retort, ready to counter his argument as you put your hands in the air, and swiftly as if it were second nature lamine gently took them into his own to stop you from talking further. “consider my ego bruised, you're just too good,” he joked with a shrug, his hands still holding yours.

it was for a moment that you stopped breathing, unable to function properly until you realised that kenye fell asleep in the ball pit. his light snores took the attention off from your banter and onto his peaceful figure that lamine effortlessly picked up and carried to his room.

when he came downstairs again, the house had gone quiet while you cleaned up kenye’s mess that he eventually helped with. “oh wow, okay mr house husband,” you teased and tossed one of the toys at him, his smile not wavering as he continued to help you in comfortable silence.

after lunch the two of you found yourselves in the backyard again, chatting as per normal while lamine kicked the ball at his feet. he ended up stopping mid sentence to propose an idea that you weren't too eager about. a rematch at what cost? your embarrassment?

unfortunately for you, he was persuasive as hell.

“what do I get if I win?” he shrugged at your question with a knowing smile.

“anything you want, amor.”

you nearly choked on air at the term of endearment that came from literally nowhere. he didn't seem fazed by saying it though so you were almost certain that you heard him wrong and pushed it to the back of your mind and focused on the little tournament in front of you.

the sun was high, the barcelona heat was warm on your skin as you watched lamine ready the ball. the game wasn't supposed to carry on for as long as it did, but both yours and his passionate calls for cheating and distractions played a huge role in the 40 minute rematch.

“okay, this is the last round I swear,” you said with a tired huff which he was more than happy with. the ball was at your feet for a split second before you felt lamine's hands on your waist, holding you close to his chest as he sneakily took the ball and shot it into the back of the net with ease.

you jaw dropped at the utter foulness of the round. “you cheater!” you said in shock and turned to look at him, but he was too busy relishing in his glory to care. he let go of you with a proud laugh and picked the ball up again, giving it one last kick.

“I didn't cheat,” he said through a cheeky smile and took a few steps towards you. “it's a contact sport, so it's fair.”

you rolled your eyes jokingly at his counter, still in disbelief that he'd go that far. but you weren't a spoilt sport so you congratulated him on his win, fair or not and he humbly thanked you.

you turned back with a smile and began heading inside but his hands were on your waist again, the familiar tingle setting your body on fire as he turned you to look at him, the smile on his face making your heart race.

“I'll be taking my prize, thank you,” he said with a boyish grin and let his lips gently brush your cheek, a gentle, fleeting kiss that had your knees weak for a split second.

he craned his neck to look down at you, a blushing mess and he couldn't help but coo even thought he was internally jumping off buildings. “aw, don't get shy on me now.”

you quirked your brow at what you took as a challenge, mild irritation clear in your eyes that were fluttered shut seconds later when your lips met his for what was supposed to be a quick peck.

keywords: supposed to be.

the feeling of your lips on his sent a surge of electricity through his body, and he couldn't waste the opportunity. he dropped the football that was underneath his arm and pulled you in, one hand resting on your cheek and the other on your waist as he relished the taste.

the long-awaited kiss finally came and it was everything that he hoped for and more. the way you melted into him, sent a warmth through his chest that had his head spinning and hoping that you'd never let go.

when you eventually pulled away to catch your breath, your lips tugged up into an amused smile at his lovestruck look and flushed cheeks. “isn't that a better prize?” you joked, your hands still loosely wrapped around his neck.

“I want a rematch, now,” he said immediately after, and pulled you back into the yard, his eagerness getting the best of him because he was not going down like this— “if I win then you have to marry me.”

“what?!”

[madridfangirl]

Drunken first goal celebrations

(Jude Bellingham one-shot)

Summary: Jude scores his first goal of the season, celebrates with his team and then with his girlfriend. Fluff & SMUT.

As the ball moved towards the net, past the goalie, the world stood still for Jude in those split seconds. 

The deafening noise of the Bernabeu faded in the background, as did the sounds of his team-mates calling out his name.

All he fixated on was the sight of that ball at the back of the net. Something that was a common occurrence for him last season yet was so hard to come by this year. 

It felt like his first goal all over again.

The overwhelming feeling was relief. The curse seemed to be broken. 

And then his teammates jumped on him and got him out of his reverie. 

Rest of the match was a dream. Madrid had won convincingly after a long long time. Hope was coming back to the fans and in the dressing room. All was not lost in the season, not yet.

Vini knew what that goal meant to Jude, as did the rest of the team. Special cuddles were awarded to Jude in the dressing room to celebrate his moment. Even though it was Vini’s hattrick, the team very much wanted it to be Jude’s moment. They knew how crucial it was for his confidence.

A special after party was arranged at Vini’s house. Filled with tequila and euphoria. Up next was international break so they had the luxury to let loose tonight. And let loose they did. The season had barely given them moments to celebrate and tonight felt like an inflection point of sorts. Jude wanted to soak in this moment.

In all honesty, Jude wanted to be somewhere else right now. With her. In her arms, as she spoilt him rotten. But Ananya had insisted he celebrated with the team first. That she would be waiting for him once he’s done. That this team bonding was important. 

And, as always, she was right. His wise girlfriend always knew the right thing to do.

An hour into the party (or maybe 2 hours, he couldn’t tell anymore), Jude decided he was done being away from her. He called his trusted chauffeur to take him to his happy place. Agnes knew exactly where that was, and helped him walk up the stairs so he doesn’t cause much ruckus and draws attention to himself. The man knew how that would get his boss in trouble with his girlfriend. Jude kept patting the cheeks of the poor man, while Agnes rang the doorbell and waited to hand him over safely (& quickly).

Roma answered the door, and Jude pulled her into a bear hug, almost toppling her backwards. Agnes managed to shut the door behind them and bolted away quickly. 

‘Romaaaaaa - what a funny name.’

‘Hello to you too, Jude.’

‘Sounds like Rome but also like mommmaaa???’ 

Roma struggled to break out of his hold as Jude swayed her from side to side.

‘If you hadn’t been instrumental in my team’s win tonight, I would have punched you for that.’

‘Punched me? With those baby hands? Haha so funny.’

‘ANANYA - come get your boy toy before I smack his pretty face.’

‘Aww you think I’m pretty?’

‘I think you need to let go of me RIGHT NOW. You’re stinking for crying out loud.’

Jude just tightened the hug. Roma was preparing to kick him when Ananya heard the commotion outside and stepped out of her room. In her night robe.

Jude’s grip loosened, and Roma managed to pull away from him, muttering under her breath as to how she needed a shower to get the stink off.

He pouted at the accusation, and walked into his girlfriend’s waiting arms.

‘Am I really stinking?’

He was. She wondered if he had remembered to take a shower at all amidst all the post-match madness.

‘Smells like you.’

His face split into a wide grin.

‘And you like it, yeah?’

‘I like everything about you.’

One could practically count all his 32 teeth with the way he was grinning.

‘You’re so cute. My doll is so cute.’

He sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek lovingly, as he buried his face in her chest. Clinging to her. Smelling her hair. Feeling the warmth of her soft body. The giddiness hitting him in loads. 

‘Had fun at the party?’

He nodded enthusiastically. It had been forever since she had seen that kind of joy in his eyes. She kissed his cheek again but he turned around to catch her lips with his, giggling into the kiss. The sound making her heart leap with happiness.

‘I’m so proud of you baby.’

‘Been a while since I made you proud, yeah?’

The note of melancholy in his otherwise cheerful demeanour didn’t go unnoticed. 

‘That’s not true. Your game is more than just scoring goals. You know that, Jude.’

 He nodded again, just not as enthusiastically this time.

‘Heyy look at me. You make me proud every time you walk on to that field and give your all. Your drive and passion is what defines you, not your goals.’

‘Not everyone thinks that way. You’ve seen the memes.’

‘Yeah, well, now you’ve snatched even that joy from them. You’ve shut them up, like I knew you would. It was only a matter of time. I told you.’

‘How were you so sure?’

‘Coz you’re you. And you’re awesome.’

She held his face with both hands and connected their lips again for a comforting kiss. 

‘Naaa you’re just sweet on me.’

‘That too. But you’re still awesome.’

The way he looked at her just then, with that puppy face and big doe eyes, made her heart flutter.

‘Say what you’re thinking. Don’t hold back.’

‘How do you know I…’

She cocked her head to the side, and he knew it was a stupid question. The girl knew him inside out.

‘I was starting to think if they were right. If I was actually a…..a…..’

‘One season wonder?’

She finished his sentence for him. When he kept looking away, she held his face and brought him back to face her.

‘It’s natural to have vulnerabilities and bad thoughts. But they go away much faster if you address them, and not sit on them.’

‘Were you a psychic in another life?’

‘Naaa I just pay attention when it comes to you.’

This time Jude leaned forward and she met him halfway for the kiss, tasting tequila on his tongue as he slipped it in her mouth.

‘Ummm how much did you drink?’

‘Not enough. Drink with me?’

Without waiting for a response, he pulled out a half-filled bottle of tequila from his backpack, took a big sip, grabbed her face and poured it from his mouth into hers.

The deep sudden intimacy of his action sent shivers down her back. She could tell his mood was shifting and they needed to move away from the living room to the privacy of her room. 

Once inside, Jude shut the door with his foot and straightway moved to untie the knot of her robe, but she grabbed his hand mid-way.

He blinked at her in confusion, still wobbly on his feet, while she just batted her eyes at him. 

Ananya looked him up and down - he was a proper meal right now in that brown leather jacket. Eyes deeper & softer in this drunken state, face extra puppy yet extra sexy, lips extra pouty as he tried to fathom her moves.

‘Wanna guess what I’m wearing underneath?’

That got his attention. Loud & clear.

His eyes roamed her form, searching for clues. The robe was hugging her curves tightly so he could tell there weren’t many layers or thick layers underneath. But he could’t make out her tits clearly so there had to be something underneath. He closed his eyes briefly, to visualise her body, and immediately knew the answer.

‘Lingerie.’

Ananya smiled appreciatively, leaning against her desk while crossing her legs, bringing his attention to her half-bare thighs.

‘Correct. Wanted to reward my baby. But but, which one?’

She cocked her head to the side again, letting her hair drop over her shoulder, testing all of Jude’s restraint. 

How was he supposed to guess which one? He had bought many for her, and she had many of her own too.

‘Want a hint?’

‘Yes please.’

That came out far too desperately than what he originally intended.

Ananya lifted her robe a little from one leg, letting him have a peak of the light pink embellished fabric.

And Jude’s mouth hung open, drool coming out of it. He knew exactly which one it was - he had sent a pic to her once, wanting to buy it for her but she had said it was too slutty and barely covered any bits of her.

‘I…this the one I picked? During Euros?’

She smiled again and walked over to him, pressing his lips with her index finger. Jude had to remind himself to breathe.

‘Was saving it for a special occasion.’

‘Mmm-hmmmm.’

‘Are you up for it though?’

‘Huh?’

Jude couldn’t understand what had gotten into her or what language she was speaking tonight. It was burning him to the core though.

‘You know, with all the drinking, you think you can…’

That’s when it hit him. Hard. 

Playtime was over. It was time to show her who the boss was.

Jude took off his jacket and threw it to the side, her eyes following the fabric with longing.

He walked over to her, grabbed her robe, pulled it open & yanked it off of her.

The sight of her in that barely there lingerie nearly made him cum in his pants.

He shoved two fingers in her mouth, driving them all the way in, making her choke on them. Then, he traced her bare skin with the tip of his wet fingers, leaving a trail of fire behind.

Starting to feel weak in the knees, she held his biceps for support. But Jude flipped her around, one arm around her boobs and the other sneaking between her legs. While his mouth made merry on her neck & shoulders.

‘Ju-de.’

Ananya threw her head back in pleasure, as he attacked multiple sensitive spots together.

Jude flipped her around again, moving his mouth to her cleavage, making her mewl.

He knew what she liked. For all her strong independent woman stuff, in bed she liked to be the girl. Wanting him to dominate, to manhandle her. To tell her what to do. And he loved doing that.

‘Good thing tomorrow’s a Sunday, yeah? Doll’s gonna need the rest.’

With that final warning, Jude threw her over his shoulder and on to the bed. He grabbed her leg, pulled her forward, flipped her on her hands and knees and stood behind her, admiring the view.

Given his pressing need, he didn’t even bother to fully take off his clothes. But took great pleasure in doing away with her skimpy lingerie. Lining himself up quickly, he thrusted inside without much preparation, trusting her to be wet & hot for him. And she was. 

Lust & alcohol messed with his head, as did her sultry moans. He bent over her, one hand on her hips keeping them in place and the other spread across her belly possessively.

‘One day….I’m gonna put babies in here.’

She gasped loudly, going numb at his words, which only made him thrust harder till she screamed for him again.

‘You’ll take everything I give you, all of me. Like a good girl, yeah?’

The bed creaked violently under his rapid strokes.

‘SAY IT.’

‘Y-yes.’

He leaned down to bite her shoulder, as his hand mercilessly marauded her boobs & nipples, sliding back to her belly.

‘Even when this is big, I’d still have you like this. Any way I want. Till the very end.’

‘Jude please…’

‘Please what?’

‘I…I can’t…’

‘Yes you can. And you will.’

He had discovered another layer to his passion, which led to another layer of their pleasure. Her sweaty body soon went limp in his arms, and he followed shortly after.

As she rested on her back, sore & spent, Jude laid his head on her belly, kissing it lovingly, and his words rang in her mind. He looked up, locking eyes with her tired ones, a promise deep within them, and her hands fisted in the sheet, knowing he’ll do anything to follow through & to get what he wanted.

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A blurb, as promised :)

As always, your thoughts / comments are most welcome!

Characters from Star Crossed Lovers.

[potatomountain]

"Let Me Watch"

📸 Pairing: Jeong Yunho x afab reader

📸 Summary: You miss your boyfriend on tour and he won't stop looking at you and biting his lip- he just wants to watch you get off he says

📸 WC: 673

📸 AU: idol!boyfriend

📸 Genre: pwp, smut, idol

📸 Warning(s): 18+ rating, smut, phone sex, use of toys, dirty talk, praise.

📸 Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society

"Yuyu-" You whined out, rolling onto your back and staring up at the phone screen where your boyfriend's face was. "Don't make that face at me- you aren't here to fix it."

Yunho released his lip from his teeth to chuckle, running his hand over his jaw instead. "You have that toy don't you? I have a couple more weeks before I can come out your way." He pouted out, pushing himself up on his elbows more and propping his phone on his hotel bed.

You blushed, glancing at your end table before back at the screen. "Do you have your own room this time? Last time Yeosang-"

"He didn't see anything, I promise." He bit down on his lip again, flustering you even more. "Please baby? Let me watch? I miss you."

It had been a few weeks, you had tried this at the start of their tour and it hadn't gotten far before Yeosang left the shower early. Both of you had scrambled to cover up, but he had hung up too quickly for you to know if Yeosang had seen anything: whether it was your cunt on display for the camera or Yunho stroking his cock, either would have been embarrassing to say the least.

So if he was really certain, and looking at you like that, you couldn't say no could you?

Moments later he had his face dangerously close to to screen again, biting his lip as he watched you push the thick silicone dildo deep. He adjusted his headphones, turning up the volume so he could hear your moans better.

You had wanted to use the vibrator as well, yet he said not yet. You listened, enjoying the praise as he called you a good girl for taking the toy so well. "Yuyu~" You moaned out, lifting your head to watch the phone screen between your legs, panting when you noticed how he was squirming on the other side. "Want you in me. Miss your cock so much."

"I know Baby girl, but you're doing so good for me. Show me how you want me to take care of you when I get back." His voice was low, twisting the knot in your stomach further. "Let me watch you come undone. Come for me."

"O-okay." You wanted to be good for him, brows pushed up as you focused on the screen, taking note he was humping something; a pillow maybe? His hand? You wanted it to be you so badly. Wanted the toy to be his cock, wanted him to be the one pushing in and stretching you out.

He groaned when you twisted the toy inside you, moaning out his name more for him. Encouraging words filled the space, low and strained.

Just a bit more, faster, harder. He egged you on, face so close to the screen and still biting his lip and looking at you like he wanted to eat you up. He only tore his eyes away when they rolled back from his own climax, mouth hanging open in a perfect O. You had forced yourself to watch even as your juices squirted out onto the screen. It was as close to coming on his face as you would get any time soon.

Seconds later you were holding the phone up to try and clean it, catching your breath as rested his cheek on his fist catching his own.

The full realization of what you had just done hit and your cheeks burned. "I hate you so much sometimes." You pouted out at him.

"Then you can hate me more when I make you do that again when I'm there. Rather have you cum on my face pretty girl." He smiled, chuckling when you got even more flustered. "I hear the door, I need to clean up. I love you baby, call you tomorrow?" He pushed himself up, showing you his ruined boxers and the pillow case he most definitely left a wet spot on.

It oddly just made you miss him more.

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[kelppsstuff]

HI MOOTIEE anyways I got smth for ya

Of course it's Adam cause YEA.

what if Adam and his goth girlfriend who is an angel of course can be fluff can be smut anything you want

Thanks mootie have a wonderful dayyy

HIIII MY BELOVED!!!! Ahhhh I hope you like thissss I enjoyed working on it! Have a fantastic day for everyone reading! Also I low-key think I’m turning into a slut with all the smut I’ve been writing recently 😭

“Looking Pretty!”

Adam x Goth gf reader

Masterlist

Warnings: blow job

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Adam had first met you when he was on stage performing at a concert. You saw you next to Lute singing all the lyrics on the top of your lungs. He threw two guitar picks y’all’s way, one for each of you and moved on to the other side of the stage.

After the concert had ending Lute introduced you two. You were her sister, and he was her boss.

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“Sir?” Lute called out to her boss. She was behind stage and wanted to introduce her best friend to her sister. “Yeah danger tits?” Adam asked looking over his shoulder for a spilt second. He was signing autographs for girl and guys, and even little kids.

“I’d like you too meet someone if you’d have the time.” Adam brain flashed to you and Lute together in the audience. Shirley his lieutenant. wanted to introduce him to you. “Sure thing. I’ll be back ladies.”

He and lute walked over to where you were, talking to the drummer. Adam felt his eye twitch. Said drummer always pissed him off — copied Adam 24/7.

“Y/N. This is Adam.” Lute said, taking your attention away from the drummer. You looked to the first man and felt a whole bundle of nerves and excitement gather in your stomach.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!” You stuck your hand out and Adam took it. “Never expected to see a big toy goth girl in heaven.” Leave Adam to be… Adam.

Lute was screaming in her head at Adam. That was her SISTER. And what if you said something slick back?! That’s her BOSS!

“Guess I’m special.”

“Sure babe, but you ain’t better than me.”

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The thing that made Adam really start to notice you was your outfits. He loved all the necklaces you would wear, loved the make up you did most days. He also loves your fishnets.

He couldn’t count how many times he gotten hard when you would walk around in them. It gotten that porn wouldn’t even help him anymore, but the thoughts of you did.

Adam had invited you to every one of his concerts, and even if Lute didn’t show, you still did. You were his biggest fan, his biggest supporter.

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Adam had to be on stage in thirty minutes and every thing had started to go wrong. First his guitar wasn’t in tune. Next his singer called out last minute, something about forgetting an date. So he would have to sing, and his throat had been hurting all day. Then he couldn’t find his mask. And finally while he was trying to calm himself down, there was knock at his dressing room door. He couldn’t get a fucking minute alone.

“Fuck off!” He shouted, trying to tune his guitar. But the person didn’t fuck off. You opened the door and poked your head through the door. “Need help?” Your eyes widened. You hadn’t ever seen him with out his mask.

He was handsome safe to say. Rich brown hair, golden shimmering eyes, and a stubble that suited him. He wore black ripped jeans and a white tank top, typical rockstar outfit.

Adam glared at you but the ultimately decided you could be useful. “Come here.” His voice had a certain chill, it sent shocks of excitement down your spine. You walked over to him, and stood waiting for what he needed.

Adam looked you up and down and silently cursed. You wore a short ass skirt, with a crop maroon tank top — that did a poor job in hood your tits from spilling in Adams opinion. The platforms you wore, made you a bit taller but Adam still towered over you. And you wore those fucking fish nets.

Adam sat you down on the couch and put his guitar in your hands. He got behind you and put his hands over your own. You noticed he wasn’t wearing his gloves, you had also noticed how vain-y his hands really were along with his fore arms. “Do you know how to tune a guitar?” His breath fanned over your ear and blowing you hair the faintest bit.

“No,” you went to turn your head around to him but he grabbed your chin with his hand and pushed your head to look back at the guitar. “You see these nobs? The make the strings tighter and loser.” Adam reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone.

Once he had his tuning app pulled he placed said phone your thigh. He didn’t move his hand away from it, at least not before gripping your fishnets, wishing to tear them.

“Adjust the nobs accordingly and the app will tell you if it’s in tune or not, and if it needs to be looser or tighter. Understand?” You nodded your head, and he reluctantly pulled away from you.

He started to look around for his mask. He couldn’t preform without it. He was surprised that he was comfortable with you seeing his face. Despite that, he knew he wouldn’t be comfortable performing without it.

You started to tune his guitar, slightly confused at first, but slowly got the hang of it.

Adam had trouble finding his mask. He would look at you and think thoughts that would, we’ll send him to hell probably. When he would look away — after telling himself to stop being creepy — it wouldn’t be long till his eyes were back on you. So yeah, he couldn’t find his mask.

You looked up over to him and saw him staring directly at you. Placing the guitar on the couch you got up and walked over to him. Normally you would be wearing necklaces that would move with your steps but he took notice in your bare neck.

“It’s tuned.” He hummed and acted on his intrusive thoughts. He pulled you closer to him by your neck. “You know what would compliment this outfit? A collar.” His hand wrapped around your neck, and squeezed the tiniest bit, his veins bulging.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you tired to find your next words. “What kind?” Adam took another step, you chest now pushing against each other. “One with my name on it.”

Cocky bastard.

"20 MINUTES TILL SHOW TIME!” Someone called out from the hallways. Adam clenched his jaw in annoyance. “Ya wanna suck me off before I go on?” He said in a joking tone, but holy fuck that would take away about 85% of his problems. He was pent up. He wasn’t expecting you to do anything. You’d always brush away his sexual comments, which unsurprisingly was more often than not.

You raised a brow and started to unbutton his pants. “You have twenty minutes.” His hand on your throat tightened and you started to get on your knees.

You brought the zipper and started to pulled down with your teeth. Most girls he fucked tried to act innocent. Always looking at the package he had to offer as if it was the first dick they seen. But you — you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes begging. Like a fucking slut. You pulled his pants down a little — along with his boxers and started to pump him. Getting him hard but you did need to do it for long — seeing as he was already leaning precum.

Fuck if he had twenty minutes he was gonna make it worth it.

“I’ve gotten a hand job before babe, I prefer a blowjob.” He really couldn’t shut his mouth.

You brought your lips to his shaft and started to kiss him gentle, and so soft he shuttered. You continued to move you hand as you slowly took him in your mouth.

Your mouth was warm and you started to suck him off. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth — fulling his ego more — so you made up with the inches you couldn’t fit with your hand.

Your hand twisted around him and you sucked harder, making him throw his head back in a groan. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the moan wanting to escape.

“10 MINUTES!”

It was like a switch in Adam. He started to thrust into your mouth, desperately trying to release his frustration. Spit started to fall past your bottom lips — fuck, I need to be neat, you thought, insanely hot, Adam thought. You rest reached up and started to play with your nipples with your now free hands.

You could feel your gag reflex kicking, tightening your throat up. That had done it for Adam. “Fuck!” He poured himself into your mouth. Some dripped onto you lips and chin.

You looked up at licking you lips and wiping your chin with your pointer finger, before sucking that as well.

You throat had started to become sore. “THREE MINUTES! ANYONE SEEN ADAM?!” You looked to the door, but something caught your eye. Adams mask was under a desk. You crawled to it, seeing as it wasn’t far.

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m fucking you.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, handing Adam his mask.

Adam was wrong, it didn’t fix 85% of his problems. It fixed 100% of his issues. “TWO MINUTES!” That send Adam into over drive, but before he could put his mask on you grabbed his chin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Your lipstick was ruined, but a kiss mark still showed on him face. “See you out there.” You grabbed tissues and walked out. Adam not far behind you.

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Once the concert was over, Like normal you went to find Adam backstage. You stood behind him as he signed autographs. Your feet started to hurt from wearing play forms all day. Adam seemed to take notice.

“Take your shoes off.”

“And walk bare foot on this ground?” You raised you brow to him as if he was insane. Adam rolled his eyes and bent down on one knee in front of you.

He started to take your shoes off, you did little protest, happy to get them off. He then took off his own shoes and put your feet in them. Tying them tightly so they wouldn’t fall off.

Fans started to look in shock, people started to take photos while other glared in envy.

You kind of half expected Adam to wear your shoes — you didn’t know why — but he didn’t. He carried them for you and when you two left the building he slung an arm around you. “So this means we’re dating.” Even though it didn’t sound like a question, it was.

“If you can get Lutes blessing, sure.”

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Fuck. Adam hadn’t tried to ever convince someone of something so much before. He spent a total of 5 months proving himself to Lute. Proving himself to you. He could see why Lute wouldn’t trust him. He was a huge playboy but in those five months he gave that up. Only wanting one.

So when Lute gave him his blessing to date you, another five months later he was asking for your hand in marriage. To which you both called him deranged.

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Ahhhh I hope that was good? I feel like the ending was rushed so I may edit this sometime in the future

[getinthecar-elizabeth]

Title: Mi campeón

Pairing: Kylian x reader

Summary: watching and celebrating Kylian's first match as a Madrista

Warnings: suggestive content 😏

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I sat amongst the crowd. My leg bumped up and down in anticipation. The cheers and chants filled the air with a vibrant energy. The first half did not go so well. Both teams were on 0 at the beginning of the second half.

Deafening cheers filled the stadium as Valverde scored the first goal for Real Madrid. The atmosphere changed as the Real Madrid fans became more optimistic.

My eyes hardly left him. My heart skipped a beat every time his foot made contact with the ball. I was anxious. My hands covered my mouth as I muttered under my breath, "Come on, come on..." This was his first game and it was a big game, but Kylian was in his natural habitat on the pitch.

My breath stopped when Jude kicked the ball and it made contact with Kylian's foot...he took a shot.

I stood up screaming when the ball hit the back of the net. It was like an out-of-body experience. My body acted on its own, my hands shooting into the air as the crowd went berserk. It was unbelievable. His first game and his first goal. Unintentional tears filled my eyes, and my heart swelled as he celebrated with his teammates. Even after the adrenaline wore off, the tears just kept falling as the past few days replayed in the back of my mind. How happy he was about the training and how anxious he was about the game. I recalled the look on his face when he told me he was starting. He was like a child at a toy store on Christmas.

After the final whistle, Real Madrid were officially crowned the champions of Europe for the sixth time. I watched from a distance as he celebrated with his teammates and did a couple of interviews. His eyes kept on looking around and I knew he was searching for me.

When he walked away from another player's hug, I stepped out from behind the bodies that hid me from his view. A smile of relief appeared on his face when his eyes landed on me. He spread his arms and I ran to him. I jumped into his arms and he caught me. I giggled as he spun around.

He put me down and I smiled up at him. "Congratulations," I said.

"Merci," he replied with a smile. He pulled me by my waist and kissed me. My hands held onto his biceps as our lips moved together. The world around us lay forgotten for a second.

He pulled back when he tasted salt. He looked at me in concern when he realized I was crying. "What's wrong?" He wiped my tears with his thumbs.

I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm just so happy for you, and proud." I smiled at him.

He sighed in relief and laughed. "Me too."

"Kylian!" Someone called him. He looked back and they were gesturing to the cup. He turned to look back at me.

"Go. I'll be right here," I said.

He kissed me one more time and then ran over to his teammates.

After the celebrations, pictures, interviews and press conferences I went back to my hotel room. About an hour later I heard a knock and went to open the door. Kylian stood on the other side. He was dressed in sweatpants, a T-shirt and a zip-up hoodie. He smiled as his eyes scanned me from head to toe. I was dressed in short tights and his Real Madrid Jersey.

"Hi," my voice pulled his attention from my legs to my eyes.

"Bonsoir, mon amour," he said.

I opened the door wider and let him in. I shut the door and turned around only to be pushed back into it as Kylian's hands rubbed up and down my sides.

"Tu es si sexy dans mon maillot," (you look so sexy in my Jersey) his voice was suddenly low, turning my insides into melted butter.

I smiled as our foreheads joined together. I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. Kylian squeezed my thighs as he trailed kisses to my collarbone.

"You seemed pretty excited after you scored," I referred to the bulge in his pants earlier on. "Want to show me what that was all about?"

Kylian removed his mouth from my neck and looked into my eyes with a smirk. "Avec plaisir," (with pleasure), he said.

He tapped my thigh once and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his excitement already. He carried me to the bed and softly lay me down. He kicked off his shoes and climbed on top of me. His hand snuck inside my Jersey and grabbed my boob as our lips met once more in a heated dance of passion.

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Kylian rolled off me and lay next to me. My legs shook as we stared at the ceiling, our bodies covered in a sheen layer of sweat. After we caught our breaths, I turned to Kylian and said, "Well, that's one way to celebrate."

He looked at me and chuckled. He grabbed my thigh and kissed my forehead.

"Je t'aime," he said.

"Je t'aime," I responded.

Kylian grabbed my neck and kissed me. I felt something hard poke at my thigh. I separated my lips from his and looked down. He was hard, again. I looked into his eyes, and he had a look of desire mixed with mischief.

"Hm-hm," I shook my head. I tried to get out of the bed but he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.

"Kylian," I yelped and he chuckled. He climbed on top of me again and kissed me. He used his knee to spread my legs and position himself at my entrance. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hardness intrude on my walls once more.

It was going to be a long night.

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[bottomhyunjinbuffet]

Bloody Dance

╰┈➤ Summary: After years of being stuck in a cave, the last royal vampire finally broke out of his confinement and started to take control over things once again, giving back to those who were tortured and making sure those who enjoyed torturing vampires or anyone else below them were punished as they should, but word about a dancer, a hidden jewel. Made the King curious to come and get it out

╰┈➤ Characters/Pairings: Human! Hyunjin x Vampire! King Bang Chan

╰┈➤Genre: Smut, Non-Idol AU, Vampire AU

╰┈➤ Trope info: Chan is the last royal vampire and gets his power back and all of the land that was stolen from him. Will be mentions of mperg towards the end

╰┈➤ WC: 8.3k

╰┈➤ Network: @neverendingdreams-net

╰┈➤ Warnings: MDNI, prey/predator

╰┈➤ Ratings: 18+

╰┈➤ Credits: @anitalenia - banners

Some say this was bound to happen. Humans now being on the bottom of the food chain at the mercy of those who could and would easily toy and kill them as if they meant nothing to them anymore, like how some humans who were once seen to have it all and be at the top of the world would do to anyone else they saw as below them. But the king had enough of it, after being locked and chained down in a snowy, icy cave for years. Only to be brought out for torture reasons or boredom, he finally had enough and slowly begun taking back his home. Turning those into vampires like him or granting some just the simple gift of being immortal without the need to drink blood or wine for the rest of time until they choose to turn into ash or dust. But those who were untouchable were made to be immortal and used till others were done with them while the rest tried to navigate their new lives under the new rule. Being separated into districts, some being more watched and worse than most. The one almost every vampire would be seen if they were bored and thirsty was the entertainment district. Where human and vampires would be seen dancing and giving blood or offerings just to get by.

But this district had smaller sectors inside of those walls, the lower floors were for blood banks, second floor was for chatting, third floor was for special payments yet with the fourth floor had very few up there, but the price for them were high enough to where only the rich and royal could ever get inside or even a peak inside. Where it was mainly dancers, but they controlled the room and your actions. The most famous one was someone who almost everyone would gather scrapes just to get a peep at his face without seeing him through a window, only seeing his shadow dancing and hearing him sing along. Sometimes if he ever showed his outfits, his face was always covered to the point no one could see it. If you paid a good sum, this famous dancer would even allow you to pick his outfit, but his face remained covered with only his eyes showing. Tonight was another night for the dancer, sitting on his soft bench in his luxury robe and looking through his request, wanting to see how would be welcomed into his room till he saw the royal blue request sheet.

“The king has requested a night with you alone and will be there shortly at 11pm sharp. Please enjoy yourself before then and get prepared, we have already handled the others for the night.” Raising a brow, the dancer soon looked out his circle window to see the moonlight shinning through his window into his room, curiosity filling him. The king wants to see him tonight for a one on one? The dancer has had several members of the royal court come down to his room just to see him dance and listen to him. Some have tried to get closer but the dancer would be quick to get them escorted out of his room while he kept all the money, enjoying the aftermath of such. “Well, I guess I should wear his royal colors with some waist chains, maybe some long neck ones with my bracelets and maybe something else, just depends on what I can find.” Setting down the letter the dancer walked to the double doors and opened them slowly, looking at his large Varity of clothes and jewels for the night. Passing by the rainbow of colors the dancer found a long black skirt, the legs being shown with only the front being covered, a gold strap that wrapped around his inner thighs with the top of the skirt being covered in red rubies with some dangling down. Grabbing a gold belly chain and clipping around, adding about three of them and letting some jewels dangle on his hips.

Hanging up his robe on its own hanger and rack, the dancer walked to the sleeves, grabbing two black and red ruffle sleeves that would create more of an illusion, sliding on two black brackets before looking at the veils. Looking around, he found the black and red one, clipping it behind his head so it covered his mouth and nose, the jewels creating another illusion. But he needed chest chains, long ones that dangled and clicked with each movement he made, along with heels just to make for another illusion. Looking at the display, the dancer slowly grabbed some chains on his chest, creating a black, gold and red illusion of someone who's expensive, but classy. It’s something he thrives off of and enjoys watching those get on their knees just to get close to him. He has vampires at his feet and humans alike. Just to add some more sparkle to his outfit, he added some head jewels just to add some more gold to his look. His shoulder length hair flowing in the light as he added some black sparkling eyeshadow to add more of a trance.

Looking in the full-length mirror, holding a pair of black and red heels and slowly slipping them on before twirling in the mirror, softly smiling to himself before walking and allowing his heels to click against the marble floor to his white and golden doors before slowly opening them, looking up to see a tall man standing in his room, slowly looking around and luxury items before the two of them locked eyes with each other. The mans short yet combed back hair showing his handsome structured face, red plump lips, with his left eye being a dark brown but his right eye being more silver and black. It was his trademark when people were talking about him. His black leather gloves covering his hands yet matched so well with his leather long coat, hiding his leather pants and white shirt underneath. Yet showing his black combat boots. The two locked eyes for a moment, the stranger watching the dancer slowly walk over, almost creating a wave of black and red with a tone of soft jingles, bowing deeply to him before slowly standing up.

“So you're the infamous wave dancer I've heard so much about from my court, I must say, you know how to create the illusion and focus on your eyes.” The king said, slowly sitting on the soft white couch while letting his eyes wonder to the exposed skin and jewels before the dancer slowly sitting on his couch across from the king, slowly crossing his legs over as the two contained intense eye contact. “Figured I could make a nice living keeping people on their toes to see me, never thought I'd get to the King's attention though. I'm honored to see how far my efforts have gotten.” His smirk was hidden, but it was there while slowly pushing some of his hair back, their eyes never seem to look away from each other. The king's head slightly tilted to the side just ever so slightly like a snake watching a human with full curiosity. “Very pricey but you know your worth, given the outfit you picked, this wasn't just a simple pick, nor was it just already picked out.” “Would you like a twirl, hm?” “By all means, this is your domain, I am just a guest.” The dancer slowly stood up, spreading his legs slightly some before slowly twirling around, swaying his hips some the way he was trained to do just to keep people in a trance and not look away till they left the room to leave you lingering for more, but you'd have to pay for it.

Slowly turning back around, his sleeves and flowy lace cape swaying with soft clicks of the jewels before looking back at the king, the two locking eyes with each other again while the dancer let his legs peak out of the slits of his skirt to show the heels and his legs as well, crossing his arms some before slowly titling his head. “Where or who did this come from?” The dancer slowly walked to his quiet music player before playing a soft tune, something he plays just to add something in the background, but it would slowly add more tension to the two of them. “I believe on of your men, maybe in District 2, send me these as a gift saying a dancer should wear the kingdoms colors. The chains I've always had when I started here. Though they say I look good in red. Would you agree with that, my king?” The dancer slowly walked over and closer to the king, one finger slowly tracing up his shoulder and the back of his neck and the dancer walked behind the couch, watching the king's head slowly tilt in the directions just to keep staring. “Depends on the shade but, you do look ravishing, the gold adding as an eye catcher along with the ruffles. The stage name fits you.”

The dancer slowly twirled some before laying on the couch, looking up at the king who was slowly enjoying the viewing, keeping his hands to himself and not wanting to get too close without a go ahead flag. “You wanted a show, since you are a special guest, you get to pick the song I dance to and for how long. Let my grab the playlist, if you want to?” An intresting question with an interesting person, the dancer slowly stood up and grabbed the iPad that was locked only for music and nothing else. Letting his hips sway with each stop, letting his waist beads jingle with each stop, peeking back to see the king staring at everything and slightly licking his lips. “There is something I'd like to sing, and you dance to how you like.” “Ooo, I like that offer. By all means, pick as you wish.” Slowly handing over the iPad, the king scrolled through, listening to each sample before sticking with one, letting it stay on loop before looking to see the dancer slowly sway before he opened his eyes. His eyes never swaying, looking away while each word slowly left his mouth.

“Tunnel vison got my eyes, on you. Tracking very single line and every move. Heart is racing day and night, for you. Don't hold back, enjoy the ride, let it loose.” The king watched The dancer slowly sway at each word, sometimes leaning down or leaning up, shaking his hips to allow the jingles to ring while his legs stuck out like he was trying to pull someone into his web. Yet those fiery brown eyes stayed stuck on the king's eyes, neither of them looking away from each other like their actions were leading to this moment and neither of them were about to let go unless they truly had to. “The sirens keep on screaming that's a warning, we're staring at the ticket that says “one trip. No turning back, hold on to them railings it's only us but something saying, more, please.” The dancer slowly got closer, staying on his hands and knees, his slender hands slowly reaching up the king's coat to his own knees before pulling himself closer, the mask being the only thing stopping their lips from ever so slightly kissing each other at the right moment when teh king said those last two words. The two of them locking eyes, glad that no one was watching them or being able to stop them.

“Yeah this train never sleeps, brace yourself take a seat, don't you care about the casualties, casualties cause it's safe when it's just you and me, you and me, baby.” The dancer soon sat fully on the king's lap, letting out a soft yet quick gasp, his back resting against the king's rock-hard chest while feeling something poke from underneath him, making the dancer bite his lip with his head tilted to the side, his eyes fluttering close before he slowly made himself arch backwards. Feeling the king's large hands go to his waist, feeling like static. “I feel our heartbeats, shaking, trembling rough ride, hold on tight, yeah this train never sleeps. Hmm, need no break, breaks, this train the engines go insane, our lane, it rains. As long as we head en route, fear is dead, no doubt, baby trust me now.” The dancer slowly rose back up, his arms staying limp to his back before he slowly turned around and allowed his arms to move like small waves that were just slowly growing into larger waves.

Even when the king was reaching the end of his request, towards the end was a surprise to him as the dancer spun around only to sit back on his lap. The dancer's thighs straddling him while their eyes remained locked into each other's eyes. The king making sure he stayed still while their eyes flicked from each other's lips to their eyes. “Beautiful dance, I must say.” “Beautiful dance for an enticing song, anything else you would like to see before you sadly have to go?” The dancer's voice was filled with hope and a tang of sadness knowing that their time would have to end. His eyes searching into the king's eyes while his hands were resting on his shoulders. “Your name, and the rest of your face. I'd hate to ruin this veils of yours.” “Hwang Hyunjin, my king.” Hyunjin, the dancer, slowly unclipped the veil and set it down on the couch next to them. Hyunjin slowly sitting up and looking down into the king's eyes. “Ah the hwang family, I can make an expection for you.” “I can promise you, I never liked the family ties those…things.” Hyunjin knew his family had taken part in the torture of other vampires, but as a child hyunjin never once took part in it.

The king looked up at the dancer, seeing the fear slowly build in his eyes that was hiding being a show of confidence. The king's slowly moved his hand that went up to one of his cheeks, softly thumbing it feeling like Ice was slowly dripping down his face. “I can tell by the way you aren't trying to beg me for mercy like the rest of them when they finally saw me.” The king had a slight smirk on his face, he has that family under his constant watch while they get tortured daily. Their screams echoing from the caves he has them in while they beg for his mercy, the same thing he begged for and his freedom before making his mind. He never harmed the children, if he found a child he would take them to a place he knew they would be safe, after all he can hear everything so if someone tried him, they would set on display for those who need a reason to not cross him. “I would never harm a child nor would I allow any of the house lords to harm a child. Nice to see that this is what you've grown up to be, I'm sure your eomma will be happy to hear her prized son is living a life they wish they could.” The king softly tapped hyunjin's thighs out of habit, watching him slowly stand up, allowing his heels to click once again.

“Depends on the house I'm sent to afterwards. They keep the fourth floor dancers to a special house. Though we never stay in the same one, yet we're not allowed to bring much of anything with us that could get taken in case we forget.” Slowly walking around, hyunjin wanted to take his heels off, but he also needed to wait till the timer was up or when the king left. “So they keep you moving? I think that's for a reason so no one tracks you and tries to get unpaid service. After all, you bring the most money, the most people. They can't let something happen.” Hyunjin smiled softly before walking back over to grab his veil, holding it in his hands before slowly clipping it back behind him. Turning to lock eyes with the king who seemed to mess with his jacket as if he were going to take it off. “Go get dressed to leave, I'll take you to a favorite I've heard of and ensure your rest and day there will bring a great work day, If I'm free to come and see you the next night.” “The king giving a dancer a ride?” “Do I need to make it an order, hwang?” The king slowly walked closer to him, leaning closer to him with one of his gloved hands holding his covered chin.

“I will be back, my king.” Hyunjin said in a soft whisper, slowly pulling away and walking back to the large double doors of his closet. Slowly opening the doors and walking inside, letting the doors close behind him as he undressed himself. He always put away his veil and head jewelry away so nothing got caught or tangled. Putting them back on their hangers carefully to make sure nothing got caught while keeping the veil's spaced out, along with the chains before carefully taking off his pants and hanging them backup in place. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail so he could wipe off all the glitter makeup and blush from his face. Softly humming the lyrics that were now stuck in his head from earlier before finally got dressed. Grabbing his baggy sweats and oversized hoodie that made him look smaller than he truly is. His dirty shoes being the last thing he needed before walking out, letting his hair back down since he doesn't truly need it to be like that tonight. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were smaller with this outfit.” Hyunjin walked over, standing in front of the king with a soft smile on his face that never seemed to leave while his eyes relaxed enough to show their soften state. Almost giving off the boba look where there was nothing but soft and adorable eyes that seemed to reflect every light in their ways.

The king wrapped one arm around Hyunjin's waist before walking out of the room and slowly going down the wooden stairs to the bottom floor. Walking past the cleaning crew with his head held down with his hands in his pocket. “Keep your head up high, you're special, Hwang.” The king opened the door to his limo, something he grew to like when he got back into power, it was better than an old horse carriage but happy to enjoy this again. The black leather seats with red accents. The driver coming out to open the door for the two of them to get in the car, teh king getting in first to scoot back to the far end while holding his hand out to help hyunjin get inside the car. Slowly crawling inside of the car to sit next to him, letting out a relaxed sigh while looking more relaxed than having to wait for someone to drive him to another place just for the night. This one was a favorite of the king, so it had to be good now didn't it. “Would you ever want your own small house?” “It's impossible to own a house as a human now, where would I even get one?”

Looking at the king, who had a curious look on his face, crossing one leg over the other with his hands resting back on his knees while Hyunjin had his legs spread open just a little while slouching a little on the comfortable chair. “That's not what I asked, now is it?” Hyunjin slowly blinked while his mind was trying to think of an answer. “I would, but it wouldn't be cheap.” “Of course not, a Jewel is expensive and won't handle anything less. Hm, I might make something.” “You want to give me a house after one dance?” Just as the car stopped, the king pulled Hyunjin's hoodie closer to him, nearly pulling him to sit right back on his lap, their lips were almost touching but their eyes were locked in on each other as if no one else was there to mess with them anymore while the driver was slowly standing outside. “If you're going to carry the title of the Crimson Jewel, you need a place where I can get to you without having to worry about some thirsty vampire with a human pet trying to get closer to you. So yes, I'm getting you a house where I can send you thinks without worrying if someone has the never to take it.” Hyunjin rapidly blinked while parting his lips slightly, trying to think of some words but nothing was coming to mind.

“Now scoot, I have to get you inside.” Hyunin slowly got out, nearly stumbling before slowly standing up straight only to be dragged up to the large wooden doors. The king's arms wrapped around his waist while the doors seemed to have opened on their own. Revealing the large lounge area with black and red curtains hanging from the room that would slowly droop down to the floor. The floors having black carpet that felt soft on the bare feet since you had to take off your shoes in the respected area before walking to the large circle desk, where the main keeper sat with his large golden circle glasses, waving with his gloved hands. “Well hello my king, what brings you here with this special one?” “The best room you have. They'll be staying there till I can get something situation.” Hyunjin looked at the king in shocked before seeing a large golden key in front of him. “Top floor ready as always, would you like me to guide them for you?” “No thank you, Felix. I can handle it.”

The keeper, felix seemed to have a playful pout, winking at the king as he walked away with hyunjin by his side. “A past between the two of you?” Hyunjin asked, closing his mouth quickly as the two went up the 4 flights of stairs. “No, Felix is flirty with all of my men who come in here, especially Changbin. Getting jealous of the keeper downstairs now are we?” Hyunjin whipped his head around before being twirled around and held against the wall. The king grabbing his legs and wrapping them around his covered waist while leaning closer to the dancer, holding his chin and lifting it up, almost like the two of them were about to kiss each other. Yet he had a smirk on his face, enjoying the look of hyunjin's face and how he was trying to deny his words but could he truly lie to the king? “Just a curious question, I never seen someone like that before.” “Don’t worry, the closer you get to Felix, the more he might try to playfully flirt with you. Maybe when he sees you're the most talked about dancer, he might even ask for some advice on how to get his crushes attention.” Thumbing his bottom lip, the king was leaning closer, his other arm keeping Hyunjin's arms above his head, their lips were nearly touching each other, like a ghost just barely touching each other.

“Don't worry, you have my attention, just like how you have me wrapped around you're cute fingers.” Slowly letting him down, the king opened the door next to him and handed hyunjin the golden key, also sliding off his jacket and handing it to him. Seeing Hyunjin's dazed and shocked gaze as he tried to come back to reality. “When you finally lay down, and if you even think of touching yourself, wrap yourself fin my jacket and think of me till I can do what I want.” The king left, leaving a stun hyunjin who slowly smelled the jacket. Bitting his lip softly before walking into the room and closing the door behind him. Looking at the large room that had no kitchen, meaning there was a meal time downstairs. But one side had a large circle tub with tile floors and shelves for other things and on the other side there was a large circle bed for hyunjin to rest on and wouldn't fall off. Looking around and slowly getting undressed, walking to the small closet doors and grabbing something to sleep in, he was quick to take a shower, not wanting to fully enjoy himself since it was late and he truly just wanted to go to bed. Putting on the gown, knowing he would need time to get things in here before getting his own house, if the king is true to his words but not sure if he should trust it.

But he wore that jacket to sleep, wrapping it around him and laying down, he was hard, twitching even but he would not try it yet. He wanted to keep the king guessing if he didn’t anything yet before slowly giving in, but he would try nothing tonight, for now he just wanted to sleep. He knew that in the morning things were going to get a little more fun.

Waking up was weird, Hyunjin had done his morning routine when he rose from the soft and luxury bed with the jacket still wrapped around him, adding more warmth to himself while he looked in the closet to see if there was anything he would want to wear, but he heard the knock on the door just as he grabbed the handles. Turning to walk over, he opened the door to see Felix. Fixing his fancy yet dangling glasses and tucking his hair behind his ears while holding a box. “Good morning handsome! Hope you slept amazingly.” He cheered, his deep voice nearly throwing off hyunjin once again, but it was there, then again the king said he was flirty with almost everyone. “Oh…Good morning? Would you like to come in or?” “All up to you, if not I can leave this out here and meet you downstairs to explain what all we have to eat, though it would ruin the surprise.” Hyunjin slowly moved to the side to let the excited man walk inside. Seeing him skip before slowly closing the door behind him, trying to get used to seeing the man.

His outfit was different today, wearing a long black trench coat that only had the middle two buttons buttoned up, to still show his dark red shirt that he had tucked into his black slacks that were hovering above his black boots. His hair tied back into a high ponytail with some bangs hovering to the sides of his face. Still showing off his round gold glasses while he set the large black box on the floor, lifting up the lid and setting it to the side before slowly holding up an outfit, turning to face a confused but excited hyunjin. “The king sent you this and wanted me to help get you dressed in this, along with giving you a tore of the rest of this place since everything else is hidden behind those scary looking trees before you go to work. He also said you looked good in anything that hugs you, but not so tight.”

Setting out the outfit on the bed, it was a white loose shirt with a black harness with black cargo jeans, all that pocket space and loose belts that would bounce with each step he took along with some brand new combat boots. “And of course, while you get excited he handpicked some accessories before having them send over here. I think you'll like them.” It was hard for Felix to hide a smirk as he puled out the display cases of the jewelry. A long white and black necklace that came with a smaller one that could pass off as a chocked with a heart in the middle. Some rings to go on each finger if he so wished, actual diamond earrings with a matching diamond bracelet. And lastly some chains to go along his pants, the gloves were optional but if not they could always stay in the room. “He picked these out for me?” Hyunjin asked, slowly setting the coat on the bed, getting his own clothes off since he was used to getting dressed with others around since there was just no point in getting shy.

“There is a lot here that no one who didn't get an invitation. All of which I will show you for your stay here till the king makes a place that fits your standards.” Felix turned over only to look away quickly, keeping his head up high while Hyunjin got dressed, adjusting the belts and harness to his liking before looking at the jewelry at his disposal. “You can look at me, I'm fully dressed this time.” Slowly clipping on the earrings, letting them dangle from the side of his head and holding up the necklaces, he turned back to Felix, who already knew the next question and helped clipped them to Hyunjin's liking while getting the chains together. Slowly stepping back to look at the taller male who pulled this outfit off effortlessly, even with the shoes on he made it look amazing. “What else is there to see? Is this not just a resting place?” Felix smirked while doing a follow me motion. Walking out of the room with a happy skip even. “Oh, you are in for a long day.”

“Are you sure I can't pay for extra?” “Sir, I will not be saying it again. I won't be saying ti again.” Hyunjin huffed, crossing his arms while leaning against the wall of his main room, staring down at a man who was counting out the bills he owed hyunjin for his performance of the night, all the while he just stood there watching him. Once the money sat on teh table, hyunjin waited till the man had left the room fully before counting. Honestly, he was over being here, he was tiring of going through the motions, even when he tried to make himself excited it was never working. Walking to his closet he got himself dressed in his oversized pajamas, wrapping the long trench coat around his shoulders before walking out of his room, his bag for his money hidden under the coat as he said goodbye to his coworkers and walked out of the wooden doors, stopping while looking at the kingdom car. Seeing it pull up closer to him before stopping, allowing a messenger to get out and walk over to him with a letter he was supposed to read. “How can I help you?” “The king doesn't know we're doing this, but he's just returned and looks like he's about to lose his mind if he doesn't see you soon. We've cleared the palace of everyone since it would mask you. But he needs to see you, badly.”

Watching hyunjin slowly blink, letting the words sink in before looking over to the palace, standing ever so still but the bats kept flying around, almost blacking out the moon that would shine so bright. “What about my things at the cabin?” “We will take care of that, even if you don't trust us the bats will alert him if any of us try anything and given his state of mind right now, we would be dead.” Nodding his head, hyunjin walked to the back of the car and got in, messing with the coat some since it was the kings, sitting in the back of the car while zoning out in his thoughts. He's gotten used to talking with some of the king’s men when they were asking him questions about the things he would want since Chan wasn’t there, but gave them orders to make sure hyunjin got whatever he asked for even it seemed impossible to get or unlike. He first joked about having his own place, getting used to joking around with felix before the fancy inn he was running gets too busy with events he had to monitor.

Sometimes they would meet at hyunjin's house and talk for hours on end about any and everything. Cook in his kitchen or even just sit on his massive bed or couch with something playing on his tv. Hyunjin knew felix couldn’t do it tonight and just thought he was going to be at home with no one to talk to. But now here he is, the large staircase leading to the dark palace where the king was, where it would just be the two of them and no one else. The assistant got out and helped hyunjin get out of the car. Standing close but not close enough to where hyunjin would smell like him, wanting to keep his head on his shoulders. “Here, it's the money from tonight, please leave this in my room if you can get inside the house.” Hyunjin added quickly, slowly taking out the handheld bag and handing it over to the man before walking up the stairs to the large black doors. Hyunjin standing there frozen as if he were stuck, trying to regain his confidence while the vampire slowly opened one door. “No one knows where he is now since when we came to get you he was pacing in the ballroom, but he should smell you without the jacket, smelling you and hearing your voice should do the trick.” Slowly handing over the coat, hyunjin walked inside the corridor, letting the door slowly close behind him while the sound of the bats sreeching and flying rung in his ears.

Seeing them fly around in some places while his shoes were slowly clicking against the floor, each hallway lead to somewhere new, each door hiding something behind it but still walking past each one. “Chan? My king?” His voice echoed through each room, his heart was racing while he looked around each corner with hope. While Chan had turned his head from his bathroom mirror, his fangs showing with his eyes wide, thinking he was slowly losing his mind quicker while he quietly left his room. Keeping his footsteps silent while he listened and sniffed around, making sure he was hearing the person he couldn't wait to see. Looking down from one opening, hiding in the shadows he saw him. Hyunjin slowly walking while his head was looking around in each corner he could see. Chan could now clearly hear his quickened heartbeat, licking his fangs while quietly walking to the staircase that hyunjin was bound to come to since the hallway was leading to an end soon. He had to lure him to his room, knowing if he pounced now there would be no walking around anywhere. So Chan waited till he could see hyunjin walking up the spiral staircase, where almost no light showed since the bats were flying high.

But he let his boots lead the way, hyunjin almost jumping but chasing after the sound of the boots in the dimly light hallway before finding himself in a room, everything being in black and red, the bed looking like a mess, some claw marks on the walls and the windows being covered so no light was peaking inside. The only light being the fireplace and wall lamps that were dimmed as well. “Chan..?” His voice was quiet but loud enough to hear while he slowly looked around the room. Once he was in the middle, the door slammed shut and just as hyunjin jumped to turn around, Chan’s arms wrapped around his small waist, the force causing hyunjin to fall back on the soft bed while chan stared him down. His frantic eyes scanning each part of him while his hands gripped the satin sheets on each side of Hyunjin's head. “How did you get here? You weren't supposed to know I was back.” His voice was like a whisper, his eyes showing a fight that he was trying so hard to win after so long, his shoulders tense while he tried to hide his fangs.

Hyunjin slowly moved his hands up, making sure not to make quick movements before his hands slowly and softly cupped Chan's cheeks, watching him relax even just a little, letting out a breathe he didn't even know he was holding. “Two of your drivers picked me up after work saying how badly you needed to me before losing it so I came. Almost thought they were lying till now.” Chan leaned into Hyunjin’s touch, his head turning to smell his hands with his eyes fluttering closed, letting hyunjin watch while his body went from relaxed, to tense, too slowly trying to relax again. “I was so mad I had to leave after day one…I wanted to do so many stupid things just to get it done and come back but couldn't risk it. Even watching you through the bats wasn't enough, I'm so wrapped in you that leaving for so long drives me insane.” Never once did hyunjin speak, watching the king smell his hand, slowly going up to his neck and letting out relaxed sighs each time while the two just laid on the edge of the bed. This was a sight no one else would see or hear, something that made hyunjin realise those gifts weren't just because he was considered a jewel, but because he meant this much to the king.

He could feel his fangs grazing over his neck, the king wanted to bite but was too scared if he did. “Then why are you so hesitate to bite me?” “Because it wouldn't be a simple drink. I'd turn you, and that's just-" “Then turn me. We both know I won't be human for much longer.” Chuckling at the idea, hyunjin watched the king rose from his neck just for the two to lock eyes with each other, but chan wanted to hear more, why should he turn him now and not wait? “My family is being handled for their crimes, and I've gotten so used to talking with felix and being around vampires some of my coworkers are thinking I am one and I just enjoy dancing because I make it look easy. Felix let's me taste things no human would ever be given even if they were favored, even telling me at this point I'm one, why wait when we both know how it will end? Besides.” Felix his confidence come back, rising to the king’s ear with his hands slowly going down to his vest. “I'd be able to take a rougher pounding from you then if I were human. You'd be too worried if I would faint and hold back when you've had to do so for so long it would just drive you crazy. If you're gonna let loose, why stop yourself?”

Laying back on the bed, he stared up into the king's eyes, never looking elsewhere even when he felt the large hand wrap around his neck, not squeezing it but so the king could lean down closer. “You… are too addicting and you know it so well.” Before hyunjin could give a response, Chan moved his hand away and bit into hyunjin's neck, heairng the loud gasp and feeling his hands tightly grip his broad shoulders. Chan closed his eyes as he bit harder, knowing he wanted to turn the male. He could hear the sounds coming, which made him even more excited the more he drank before slowly pulling away. He didn’t drink him dry, just enough to have his body in a fight or flight while his breathing was shallow. Harshly bitting his own hand, letting the blood not only pour from his hand but from his mouth. Watching hyunjin’s eyes widen with a hint of red slowly glowing in his eyes while his chest begun to rise and fall once more. His mouth opening wider to catch each drop while chan let his bleeding hand get closer, watching hyunjin lean up to catch and suck on the cut.

“You need to drink a lot from me to even be considered a royal, can you handle this much blood at once? I know mine is delicious but it can also drive you insane if your too cocky hwang.” As cocky as chan sounded, he was worried about doing this because Hyunjin's body was already shaking. But his eyes stayed locked in and wide. His nails were digging into the sheets under him while his legs were squirming and nearly kicking him even. Hyunjin needed to drink a lot, this was Chan's favorite way to turn people regardless of who they were, showing their fight for survival and how far some will go to even get there. After a while of fighting, not only did the scar slowly close up, hyunjin licked his lips of any dripping blood while trying to slowly sit up on his elbows while his eyes seemed to relax from their fiery red color to a subtle brown.

“You made that way hotter than it needed to be now just fucking kiss me already.” He huffed out, grabbing onto the king's collar to pull him down as the two fell back on the messy bed, their lips tangling with each other while their hands roamed. Hyunjin's hand’s trying so hard to get the buttons from the vest undone and taking it off, while Chan's hands were going under Hyunjin's loose shirt and to feel his bare skin, pulling away quickly, Hyunjin letting out a whine before trying to scoot back on the bed, seeing Chan bite the tips of his gloves just to pull them off to the side. Tossing them somewhere in the room while he slipped off his annoying vest and shirt, his eyes never leaving Hyunjin as the smaller male was taking off his shirt, tossing it somewhere against a wall, the moment the shirt was gone he saw the king in front of him, his lips latching back onto to his neck to leave hickies. Chan sucked on his neck and collarbone hard, like he had no plans to let go while keeping hyunjin under him, but letting his hands fully roam to feel things. Hyunjin's hands would feel against Chan's chest and stomach, feeling his abs despite their being almost no room between the two, his legs parting away more to wrap around the king's waist just to keep them together.

Hyunjin finally letting out a moan when the king tugged his hair back, but his head was moving down to suck on his nipples, nibbling on each one just to watch him crumble, his hands going down to Hyunjin’s sides to keep him in place before pulling away, licking off some of the blood that was leaking still since the taste alone was enough to keep him going back for more, leaving a sweet taste in his mouth. “Think we can put this mouth of yours to use, hm? See how much you can take before we nearly break the wall, what do you think? His voice was like a whisper but it was deep and raspy, one hand keeping hyunjin's hair back, the other one pressing against one nipple at a time just to watch hyunjin start to squirm and whimper. “I wanna suck, please let me suck, please fuck!” His voice was getting higher, his hips were bucking up high before falling against the bed, watching Chan stand up at the end of the bed while taking off his pants, letting them fall to the ground along with his boxers, hissing some because of the air hitting his hard cock that was twitching now that it was free.

Hyunjin crawled over, looking at it with wide eyes with his mouth opened, softly licking the tip while looking up at Chan. His innocent eyes peaking out of his hair while he took in one inch at a time, keeping his throat relaxed while he stayed on his hands and knees. breathing though his nose while slowly bobbing his head, his eyes fluttering closed while he heard Chan’s soft groans fly around his ear. Letting his tongue slowly swirl around it while he picked up speed. Letting out gagging sounds while his hands moved back up to Chan’s thick thighs, digging his nails into each one to keep himself steady while his head was going faster. His muffled loud moans mixed with slurp sounds and gagging sounds. His eyes tried to open, looking up at Chan's pleasured face while enjoying the feeling of Chan's hand going through his hair only to grab a handful, deciding to take control back he began to quickly move his hips so his tip was hitting the back of Hyunjin's throat, he knew it was going to be raw, but he was lost in his own heaven and there was no pulling him back down yet.

Tears building in the corners of Hyunjin's eyes, he had to keep his hands on Chan's thighs while he felt himself twitching. But came as a surprise when Hyunjin pulled away, sticking his tongue out while fluttering his eyes opened, catching his breath while staring at a hard and confused chan before speaking. “Inside, please cum inside me I wanna feel it in there while I can still scream.” Letting Chan just toss him against the bed, ripping off his pants and boxers, Chan grabbed his legs and pulled him closer, leaving his legs on his shoulders while his hands held onto his thighs. Hyunjin resting on his elbows so the pair could stare up at each other and maybe even makeout. “Don't finger me, I can take it just please, fucking use me till I can't talk anymore fuck.” His whimpers and pleads were music to Chan's ears, listening without hesitation as he pushed himself in all in one go. Watching Hyunjin's back arch while his eyes rolled back before letting out a music of moans and cries. Letting his body fall against the bed while he tried to look down at the show.

Seeing Chan's hips thrust into Hyunjin like he was running, his pace fast with hard thrust to hit his prostate with each movement. Everytime Hyunjin tried to talk, Chan was basically moving his fingers as an instrument. His pace either teasingly slowing down to make hyunjin beg in frustration or going faster just to see and hear him stumble over his words with his eyes rolling back. His hair bouncing around with his legs shaking. hyunjin's broken moans and cries only somehow getting louder and louder while his hands stayed scratching the king's shoulders and back. Never letting go and even drawing blood at how deep his nails were getting, but it only made Chan encourage him more. “My my look at you, you're taking me in like you were made for this. Is this what you were made for? Being my cockslut to the point you can't even form words anymore? All you can do is scratch me and beg for more like a broken record. Come on hwang, let me hear you one more time.” He rasped out in Hyunjin's ears, his thrust getting more erratic and rushed while licking hyunjin's tears.

Hearing his pants and moans getting louder and louder and watching him try his hardest to form words outside of the word please. “Shit, shit shit shit! Yes, fuck I can't I'm gonna cum please let me cum please.” With a large smirk chan stayed still, letting out his release while watching Hyunjin squirm and let out a broken cry while coughing. HIs body trembling while Chan let him ride out his high, hearing hyunjin whimper while trying to keep himself awake so he could see what chan was doing while hearing him. He didn't want to go to sleep but he could tell that his body was tired, nearly passing out in the process but it was worth it and he would gladly do it again, which he knew would happen at some point but he wasn't truly sure when it would happen. Chan waited till Hyunjin's body stopped shaking and trembling,maybe not a lot but enough to where he wasn't squeezing him so tightly that Chan couldn't pull out.

Once he finally pulled out, he waved his hand around and held a towel and began carefully cleaning hyunjin top to bottom. Not pressing too hard but making sure he could get things right. He knew he needed to actually give hyunjin a bath, but he also knew Hyunjin was too tired for one for his first time since he doesn't know what to do. But he could see the sweat all over the bed, slowly picking up hyunjin while whistling to the bats, watching the bats change the sheets for him and made his bed. Finally, laying back in bed and holding hyunjin close. He kept Hyunjin's face in his bare chest, just close enough to where he could talk and just let hyunjin rest and talk in his ear. “I'll do better care in the morning before we really start the day, I love you hyunjin. Rest your voice before you try to say anything, okay?”

“It's times like this I hate being a vampire.” One driver said, sitting in his car and rubbing his face, wanting to cover his ears but he would just hear the sounds again in his head. “He sounded like he was killing the poor dude!” The second one said, letting go of his hair while they sat far away from the palace, yet could still hear everything and hated it. “And this is just the first time… it's gonna get worse.” “Dude. Shut the fuck up.”

[clozeliz]

Title: Two Weeks go by

Two weeks later, the living room was unusually quiet.

Jay sat slouched on the couch, elbows on his knees, rubbing the tension from his face. Across from him, Hank leaned back in the armchair, holding a cup of black coffee, his expression unreadable. Will stood near the kitchen counter, sipping a drink, while Connor hovered by the sliding door, looking outside, deep in thought. Dr. Charles sat on the edge of the armrest beside Jay, a notepad resting on his knee—more habit than necessity at this point.

They’d gathered for one reason: to discuss what came next. Specifically, whether Hank should move back home.

“She’s doing so much better,” Jay began, voice quiet. “Routine’s helping. Accidents are less frequent. No major attacks in a week. We’re… getting somewhere.”

“But?” Dr. Charles prompted gently.

Jay looked up at Hank, then back down. “But I don’t know if that’s because of the meds… or because she knows you’re down the hall, ready to come get her in the middle of the night.”

Hank set his cup down. “I never planned to stay long. I wanted to help. Just didn’t expect I’d…” His voice trailed off.

“Want to stay?” Dr. Charles offered.

Hank nodded, slow. “Yeah. I mean… I’m not desperate to be back in that empty house. I found something here again. I’ve got her… both of them.”

Will exhaled slowly. “Jay, this isn’t just about your comfort. We have to ask: what happens to Chloe’s progress if her safety net disappears?”

“I’ve thought about that,” Jay said. “We’ve built her up so carefully, so gently. I don’t want to pull a rug out from under her. But I don’t want her to depend on something temporary, either.”

Connor finally turned around. “She’s still vulnerable. She’s had trauma, Jay. The hospital. The surgery. The falls. The flashbacks. She might not show it every minute, but her body is still recovering. And emotionally? She needs all the stability she can get.”

“So who tells her?” Hank asked suddenly. “If I stay or go. Who says the words?”

Everyone was quiet for a beat.

“I do,” Jay said at last. “I’m her dad. But I want you there when I do, Hank. She deserves to know she matters that much to both of us.”

Before the conversation could continue, light footsteps echoed upstairs.

Chloe burst into the room in a swirl of pink pajama pants and tangled hair, giggling as she ran in, holding a toy in one hand. “G’ampa! Dada!”

Jay opened his arms and she ran into him. “Hey, Bug. You’re up early.”

Chloe nodded, then paused and shifted in his lap. Her smile faded. She whispered something in his ear.

Jay blinked, then smiled gently. “It’s okay, sweetie. Happens.”

She had wet herself. Not entirely unexpected. She’d been back in night-time diapers only, but mornings sometimes snuck up on her—especially after long dreams or heavy sleep.

“G’ampa?” Chloe turned her head. “You change me?”

Hank chuckled softly. “Course I can, sweetheart. Let’s go, c’mon.”

Chloe reached out to him, thumb in her mouth.

Upstairs, Hank laid her gently on her changing mat, expertly removing her wet pull-up, cleaning her up with warm wipes. “Still sleepy, bug?”

She nodded slowly. “Diaper cold.”

“Well, lucky for you,” Hank grinned, “this one’s warm from my jacket pocket.”

Chloe giggled, a sleepy bubble of joy escaping her lips. As Hank fastened the tabs, she relaxed—until her chest hitched.

“…ug…”

It came out small and panicked. Then came the wheeze.

Downstairs, Connor and Will jumped to their feet just as Hank called out: “Jay!”

Jay was already halfway up the stairs.

Connor was behind him, med bag slung over his shoulder, Will right on his heels.

Inside the room, Chloe was sitting up, her breaths shallow, wheezing. Jay knelt in front of her immediately.

“She’s tight,” Hank said, alarmed. “She was fine five minutes ago.”

Connor moved swiftly, pulling out the stethoscope and checking her lungs. “Very diminished air movement. We’re bordering on full bronchospasm.”

Will had the nebulizer running in seconds. “Chloe, sweetie, big girl breaths for me, okay?”

“I-I can’t—” she whimpered, now in full panic, small fingers digging into Hank’s arm.

“It’s okay,” Jay whispered, holding her hands. “Breathe with me.”

Dr. Charles stood in the doorway now, eyes heavy with concern.

“She needs a steroid push,” Connor said. “And we should consider an epi shot if she doesn’t respond in the next three minutes.”

“Heart rate’s spiking,” Will confirmed. “We need to get her stable.”

Connor administered the steroid, then stayed with her, watching closely.

After long, tense moments, Chloe began to settle. Her chest rose more evenly. Her eyes fluttered tiredly.

“…w…water,” she whispered.

Hank gently held a cup to her lips. “Small sips, baby girl.”

Once she was calm again and in clean pajamas, tucked up between Jay and Hank, Dr. Charles finally spoke.

“I think it’s clear now,” he said quietly. “Chloe is doing well… but she’s still fragile. That attack happened with no provocation—no running, no anxiety, just a drop in stability. That tells me her body’s still trying to find balance.”

“And emotionally?” Jay asked, looking at him.

Dr. Charles gave a small, sad smile. “She may not say the words yet, but her body is screaming them. She needs to feel safe. She needs predictability. And frankly, I think she needs all of you.”

Jay exhaled, shoulders sagging.

“So…” Hank began.

Dr. Charles gave a nod. “If you’re willing to stay, Hank… I believe it will help her heal. This isn’t a crutch. It’s scaffolding while she rebuilds.”

Jay looked up at his father figure, tears brimming. “You okay with that?”

Hank smirked. “I’ve got my room, my coffee, and the best grandkid on the planet asking me to change her diapers and read her bedtime stories. I’m more than okay.”

“Who tells her?” Will asked again.

Jay looked toward the door where Chloe was now sleeping peacefully.

“We all do,” Jay said. “Together.”

[cerebricarchives]

Fly It High

*After failing to enter the front door of the household of Caleb Ramos, where a TOJ Code Orange threat is taken place, Green Thunder tries the backdoor by going over the stone molded fence to the pool, to which he falls flat on his ass.*

⚡: AH DAMN! Augh...walk it off, boy. Walk it....huh.

*Green Thunder notices the pool needed some cleaning work, as weird pale creatures are surfaced on the pool, looking like veiny worms with dozens of legs, all of them not moving. GT gets up to investigate the pile of odd bodies, even getting a pool net and foolishly pokes at them.*

⚡: Well whatever the hell happened...damn seemed like an agent already got here. The hell are these th-

*In a smashing instance, a window from the second story breaks through with a worm creature plopped on the floor. In a moment it scurries it's little legs around, finding it's footing as Green Thunder is taking it lightly*

⚡: EUGH what the FUCK! The HELL is that goddamn thing!? No no no, I'm out, I'm-

*In a second instance, a man donning a bright shining blue armor jumps out of the window and lands right on his feet next to the crawling creature. Green Thunder backs up as the man swings a battle axe glowing with green and blue neon lights onto the floor, slicing the creature in half, all the while he gutturally screams in a thick Gaelic accent. As he kicks the pieces off to the pool, he looks up and notices the man in the green suit piece of tech, scared shitless.*

🪓: This doesn't concern you, false knight! Go back to your little cave.

⚡: Whoa okay. Time out, time out. =doing the time out gesture= Hold up, what the hell, what's going on? What happened here?

🪓: Star Spawns happened.

⚡: What?

🪓: =points battle axe to the pile of bodies soaking in the chloride dyed pool= Least I remind you of the Ancient's ways, corrupted by the master, where meteor showers or aurora borealis happen, the stars fall upon the Earth. You're lucky enough I showed up, otherwise your Trinity of Justice would have to keep them alive before they turn into worse beings.

⚡: =squats down eyeing the monsters= They look like the XenoQueen got it on with the Eraserhead baby...well you know when it was grown up and uh...well anyways if it will make you feel better I'm not with the ToJ. I'm on my own here, and I'd have to assume you are too?

🪓: I'm different from you, wandering warrior.

⚡: Right well I bet you heard about a Code Orange Threat here. Caleb Ramos, a professor from Riverstone University. Advanced biology but toyed around with making house flies the literal size of houses some dozen years ago. What made you so special that you happened by the area?

🪓: Fool that you are to misunderstand what's going on. If I may properly introduce myself, I am the combined son of Odin and Zeus. I was chosen by the true Heirs of the Ancients to protect the planet from The Master's plan to corrupt you beings much like he did with the Ancients. Wielding the Axe of All Knowns, Armor of the Southern Isles and power gifted from the True Heirs to undo the Master's plan, I am Thy Neon Viking!

*A breif pause happens as Green Thunder has to collect what this cosplayer has ranted in the past minute*

⚡: So...where's Caleb?

*Thy Neon Viking points his axe once again to the pile of bodies, especially to one where it's belly looks full.*

⚡: =Shakes head= Okay, I don't know what kind of nut job thing you got goin' on pal, but right now we got anomalies in the pool, an MIA civilian and by any moment an actual agent is gonna come by and for our sakes, pin this on the both of us. You and I gotta zip.

🪓: In a moment. =Turns around to the glass sided back door= There maybe some more Star Spawns. I'll hold them off back, you can just go.

⚡: You know I kind of realize something....out there in the drive way there was a station wagon. Looked pretty gritty, with a mismatched door. With a big screen TV at the back. =Looks over Neon Viking's shoulder, peering through the glass door to see a pretty bad scuffle. Tossed chairs, weird black goo on the walls, a nice clean outline where a TV would be hanging on the wall= So what's going on?

🪓: Hey like I said, Viking business. Okay so what, I broke the screen. You know what they say...uh...always recyle!

⚡: Buddy....=takes a big whiff= yeah that's skunk weed al-

*In a flashed moment Neon Viking jabs his fist to Green Thunder's stomach, whereas he holds onto the impact, putting his legs together and falls right by the poolside. Groaning in pain, Neon Viking runs right out to the door, smashes right through the glass door and goes through the spacious fancy household with his battle axe grinding through the floor, more like he's dragging it behind.*

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[didasgomas]

"A boat without port is free only until the storm breaks out"

Day 27 of October Practice

Prompt: Ignoring red flags

Warnings: None (ask to tag)

Part of "Eyes Blue", an au of "Fear Of The Deep" by @moonlightsmasquerade

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the houseboat's windows as Siren heard the back door unlocking. She set down the net she'd been mending and moved to help with the haul.

"Good day out there, Boss?" she called as he set everything on the floor.

"Oh, you know how it is," the Fisherman replied, "The sea gives what it wants to give."

Siren grabbed the nearest cooler, her idea, as he began placing his equipment on the table. The first cooler was lighter than expected, she could hear only a few fish sliding around inside. For someone who'd been out since dawn, it seemed like a disappointing haul.

"Not much today?" she asked, hauling the cooler to the sorting area.

"Quality over quantity, my dear. Quality over quantity." The Fisherman's eyes had that distant look they got sometimes, like he was seeing something beyond the walls. "Besides, I found some interesting things today. Always interesting things out there."

As they continued, Siren noticed the second cooler was heavier but made no sloshing sounds. When she lifted the lid, she only found three decent-sized kelps lying on top, but underneath was… something else. She pulled out what looked like a child's bracelet, still dripping with seawater.

"Boss, there's some jewelry mixed in with the kelp here," she said, holding up the small silver chain.

The Fisherman glanced over, his expression unreadable. "Ah, yes. Amazing what the ocean gives back, isn't it? People lose all kinds of things overboard all the time. I've been collecting them for years."

"Do you ever try to return them? Some of this stuff looks expensive."

"To who?" He let out a dry noise that could have been a chuckle if it had been louder. "Most of it's been down there for months, maybe years. Salt water doesn't exactly keep serial numbers, does it?"

Siren turned the bracelet over in her hands. It was small, clearly meant for a young boy, with tiny dolphin charms that still caught the light despite the tarnishing. Something about it felt wrong, old-looking but too clean for something that had supposedly been underwater for months.

"Where should I put this stuff?" she asked.

"There's a box in the storage compartment, third shelf down on the left. Just toss it in with the rest." The Fisherman was already busy sorting his fishing gear, hanging lines and organizing all the tackle. "Oh, and Siren? Best not to handle those things too much. Never know what kind of bacteria might be growing on them."

She didn't answer, just stared, and when he looked at her again, a loud laugh broke out of him as he saw her face of complete dislike. He knew she was studying marine biology, she'd told him before he hired her, and part of that biology meant learning what natural hazards can kill fish, which she had also explained at some point, so if anyone could name some of the most dangerous marine bacteria out there, that would Siren.

Despite not appreciating his joke about it, Siren still followed instructions and carried the bracelet to the storage area.

The box he'd mentioned was indeed there, and when she opened it, her breath caught, and not just because of the smell. It was full of personal items, even what looked like a child's toy boat. All of it looked far too well-preserved for ocean salvage.

"Boss?" she called back. "Some of this stuff looks really new. Are you sure it's been underwater long?"

"Time works differently down there," his voice came from across the houseboat. "Cold water preserves things. Amazing what it can do."

Siren stared at the collection for another moment, then quickly closed the box and pushed it back onto the shelf. She hadn't been into the water even once since she took up the mantle as Jeremy's guardian, so she couldn't confirm if the water really was cold enough to preserve so many things.

Her boss had known those waters for decades, and it wasn't like she was a forensic expert.

"The nets need to be checked for tears," her boss said as she returned to the main area. "That storm last week was rougher than I thought. Found some interesting damage patterns."

"Sure thing." She grabbed the nets and began examining them in the fading light.

The silence didn't last long as he glanced over at her again. "How's that boy you're looking after? Jeremy, isn't it?"

Siren looked up from the net she was mending. "He's doing okay. You know, typical teenager stuff. School, friends."

"Good, good. Nice kid, I imagine. Takes after his sister?" The Fisherman's tone was casual, but there was something intent in the way he asked. "Does he ever ask about her? Wonder where she went?"

"Sometimes," Siren said carefully. "I just tell him she needed space after everything that happened."

"Ah yes, terrible business that. The ocean can be so unpredictable." He paused in coiling a rope. "Jeremy ever outside much? Young men his age get curious fast around here."

"Not really. He's more into his video games and school projects."

"School projects?" His hands stilled completely. "What kind of projects?"

"Oh, you know, typical stuff. He's got something coming up about the state's history, actually."

"Legends." The word came out slowly, like he was tasting it. "I imagine that involves some folklore, no? Kids love that kind of thing, don't they?"

"Yeah, he mentioned wanting to interview some of the old-timers about stories they've heard."

Her boss just nodded. "There are legends, alright. But some legends are more true than others. Some are not always safe for curious young minds."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that some stories are better left as stories. The ocean has its own ways, its own… residents. Better to respect them from a distance." He resumed his work, but his movements seemed more deliberate now. "Perhaps tell Jeremy to focus on what's closer to shore. Safer that way."

"Sure…"

Something in his tone made her uncomfortable. She'd noticed he always seemed to know more about the local families than seemed normal for someone who kept to himself so much. But then again, it was a small town. Everyone knew everyone's business. Probably.

As they finished up, the Fisherman counted out her wages by twos, as usual. "Same time tomorrow, my dear. Weather's supposed to be good for fishing."

"Thanks, Boss. I'll be here."

[mspegasus17]

Shelby's Story

Summary: The story of my cat's life so far

Pairing: None

Words: 903

CW: Bad words

Read it on Wattpad, AO3, or below the cut ⬇️

Hey, my name is Shelby – I think. Or Shleby? Or Meowth? Or Sweetie? I'm a European Shorthair – at least that's what my vaccination record says – and I'm the mistress of my two servants, Mamau and Pawpaw.

I'm almost seven human years old, making me at my prime.

When I was just a few days old, my cat mom left me alone on a hiking trail in Mameow and Pawpaw's village. Pawpaw's Mameow found me. Alone and defenseless. I had just opened my little eyes and could walk. Grandmeow took me with her and cared for me with a man she called her friend. But since Grandmeow had two old, sick cats of her own at home, I had to stay with the man. He raised me and took good care of me, but I still didn't really like him. Since I was completely filthy, Grandmeow even gave me a bath. She immediately went on my shitlist. I hate water! Pawpaw also came to visit me at my foster father's house. I was still so tiny that I could fit in his hand. I immediately felt comfortable with Pawpaw. As soon as I was in his hand, I curled up and fell asleep. I knew immediately: He's my Pawpaw.

Unfortunately, my foster father was determined to keep me with him. I tried every means possible to make him understand I wasn’t feeling well. The giardia infection also contributed to that.

I pooped under my foster father’s sofa and on his bed, but he didon’t give up. When he had the brilliant idea of bringing a second cat into the apartment, I thought he’d completely lost his mind. Why, in the name of Three Cats, did he bring that nuisance into the hHouse? „Hope.“ Hope my ass.

I first showed her who’s boss. It was me. But my foster father still didn’t get it.

And then came the real shocker: That stupid Hope had a fungus. A sick cat isn’t enough; no, she must have a serious fungal infection. A real attention whore. To prevent me from getting infected, my foster father gave me to Pawpaw and Mameow. They took such good care of me, and I felt more comfortable than ever. But unfortunately, my foster father wanted me back after two weeks. Hope had also, unfortunately, recovered from her infection.

In protest, I retreated to the balcony and created my own little kingdom there. Okay, yes, I pooped there. But that’s just how it works! And when Hope came to the door, I chased her away. I showed her my paws up close.

After a while, my foster father finally got it. He asked Pawpaw if he wanted to have me with him forever. I’m so happy he said yes. Mameow and Pawpaw immediately set up the apartment for me. With a scratching post, toys, and everything.

Now that I officially belonged to them, Mameow could finally do something about my stomachachee. She took some of my poop to work and then came back with pills that I had to take for a few days.

Finally, my stomach was back in order, and I could now fully concentrate on being a cat.

As soon as I felt better, I sought out Mameow and Pawpaw. A little petting here, a little ear scratching there. BUT DON’T TOUCH MY BELLY!

I soon dared to lie on Mameow and Pawpaw’s laps and sleep in their bed.

A little nose nudge here, a little foot lick there. BUT DON’T TOUCH MY BELLY!

Spring came, and Mameow and Pawpaw bought a net for the balcony so I could go outside and not fall off. Mameow equipped the balcony with lots of sandboxes. So many litter boxes! But somehow she always scolds me when I use one. And then she always puts so much greenery in it. What’s that all about? So it’s time to pee slalom. Maybe she just wants to challenge me. She likes doing that. After all, she also brought me a puzzle tower and a puzzle board. And I have treat balls, too. But challenging a cat to do its business is pretty mean.

I’m gaining more and more trust in Mameow and Pawpaw. A little pat on the bottom here, a little eye-cleaning there. BUT DON’T TOUCH MY BELLY! Okay, Mameow can do that. Pawpaw can pick me up instead.

Over time, we’re learning my favourite things together. When Pawpaw cooks fish, I always get a piece. My favourite is salmon. Man, it tastes good! Mameow cooked me fresh chicken gtablets, and I devoured them right away.

Once, Mameow baked ginger cookies. But when I stole some, she wasn’t at all impressed. How could she deny me something so delicious?! The same thing happened with her pumpkin muffins. Man, this human can bake delicious things! And that even though she and Pawpaw aren’t the brightest. When I meow at them, they meow back in unison. But with tons of mistakes! Or they meow something that makes no sense at all. They’re both very strange creatures.

But they’re my family, and I love them more than anything. Even Grandmeow is allowed to pet me and play with me now. I’m having less and less of a problem with visitors.

I’ll be seven soon. I’ve been living with Mameow and Pawpaw for five years now. I’m overjoyed to be with them and feel they love me, too.

[brendanbrissonswh0re]

TEAM BABY

Never in a million years did you think you would have a baby at 17 but you did

Y/N POV

I’m y/n and if you asked me 4 years ago that I would be a mom I would’ve laughed in your face. But here I am with a 4 year old toddler named Harper. One thing about Harper is that she loved her daddy, she says she wants to be just like him when she grows up. Speaking of her super star hockey dad luke hughes, now luke loves Harper so much he does anything she tells him to do. And today Harper asked Luke if she can go to practice with him which makes my life a whole lot easier because I get a free day to relax.

LUKES POV

I’m in the middle of getting Harper dressed before she says to me “daddy i so excited for hockey time with you, will eddy be there?” I respond to her “yes baby eddy will be there” I think she has a little crush on eddy but I don’t mind because frankly I think it’s kinda cute.

At yost

While we’re walking in to yost Harper spots eddy and runs up to him while yelling “eddy I missed you” Ethan binds down so he can giver Harper a hug “missed you too love bug” Ethan responds to Harper. All three of us walk into yost together.

On the ice

While we’re practicing on the ice I see Harper in the corner of my eye trying to score a goal. “Daddy watch me” she says I turn around and watch her score a goal on the empty net “ good job baby girl, you’re starting to get real good,whenever we get home we’ll have to tell mommy that you made a goal” she replies back to me and says “mommy is gonna be so happy” I just nodded in response before getting back to my shooting drills. Soon enough practice is over and I’m begging Harper to get off the ice “Harper come on practice is over” I tell her “no daddy I wanna stay” she tells me “Harper if you get off the ice we can go get ice cream” and I’ve never saw that little toddler skate so fast off the ice in my entire life.

Y/N POV

As I’m finishing up dinner I hear the door open and Harper yelling “MOMMY MOMMY DADDY GOT ME ICE CREAM” “oh did he now” I look at luke and he smiles before kissing me. We break the kiss after Harper says “ew” and fake gags “mhm how was practice baby” luke responds and says “it was good but I missed you” he says before he gives me another kiss. “Harper why don’t you tell mommy what you did at practice today” luke says. Harper stops playing with her toys and runs into the kitchen “mommy I scored a goal!!!” “Oh wow baby that’s so cool, I’m so proud of you” I responded. By the time that conversation is over dinner is ready.

After dinner (still y/n pov)

“Mommy I sleepy” Harper tells me “well let’s you ready for bed hm” after I’m done getting Harper ready for bed I start to take a shower when i feel strong arms being placed around me “well I didn’t know you were gonna join me” I tell Luke. “ I would never miss a chance to shower with my sexy girlfriend” he whispered in my ear, before kissing my neck and running his hands all over my body. Needless to say we did a little more than wash our bodies in the shower that night.

This is only my second story so please lmk if you like it😭

[running2reanimation]

Playthings

Stick figures are made of two things: violence… and love.

King surveyed the carnage below him, staff in hand. The modified Virabots they had made were bringing ruin to the game that plagued his nightmares for so long. His son’s memory would soon be avenged.

The gaggle of teens that thought they could stand against him were overwhelmed by sheer numbers and soon they too would succumb to the onslaught.

From beside him he could hear the wild laughter of his partner-in-crime, without whom this wouldn’t have been possible: The Dark Lord.

He’d never been so glad he’d gone to investigate what had been going on by the bay that day instead of just shrugging it off and returning to work on his project.

After seeing the destructive power of the Dark Lord’s armbands he knew he had to find where the stick’s corpse had landed and take them for himself. They would be an invaluable asset to have.

But what he found in the crater was not a corpse, though chances were without assistance he soon would’ve been.

King would tell himself that he saved the Dark Lord because he saw the use of his Virabots and wanted to make use of them for his plans. But inside he knew the truth… he was lonely.

The Dark Lord eagerly helped with King’s plans, the two designed the Netherite Virabots together. When the Dark Lord’s legs never quite recovered, King made the stick bracers based on the design of his staff. The two of them made an excellent team.

And now, here they were, together on the cusp of victory and King threw back his head and joined the Dark Lord in his laughter.

The Dark Lord paused in his laughter to watch his King in the throes of euphoria before drifting next to him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek, which took the King by surprise and the Dark Lord laughed at his startled expression, “Just think, my King, today Minecraft, tomorrow the entire Netscape.”

“The entire…” That thought drew King up short. He didn’t want to destroy the whole Net, just Minecraft. Sure, he’d fought the children but they had insisted on getting in his way repeatedly. But the Net was full of innocent sticks…

“Dark Lord I-“ wait was that a musical cue?

———

Blue looked up from the scene he’d set with the toys in hand to his doorway where the whole crew had gathered to watch the show.

Blue felt the flush of his cheeks as he dropped the dolls which elicited a whine from Red, “No, don’t stop! I wanna know what happens next! Does King manage to convince Dark Lord to be less evil?”

“I figured it would be the other way around, and the Dark Lord would convince King to give up what few morals he had left,” Yellow commented from her spot in the door.

“Oh, uh, actually I was thinking-”

“Don’t tell us, Blue, show us,” Second Coming encouraged.

Blue, still feeling a bit of heat on his cheeks as he picked the dolls back up, “Uh yeah, sure, where was I?”

“Dark Lord I…”

[moonctzeny]

champagne sins

pairing: socialite! johnny x fem! reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,714

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight voyerism, slight degradation

a/n: I blame @sehunniepot for this

general taglist: @naomis-sins , @slightlymore-main , @jjaeyoonoh, @ichbinschnappi, @infnteen , @markresonates , @babyksworld

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You love the way your new designer dress hugs your figure tonight, sparkly fabric reflecting the light and making everything around you glow. You love the way the champagne bubbles tickle your tastebuds with their sour taste, on your third glass already and with no intention of stopping anytime soon. You especially love having Johnny eat you up with his eyes from the other side of the room, his honey-colored stare having an iron grip on you.

Letting your body move on its own accord and with a wobble in your step you walk over to where he’s standing, large body resting sideways on the decorated wall. Johnny’s a socialite, yet if you asked him what he did for a living you’d get a different answer every time. He’s a DJ at the biggest club in town, he’s a reality star, he owns real estate. Maybe he’s one of those pretty boys you pay handsomely to loop your arms around for the rest of the night.

And you don’t blame anyone that would want to have Johnny like this, hard to resist with this combination of tall height, dark locks, and even darker intentions. Tonight, he looks more expensive than all your jewelry combined with those leather pants that melt right over his thighs. He’d left the top button of his satin shirt unfastened, teasing you with his smooth, tanned skin, and you take the first leap of immorality by loosening the second one yourself. You’re endlessly jealous of those pearls for getting to loop around his neck.

“Undressing me before even saying hi?”

“Hi. Now can I do one more?”

He chuckles and you take it as a sign to hook your index on the third buttonhole, revealing the top row of his abs. They’re covered in small glitter particles from last night’s fun and you envision the masterpiece you could create with just some lipstick and your fingernails. A sweet smell hazes your mind further, a mixture of his cologne and that caramel-scented e-cig he likes nursing so much.

He hums while still frustratingly keeping his hands to himself, towering over you with his broad shoulders and crushing the surge of confidence caused by the liquid courage, “What has you so naughty tonight baby girl?”

“You”

He loves having people inflate his ego and you know how to take advantage of this fact very well. He pushes back his long bangs with his hand, wet from the heat in the penthouse and finally pulling you closer with the other. His rings dig right over the dimples on your back, just low enough to toy with what’s considered inappropriate in a room full of people. Not that anyone cares, really; everyone is high on the substance of their choice and Johnny is just simply your favorite of vices.

“Naughty, naughty girl”, he muses and you follow his lips like you’re hypnotized, enjoying the degrading way he kisses his teeth.

“You know, when you pretend to be all righteous it makes me wanna fuck you even more”, you bite back and something changes in his eyes, pupils expanding like a big black hole that’s about to swallow you entirely.

His fingers leave his scalp to now grab onto your jaw, thumb hindering the blood from going to your head and forcing you to look away from the tattoo on his chest. You’re so close now that you notice his tongue is toying with some blue-colored candy, its original spherical shape now being a mere wafer-thin piece of sugar.

“You didn’t have a mouth this dirty last time I saw you”

“I thought you loved my mouth”

He grins at your wits, flashing you the same million-dollar smile that gets him free drinks and pretty people at his feet at all times before finally planting his lips on yours.

You think that out of all Johnny’s beauteous features, his lips have to be your favorite ones. Bow shaped and soft, they beg you to suck, nibble, and bruise them, the other party invitees be damned. His right hand, previously resting on your waist, is now grabbing your ass shamelessly, and he takes advantage of the gasp you let out to press the remaining candy against your own tongue. You’re so preoccupied with the way he twirls in your mouth that you’ve pliantly allowed him to corner you between the wall and his body, and when he starts to lick right over the middle of your throat you don’t know if the room is spinning because of the champagne or him.

“Fuck”, you mutter as your half-lidded eyes stare into the ceiling, a familiar hardness poking the top of your thigh.

“Language”, he scolds you against your skin, with a tone so cold you don’t know how it spreads so much warmth to your body, “Good girls don’t swear”

“What if I want to be bad?”

“Follow me”

“Follow me”

You weed your way between the groups of beautiful people, grabbing a glass of champagne on the way, until you reach what seems to be the door to the party thrower’s office. A big “DON’T ENTER” sign hangs from the knob and Johnny throws it to the confetti-filled floor without the slightest guilt, leading you inside the study.

It’s a spacious room, with full-length windows and a mahogany desk placed in front of a filled bookshelf. You don’t even manage to ask him where he wants you when he starts ravaging your neck again, his big body making you backtrack to the reclining leather chair in the end of the office. Unadulterated arousal pulses through you with every bite he leaves behind, and you push him down onto the seat, momentarily enjoying the view of him sprawled like that just for you.

Impatiently, Johnny grabs the back of your bare thighs, pulling you on top of him, and you quickly start to unfasten his braided black belt. Endlessly entertained by the thought of messing with you, he starts petting over the skimpy fabric of your underwear in an effort to distract you. It works, with your fingers shaking as they try to push his pants below his hips while his own start circling around your swollen clit.

A pitiful sob graces his ears as he pushes your soaked up panties to the side, petting your raw pussy that drips with a mess you’ve made just for him. You move your hand between his thighs in retaliation when he pushes two fingers inside you, working him into his full length as your moans harmonize into the most filthy of tunes.

“Tightest fucking pussy. Dripping wet too. Did I do this, pretty girl? Or was I just your victim for the night?”

“Just for you”, you moan out as you move along with his fingers inside you, your hand gliding easily over his cock with the aid of his precum.

He looks so fucking good like that; all messy and sweaty and all yours that you tug the bottom parts of his shirt away from one another, buttons breaking and dancing all over the floor.

“That was expensive”, he mentions playfully just to tease you, knowing damn well this shirt was nothing compared to Johnny’s net worth.

“And I’m priceless”

You take the glass of champagne that you’d left on the floor and start to spill some of the bubbly liquid over his chest, watching manically as it travels through the lines of his abs. The pale moonlight that seeps through the window kisses the wet skin, making him look irresistible as you lean down to suck the drink from the hollows where his muscles connect. Johnny weaves his fingers through your locks and giggles at the feeling, shivering when you reach his happy trail.

“Had enough of a taste?”

“I need one more thing”, you purr and take a condom out of your purse. He strokes his cock lazily as you open the foil carefully, eyeing you hungrily in the meantime, as if he hasn’t taken a good look at you already. When you’re done slipping the condom over his shaft you line the throbbing member to your opening, mentally preparing yourself for the girth you know is about to come.

A breathy whine leaves your lips when he slips fully inside you, and the way Johnny stretches you out already has you seeing stars.

Languidly but full of pleasure you start to circle your hips over him, enjoying the blinking light of the city that falls to your feet. A fleeting feeling of panic surges through you when you see all the people on the road and the balconies of the lower buildings, feeling even more exposed than you already are.

“Johnny, what if someone sees us?”, you ask him innocently but never once do you stop grinding your hips, making him smile at the empty question.

“I thought you wanted to be bad? Not a good girl anymore?”, he teases and thrusts his hips forward without a warning, making you shriek with how deep he reaches inside you. “A naughty, filthy girl that wants my cock in a party full of guests and with the whole city watching.”

He lifts his hand to drag down the fabric of your top, successfully freeing your chest and exposing you even more, loving the way your boobs look as you ride him.

“You think that just because anyone that happens to look up to see you being all slutty for me I’m not gonna fuck you against every surface in this room?”

You whimper at this promise, and your experience with him vouches that it will soon turn into reality.

“Please”, he scoffs, “you better bounce”

[heckinconfusedparade]

How would the movie fam deal with a house invasion, like a robbery or something? An angry momma, literal officer, doggo and three alien kids defo wouldn’t be what they were anticipating. Would any of them be scared or would it be easy job done? In other words, go wild with this scenario!

If anyone should be scared it should be the intruder.

Let’s call him… John.

John is a weird guy. He’s done some pickpocketing, some shoplifting, nothing ever serious. But then in a bright moment of big brain, John decided tonight would be the night he would rob a house.

He’s walked by this house that’s fairly secluded from the town a few times. It’s perfect. It’s a nice house too, so surely the family has got a lot of good valued stuff.

John goes to the back door and carefully picks the lock. He cringes as the door creeks open. He opens his bag and stars placing small things like table decor into bag. He’s careful to not cause any loud clinking.

Then he hears it..

Click clack click clack..

Shit he thinks as Ozzie approaches him from the dark. Ozzie immediately stars barking. Then a flash of light. He tries to figure out where it came from or where it went.. but he’s hearing footsteps.

The foot steps are coming from in front of him, behind him, even above him. Then a figure illuminates in front of him. His heart drops. John has seen those Facebook posts. The first house he decides to rob OF COURSE IT WILL BE SONIC THE HEDGEHOGS HOUSE.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” Sonic asks slowly, looking very pissed off. John tries to clutch his bag, but realizes it’s empty. Sonic has already taken everything away from him. He stutters trying to think.

A deeper voice speaks from the shadows. Atop the counter is none other than Knuckles the echidna. “You heard the hedgehog. Answer his question before I pummel you.”

John feels tears prick his eyes. Then all the lights turn on. He is faced with angry parents. Tom has his badge clearly showing.

It’s a standoff. Tumbleweed.

Tom gets frustrated with the lack of answer “GREEN HILLS SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT PUT YOUR HANDS UP” he points his taser at John.

Knuckles balls his hands into fists. Sonic gets in starting position. Maddie cracks her knuckles and her neck ready to fucking throw down for her boys.

John throws his bag and tries to run out but is immediately faced with a small two tailed fox pointing a gun at him “Hi!” is all he hears before everything goes dark.

Ringing.

John opens his eyes slowly and quickly figures out that his legs have been tied and his hands are cuffed. He overhears a conversation.

“Do you think I was a little too hard on him? I didn’t think he would pass out so fast..” a small voice.

“Nah, don’t worry Tails, that electric net gun came in real handy. I think it’s one of my favourite inventions of yours. Just don’t use it on me.” Sonic and Tails laugh.

“You thought this would be easy, huh?” John looks to his side. Knuckles is crouched down beside him. “Did you think you could just break into someone’s home? That’s dishonourable. Your mother and father must be ashamed to have a son like you, Johnathan.” “H-how do you know my name??” “You were dumb enough to carry I.D. During a robbery.” “Oh..”

“He’s awake? Oh good. Knuckles, help him sit up.” Tom pulls up a chair as Knuckles sits John up. Tom pulls up a second chair. Maddie sits in it.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOURE DOING??”

“I-I’m sorry ma’am”

“SORRY? You should have thought about that before breaking into our house. I don’t understand why anyone would break into someone’s house, much less a FAMILY HOME. DID YOU NOT SEE THE TOYS OUTSIDE?? Look at my son, he is traumatized.”

Tails is standing in the back, with loud very convincing crocodile tears. John feels bad.

“You’re going away for a long time. And when you get out, you cause any more trouble and I’m sending the blue one.” Tom states, Sonic nodding. John gulps.

Johns in the slammer. Easy peasy. Ozzie gets plenty of belly rubs and treats for his work. Such a good boy.

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Title : A Touch of Affection

Pairing : Modern!Ivar x Reader

Words : 4001

Warning : Fluff, Smut and slight Angst

Note : Roommate to Bestfriend to Lover. I made it soft!Ivar cause it’s my favorite. Probably some medical innacurencies.

Chapter Plot : Ivar talk about his difficulties in the sexual department and Reader offers to help him.

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Chapter 10 : A Discovery of Feelings

After spending the night partying and dancing we could think that we’d stay the day sleeping and recovering, but it’s not us. We slept longer than usual but we’re still up before 10am -which isn’t bad when we get to bed at nearly 4am-, we still sleep tight and well. 

The reason why we don’t stay in bed is because, first we have somework to do on the blog an the youtube channel, second I want to do some research on his “problem” and eventually ask him some more question about it, third...we’re in Japan and I just want to go to sex shop is that so hard to understand. Plus we could find some toys to play together,I mean we never know... I also found the perfect place to go, Akihabara, apparently there is the two biggest sex shop of all Japan ! We can’t miss it !

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After finishing our work Ivar goes to call his mother while I do some research on his condition. First, is it a physical or a psychological problem ? Can he have an orgasm or can’t he ? If it’s physical and he suffers of what we call ‘anorgasmia’ ---literally the incapacity to have an orgasm-, then he’ll need a prostate surgery. But this can also be caused by other ailments altering the penis’s gristle. Plus I learn than a man can have an orgasm without cuming -which could be treated by taking some medicines for instance-. At least if it’s one of those it can be treated, which means it must affect enough persons for the tratments to be profitable, important and useful. Now if it’s psychological it’s an other story, maybe he has some kind of an arousal problem -which means he can’t be aroused enough to induce an ejaculation-, one of the solution would be to work on his own pleasure and find what’s make him the most aroused, maybe use his personal fantasy to help him being more into it, and the most important, TRUST ! Trust in himself and in the other -me in this case-.

Strangely it would be easier if it was psychological, I mean this way I could try and help him, if he needs to see a doctor I’m not really sure he’ll be ready to talk to someone else about this... Finger crossed. 

It’s been almost one hour and a half sonce I start doing my research, I’m done now and I’m only waiting for Ivar to come back from his call so I can ask him more questions. The door of his bedroom opens and I see him get out of it with a smile adorning his perfect features.

“How was your call ?”

“Great ! I talked to mother and then to Ubbe and Hvitserk, they gave me some news about the rest of the familly. The business has never been this prosperous which makes me proud and glad for them. He tells me gleefully. What about you, have you done with...whatever you were doing ?”

“I was doing some research about your ‘problem’, I mimic the quotation mark at this word, and I need to know more in order to understand if we’ll need to see a dctor right away or not.”

“A doctor ! Min Skatt are you serious ?!” He looks surprised and not at all at ease.

“Don’t worry Bunny I won’t force you to do anything, I just need some details, not too personal of course.” I come sit net to him, caressing the side of his pretty face.

“Well, go ahead ask our questions.” He says a bit defeated.

“Have you ever have an orgasm ?”

“Wow and you said it won’t be too personal... He seems a bit distressed and ashamed. I give him a hug kissing his forehead an explain him why I needed to know this. No, I never...I’ve been on the brink of it several times, but it’s like...The moment I’m going to finish everything stop and I’m here fustrated like crazy and with blue balls.”

“This means you can feel pleasure, it’s good at least, does it happen whether you’re on your own or accompanied ?” I rub his back from one hand and strocking is hair that are now resting on the crook of my neck where his head is resting.

“Both, it’s worse when I’m not alone... I’m starting to think it might be more psychological than physical after all, it’s a good beginning. I don’t overly like my legs not to say hate them, and the fact that I had to show them during...you know, made me unconfortable and unable to be fully focus on me and her.” I hear him sniff and can feel him cry a little against my shoulder. I let him express his sadness while consoling him with sweet whispering.

“My beautiful..”

“Pfff”

“I said my beautiful, perfect...”

“Not even close !” He snuggles closer to me, not trusting the veracity of my words.

“Last time, my beautiful, perfect, sweet Bunny, I think I know what you have !” He stare at me surprised.

“Do tell !”

“Your lack of self esteem and self confidance prevent you from letting go of your fear and complex or whatever to just appreciate the moment. Once you’re fully relaxed, I can tell you it would be easier for you to have an orgasm...and cum all over the sheets.” I whisper the last sentence in his ear using the most sultry tone I could muster.

“Are you sure this is gonna work ?!” He asks hopefull.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m not, but based on what I read and my passed encounters, you need to feel at ease to be able to perform you know, it’s the same for girls, we need to be calm, relaxed and in complete trust of the other to fully appreciate the moment.”

“I trust you Min Skatt !” He cups my face our nose touching. I put my hands on his own looking at him intensely.

“What about going on a small trip to buy some toys for you an then go find a high noted love hotel to go and test them ?” I whisper. I see him blush a bit as well as seeing his pupils dilated.

“Ahem...yes why not ?!”

“Is this a question or are you not sure ?” I laugh a bit.

“W-What kind of toys do you have in mind ?” I’m slightly puzzled by this question but suddenly understand.

“Nothing to put in your urethra Bunny, don’t stress yourself. As for your amazing bum that you know I love, I won’t do anything against your consent, if you want to try it we will, if you don’t, no big deal, this is all about you being at ease and relaxed. I will give you pleasure and only pleasure, no pain, no fear. Are you reassured ?”

“Better now. Thanks Min Skatt !” He leans to me to give me a kiss on the lips, a kiss with such sincerity and feelings.

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We arrive in front of one of the biggest sex shop in the country, we both feel strange. Contrary to the occidental sex shop, those in Japan are really explicit and not hidden at all which is a bit destabilizing. Before coming we taked more about what he thinks he would be confortable with and what is a big no. I have some ideas in mind that I’m eager to suggest.

We enter the shop, it’s bright and not at all seen as something disgusting or something to make fun of. There is even a sign -both in Japanese and English-stating ‘Please be quiet in paticular here because tere is a person who chooses an item of masturbation seriously. It’s the trouble for them so quietly, please !’ We both look at each other trying not to erupt in a fit of laughter. After calming ourselves we take a cart and search for some items.

“Bunny I had some ideas in mind but I don’t want you to feel too overwelmed.”

“I’m all ears, as far as it’s nothing that goes in my urethra I’m all good !” He says smiling lightly but still a bit unconfortable talking so openly about our soon to be sexuality.

“First thing first we need lubricant, a lot of it, I look at him an his raise his brows, trust me sweety better having more than not enough !”

“Ok Min Skatt lead the way !” He chuckles happily.

“Well one of the most widespead sextoys for men is probably the fleshlight, I show him the newest model, oh wow it’s a vibrating one ! We’re so taking it ! I also thought about a vibrating cockring, apparently when using it men are thrashing with pleasure ! Awesome ! Why not adding a magic wand !?” I’m starting to babble and talking to myself mostly.

“You’re really into vibrating things, are you sure it’s safe though ?” He asks me in a small voice. I come to him, cup his face with gentle care.

“Vibrations will amplify your pleasure, add this to a more common stimulation and you obtain a Bunny desperate for more.” 

“I-I don’t know what to say, you are so eager and so ready to help, I’m at a loss of words...”

“Never doubt of my will to help you sweet love, we’ll do anything you want at your own rythme. Step by step. We’re in this together, always and forever !” I see some unshed tears in his eyes that he tries to hide from me. 

“Thank you so much Min Skatt !” He pulls me in a bear hug, hidding his face in the crook of my neck to gently suck at my pulse point.

We walk some more, stare at some weird sexual contraptions before walking to the bdsm alley. For what we’re trying to achieve I don’t think we’ll need any items from here buut I see Ivar seems interested in something I would never have thought he would.

“Min Skatt, w-what do you think about this ?” He holds out a dark blindfold with red and gold embroideries, perfect for men and women to wear.

“It’s cute, who would be wearing it ?”

“Ahem...me actually...He bows his head. I think I’d feel better if I have the choice of not seeing anything, maybe I’d be less stressed if I can’t see your disgusted face...” I say nothing for now

“I’m okay with taking it for you, loosing a sense increase the others, but would you consider adding to our cart a pair of handcuff ?” He gasps. 

“W-Why would you want handcuffs ?”

“Because sweet baby, hearing you speaking so despicably about yourself and thinking that I would be disgusted by you is something I’m not okay with, something that will need to be punished.” I use my authoritative voice even if I’m deadly serious.

“I didn’t want to offend you...”

“Ivar !” I raise my voice.

“Don’t call me that ! You know I hate it when you do that Min Skatt !!” He engulfes me in a tight embrace, kissing my face tenderly.

“Then listen to what I’m saying.”

“Speak then.”

“I will never be disgusted by you or your body ever, you perfectly know that. And more than anything you know that this, I grab his firm bum in one hand and touch his pec with the other, only belong to me ! You are mine Bunny, body and soul, the good and the bad, you entirely !”

“And you are mine Min Skatt !” He lets a happy sob escape from him.

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After finishing  our shopping we booked a bedroom for the entire night in a love hotel in order to try and experiment together.

We step inside our bedroom, it’s a basic, yet cute one, we didn’t want to be too extravagant for our first love hotel, we won’t have time to appreciate it as we’ll be to focus to bring some pleasure into this world.

It’s early evening, before starting serious we decide to order some food, something light but tasty nonetheless. During the meal I could see him still a bit apprehensive. I take his hands into mine, trying to reassure him as best as I can.

“Everything is gonna be okay Bunny, we’ll stop whenever you want, no pressure.”

“I know it’s you and I’m safe, I know you won’t make fun of me or anything but I can’t help it ! All I can think about is all the time this happened with...with the other two and how they looked at me as if I was not a man, a disgusting thing...I felt so ashame ! I don’t know what I’d do if one day you happened to look a me the same way they did.” Tears are ouing out his eyes. I come sit net to him to give him the most tight and loving embrace I can muster given our size difference.

“Never speak about those two gorgons ever again, they didn’t deserve you ! You’re everything they’re not, smart, funny, handsome and hell of a sexy to top it all !” He aughs at the last part.

“Thank you Min Skatt.” He pecks my right cheek.

We finish our meal together, holding hands, staring at each other with utter adoration as well as admiration. I offer Ivar to go take a shower -I already took mine as soon as we arrived- to relax a bit before we start. I prepare the bed, pull off the bed covers, ut the toys and lubricant on the bedside table while waiting for him in my short and sport bra -it bings confort as well as more skin to be seen-.

Some time ater he step ot off the batroom in nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Should I put some underwear ? I mean...you never saw my... I don’t want you to feel unconfortable.”

“Come here baby, he comes sitting right next to me, as I’m gonna pleasure you with my hands and toys I’ll have to be in contact with your cock, the question you should ask yourself is do youwant to see it or not ?” He stays silent for a bit.

“I think I’ll keep the towel and when I’ll be blindfolded and it would be easier, you could take it off. I nodded kissing his nose. Ok, well, what do we do ?” He seems uncertain, he’s so cute in a manly sort of way I can’t explain.

I come closer to him, start caressing the side of his face -he’s leaning into my touch, eyes closed-, stroking his hair and peperring kisses everywhere on his face. As I see him respond positively , I decide to straddle him to have better access to the rest of his upper body. I gently push him so he’s now lying on his back. I kiss, lick and suck his torso as if my life deended on it. I can feel his hips thrust a little against mine, each time they got in contact I hear him moan with a law voice. As usual -an because I know him pretty well b now I think- I take my precious time lavishing his nipples. I’ve never seen a an this sensitive from this area, he’s angelic, the pleasure on his face, the sounds coming out of his mouth...

“Oh n-norns Min Skatt, it feels s-so goooood !!!” He whimpers as I languidly work his nipples into an erect pebble.

“This is just the beginning my sweet !” I continue my ministration until I’m sure he’s half hard so I can position the cockring.

He’s now half hard -this is not the most difficult part- so I ask him to change position.

“Baby will you sit please so I can blindfold you, I will then ask you to position yourself between my legs our back against my torso.” Once we’re both fully seated I start to hug him from behind to show him I’m still here. I then kiss his neck leaving huge hickey on his pulse point.His hips keep thrusting into the air whie my hands continue to play with his already erect nipples.

“Aempff Hmmm ! His knuckles are white from grasping the bedsheets. Unconciously I see his legs being spread apart for better access. Moreover, he’s trying to kiss whatever part of my skin he can reach, so I give in and kiss his lips passionnately, his tongue enters my mouth and fought for dominance, desperate to feel more. His whimpers increase the moment I start palming him through the towel. Ohhh gods more more more ! Please Min Skatt I need more ! His desperate pleas for pleasure, and tears streaming down his face motivate me even more. I grab the lubricant and pour some in my hand before gently grabbing his cock tugging on it lightly. Y-Yeeeeeeeeees, that’s what I’m talking about !”

Gentle stroke up and down, up and down to build a rythme as well as his pleasure. When he’s almost hard I take good care into placing the cockring at the base of his penis, peppering featherlight touches on the underside of it, especially on his protruded vein. 

“Now baby I’m going to turn the cockring on so you will feel some vibrations along your beautiful genital appendage.” I kiss the side side of his head starting the toy into the lowest setting. He gasps, surprise by the new sensation. I continue to stroke him slower and slower, tightening my hold on him, stimulating his slit with my index finger. He whines, thrusting his hips furthermore so much that he’s almost fuc*ing my hand while my other hand is ruffling his hair to keep them away from the blindfold and the rest of his face. I can feel him getting close, his moan are more intense and his thighs starts shaking through the magnitude of his pleasure. Just when he’s about to reach his peack, I stop everything.

“W-What the hell Min Skatt !!?”

“Calm yourself baby, everything is under control.” I then turn his face so I could kiss senselessly.

Once he’s calm enough I turn the cockring back on but on a higher setting which take him by surprise and allowed one of the most sinful moan to errupt out of his mouth. He doesn’t know it yet or at least I think he doesn’t but the more I tease him and the harder he becomes. He’s now almost fully hard, precum leaking in profusion helping his dick staying well lubricated. 

“You’re doing good Bunny, so so good, I’m so proud of you. I whisper in his ears. If you could see youself now you’d be shoked by how manly and breathtakingly sexy and endearing you are.” Those praise -as well as an other higher setting-are enough to get him even more worked up than he already is which is what it takes to get him fully hard. As far as I know it’s the first time.  It’s time to try the other toy, the vibrating wand. I start by applying some lub on the vibrating head as well as his cock and nipples before turning it on. The new sound of vibrations make him squirm in anticipation, his hands are clawing at my thighs, rubbing them as if he needed something to hold on to in order to stay anchored.

I first rub the wand to the underside of his cock, applying more pressure to the tip before going south, right on his balls, massaging them, teasing them until he’s at the brink of an other orgasm, then again I stop everything.

“Nooooo ! Min Skatt don’t stop, please...I’m begging you !” He sobs from desperation and need. Tears were rolling from his eyes and I could hear from his tone of voice how frustrated he is. I’ve been edging him for almost two hours now and I think he’s ready for the great final. I deposite sweet loving kisses to every bit of skin I can reach finishing by a tender one on his parted lips. He’s purring like a cat, chasing my lips for an other sealing kiss. 

I set the cockring into a vibration setting, stroke him in a constant ryhtme, playing the wand on his balls while stimulating his nipples. The force of the pleasure he feels at the same time is exceptional. Once again his thighs are shaking like crazy, his moans come out of him unashamedly. I decide to take his blindfold of so he can see how hard he is and how good it felt.

“W-What are you nngh doing ?!” He whines as his pleasure increase, beads of sweat are forming on his chest and forehead.

“Showing you how much of a man you are Bunny !” He finally see the reality, he can get hard. He errupt in a fit of joy, tears of happiness and pleasure pour out of him. 

As the final peak is coming I encourage him, pampering him, kissing him with utter devotion.

“Come on Love let it go.” He quickly turns his face toward me.

“Say it again please ! Please, please, please !” He sounds so deserate for release.

“You can cum now Love.” I kiss his lips while he’s still staring at me with adoring eyes.

“Again !” He whimpers

“Cum my Love.” An other kiss.

“Again !” He whines, tears in his eyes.

“Love.”

“Ahhhhhhhh !” An explosion of new sensations hit him full force. When he wakes from his post orgasm bliss he sees me cleaning his mess, absentmindedly kissing him.

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After all the emotion we both go to sleep. During the night I feel something or someone rubbing against me. Guess what, once again Ivar is dry humping me except this time he’s not asleep.

“What are you doing Bunny ?”

“I couldn’t sleep with such a hard on.” He pouts.

“And you decide to dry humping me while I’m asleep ?” I ask laughing.

“I was hoping you’d wake up and as you didn’t get anything from before I thought you wouldn’t be oppose to it...”

“Such a gentleman, tonight was about you and only you, and trust me I get my fair share of pleasure by giving you some.”

“A lot, you gave me a lot of it.” 

“Come on here !” I get on my back, open my arms as an invitation.

“W-What do you mean ?”

“You said you had a hard on, so get here and rub yourself on me.” I spread my legs wide, one of my foot come in contact with his bulge which made it twitch a little.

“Ahhmph, you’re such an unsufferable woman !! He comes in my embrace, my legs lead him to be as much closer as it’s physicaly possible. He starts dry humping me, lazily first to appreciate the skin contact -he’s in a brief and I’m still in short but without bra on- Norns I’ve neve been this skin hungry before ! I’m an addict ! His movements are more and more erratic the more lost in pleasure he is. You’re my addiction, my bestfriend, my soulmate !”

“And you are mine Bunny, my addiction, my bestfriend and my soulmate.” I cup his face and seal those thoughts with a tender and emotional kiss.

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