#Fun and engaging tales

[decadentkidturkeywagon]

Discover the Enchantment of “Mia and Max’s Magical Garden Adventure”

In the heart of every child lies a world of wonder waiting to be unlocked, and the newly released story “Mia and Max’s Magical Garden Adventure” does just that. This beautifully crafted tale invites young readers, aged 5 to 7, into an enchanting journey filled with discovery, friendship, and the magic of imagination.

The story begins with Mia, a curious girl, and her playful dog, Max, as they stumble upon a shiny key in their backyard. What follows is an adventure through a hidden garden filled with oversized flowers, talking animals, and a rainbow tree that glows with mystery. Along the way, Mia and Max form meaningful connections and learn the value of curiosity and kindness.

What sets this story apart is its simplicity and accessibility. Designed to captivate young minds, the book features clear and easy-to-follow language alongside delightful illustrations that are perfect for coloring. Each page encourages creativity while reinforcing the narrative, making it a wholesome and engaging experience for both children and parents.

For those looking to add a touch of magic to their children’s reading time, “Mia and Max’s Magical Garden Adventure” is now available online.

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This heartwarming tale is more than just a story — it’s an invitation to explore, imagine, and dream. Don’t miss the chance to introduce your little ones to Mia and Max’s enchanting world!

[psychopomp-namine]

you know, I think neji would enjoy playing dnd. getting to write stories and play characters with no limitations, and having to improv with the other players because he would never have full control of where the story was headed? it would be a dream come true, and also therapeutic. neji would of course be the dm who would "yes and" anything his players want to do. the story would be something everyone has input on and would help shape. an adventure that neji himself couldn't predict or write on his own. also, just imagine him describing his setting and doing all his character voices, he'd love that so much

I think it would be a good exercise for quartz too, because they'd have to make their own characters and backstories and roleplay in character without a script to direct them. especially to kisa "transparent vessel" tachibana, who can act out any character but is afraid of letting herself be seen through them. similarly, kai as well, since he'd be in charge of his own character instead of propping someone else up

on the flip side, fumi would get to enjoy playing a character but not having the pressure to be the lead/spotlight of a story. he's there to play, not perform

sou would also LOVE dnd. I think he'd be really into the character creation and lore, and is probably the next person I can think of who can try being the dm when neji is sick/tired/wants to be a player. he's the player who takes down notes and remembers one small detail neji mentioned four sessions ago that becomes relevant to the current session. neji loves him because sou is the one who appreciates his world building the most

suzu and fumi would instigate so much in the adventure, which neji would love. suzu makes a character everyone loves (like hachipochi) and always brings snacks to the table

fumi has read all of the player handbook, and mitsuki has read maybe a quarter of it (only the relevant parts to his character and how some dice rolls and combat work). mitsuki is also the one who doesn't put much effort into his character's backstory but unexpectedly gets big character development during the adventure, surprising everyone in the table including both the dm and himself

otori is very good at both roleplaying and combat, has created a compelling character, and tries to go on solo adventures but eventually gets roped into the party because he can't adventure alone in neji's setting

[savage-rhi]

Fuschia/Magenta?

[readymades2002]

rewatching gravityfalls since its the topic du jour and running into the exact same hurdle i did when it was airing which is simply aggressively not caring about ford and his associated stuff

[gogandmagog]

“A love story with a psychological interest … a rather doubtful experiment with a public who expects a certain style from an author."

— Lucy Maud Montgomery, the Selected Journals of, on the subject of 'Kilmeny of the Orchard'

[presswoodterryryan]

Conquering Nightmares: How to Tame Dream Gremlins

By Mr. Fluffernutter Greetings, dreamers and adventurers! Have you ever woken up thinking, What in the world was THAT dream?! One moment you’re at school, the next, you’re riding a hippo through a marshmallow jungle while wearing a crown made of spaghetti. The vivid colors, the peculiar sounds, and the bizarre scenarios often leave us in a state of confusion, scratching our heads as we ponder…

[russeliarat]

Hello, it's the recovering fuck up, Rhea, again.

I'm going to talk about what I remember of my life so my pseudomemories are plainly recorded for the next poor sod that needs to remember it for whatever reason. Archiving system stuff is very much needed with our system since everyone has amnesia to a very intense degree.

I was born to a Scandinavian-British father and British mother, though growing up I was exposed to only the British side due to my father's internalised shame from my paternal grandfather being a migrant. I grew up in the 1980s in the south of England in a small village in the middle of assfuck nowhere, where my parents hammered into me about being a 'proper lady' despite living in a place and being in a social/wealth bracket where it didn't matter because no-one was that proper. I grew up lower-middle class with three older brothers, Michael, Damien, and Jerard Rilley, who quickly fueled my want to learn how to wrestle and fight so I could stop getting smashed in our rough housing.

Michael was 14 when I was born, Damien was 9, and Jerard 8. We got baptised young since you had to be if you wanted to go to school and I learned way too much about Jesus and God for me to really care about religion nowadays. Wholly turned off from it when my brothers beat the shit out of the noncy highschool priest for me. At 14, I seriously started wrestling and boxing as an extracurricular in highschool, and started lifting weights soon after even if my parents disapproved. I lost a bunch of friends when this happened because of rumours going around that I was a lesbian (I was, that part was true) and had AIDS (that part was not true) that started because of my weightlifting and boxing, and the 90s weren't a wonderful time to be gay in the UK. I just launched myself further into it and without much else knowledge of what I wanted to do with my life, I went to college for sports science and threw myself into a scholarship due to have very poor grades. I know now I struggled with dyslexia as a teenager.

In my 20s, I got heavily into partying and drinking due to not holding down a stable job, housing, or many friends or loved ones and became very depressed. I went down a steep rabbit hole of addictions during that time and by 28, almost ended up homeless. On Christmas Eve on 2008, my friend who I was staying over at had an intervention and made me go sober or she'd kick me out. It was rough but it worked since I needed somewhere to stay and eventually I managed to get back on my feet. Got a stable-ish job as a till worker in a supermarket and worked my way up until I could start paying rent for myself. I got a cat, named her Midnight, and she helped with the depression a bit.

Around 2014, I got very badly sick and had to stay at the hospital for four weeks for meningitis and, let me tell you, being stuck in a sterile environment for four weeks when you've got a brain infection is ROUGH. I almost lost most of my mobility in my left arm since I barely got to the hospital in time to fix it. Luckily, it didn't get to that. I did have to get my strength back manually after being stuck in a bed for so long and had my own PT for a while, who got me my own therapist after noticing my mental state since Michael died in 2013 from pneumonia the winter before, he went swimming in a lake like an idiot. My PT was a good one, an absolute gem of a woman.

Anyway, the last memorable thing that happened before I got taken away to be in the system was in 2017 when Midnight died from old age at 8 years old. She was a very lovely cat.

Then I got put in the system and for a while, I'd front with littles and very vulnerable middles who struggled to self-regulate. Eventually my role kind of just started to encompass regulating the body and people in front when they couldn't and would often be triggered out when people in front were triggered. 2018/2019 was a very very bad time for our system due to extreme bullying and a continuation of problems with friends that became very quickly traumatic, so I quietly fronted a lot. It's possible that I may have accidentally introduced myself as 'Rhea' to some people and not our legal birth name. It's also possible that one of our current friend who knew us since the first year of highschool (about 6/7 years ago now) knew about me. This friend apparently picked up on the fact that we were a system about 5 years before our current host, Russelia, did.

I was so open in fact, that it was decided by the admin of the system at the time, Maia, that I'd be pushed back into the subconscious of the system and eventually go dormant to keep us safe. That happened around 2020/2021. I came out of dormancy in 2023 and have slowly been creeping closer to front until I made myself known to our main host, Russelia, tonight. Now, I can post on this tumblr despite Whole (our other host and admin) knowing about me since I went un-dormant because this is technically Russelia's blog.

[aethersea]

another thing fantasy writers should keep track of is how much of their worldbuilding is aesthetic-based. it's not unlike the sci-fi hardness scale, which measures how closely a story holds to known, real principles of science. The Martian is extremely hard sci-fi, with nearly every detail being grounded in realistic fact as we know it; Star Trek is extremely soft sci-fi, with a vaguely plausible "space travel and no resource scarcity" premise used as a foundation for the wildest ideas the writers' room could come up with. and much as Star Trek fuckin rules, there's nothing wrong with aesthetic-based fantasy worldbuilding!

(sidenote we're not calling this 'soft fantasy' bc there's already a hard/soft divide in fantasy: hard magic follows consistent rules, like "earthbenders can always and only bend earth", and soft magic follows vague rules that often just ~feel right~, like the Force. this frankly kinda maps, but I'm not talking about just the magic, I'm talking about the worldbuilding as a whole.

actually for the purposes of this post we're calling it grounded vs airy fantasy, bc that's succinct and sounds cool.)

a great example of grounded fantasy is Dungeon Meshi: the dungeon ecosystem is meticulously thought out, the plot is driven by the very realistic need to eat well while adventuring, the story touches on both social and psychological effects of the whole 'no one dies forever down here' situation, the list goes on. the worldbuilding wants to be engaged with on a mechanical level and it rewards that engagement.

deliberately airy fantasy is less common, because in a funny way it's much harder to do. people tend to like explanations. it takes skill to pull off "the world is this way because I said so." Narnia manages: these kids fall into a magic world through the back of a wardrobe, befriend talking beavers who drink tea, get weapons from Santa Claus, dance with Bacchus and his maenads, and sail to the edge of the world, without ever breaking suspension of disbelief. it works because every new thing that happens fits the vibes. it's all just vibes! engaging with the worldbuilding on a mechanical level wouldn't just be futile, it'd be missing the point entirely.

the reason I started off calling this aesthetic-based is that an airy story will usually lean hard on an existing aesthetic, ideally one that's widely known by the target audience. Lewis was drawing on fables, fairy tales, myths, children's stories, and the vague idea of ~medieval europe~ that is to this day our most generic fantasy setting. when a prince falls in love with a fallen star, when there are giants who welcome lost children warmly and fatten them up for the feast, it all fits because these are things we'd expect to find in this story. none of this jars against what we've already seen.

and the point of it is to be wondrous and whimsical, to set the tone for the story Lewis wants to tell. and it does a great job! the airy worldbuilding serves the purposes of the story, and it's no less elegant than Ryōko Kui's elaborately grounded dungeon. neither kind of worldbuilding is better than the other.

however.

you do have to know which one you're doing.

the whole reason I'm writing this is that I saw yet another long, entertaining post dragging GRRM for absolute filth. asoiaf is a fun one because on some axes it's pretty grounded (political fuck-around-and-find-out, rumors spread farther than fact, fastest way to lose a war is to let your people starve, etc), but on others it's entirely airy (some people have magic Just Cause, the various peoples are each based on an aesthetic/stereotype/cliché with no real thought to how they influence each other as neighbors, the super-long seasons have no effect on ecology, etc).

and again! none of this is actually bad! (well ok some of those stereotypes are quite bigoted. but other than that this isn't bad.) there's nothing wrong with the season thing being there to highlight how the nobles are focused on short-sighted wars for power instead of storing up resources for the extremely dangerous and inevitable winter, that's a nice allegory, and the looming threat of many harsh years set the narrative tone. and you can always mix and match airy and grounded worldbuilding – everyone does it, frankly it's a necessity, because sooner or later the answer to every worldbuilding question is "because the author wanted it to be that way." the only completely grounded writing is nonfiction.

the problem is when you pretend that your entirely airy worldbuilding is actually super duper grounded. like, for instance, claiming that your vibes-based depiction of Medieval Europe (Gritty Edition) is completely historical, and then never even showing anyone spinning. or sniffing dismissively at Tolkien for not detailing Aragorn's tax policy, and then never addressing how a pre-industrial grain-based agricultural society is going years without harvesting any crops. (stored grain goes bad! you can't even mouse-proof your silos, how are you going to deal with mold?) and the list goes on.

the man went up on national television and invited us to engage with his worldbuilding mechanically, and then if you actually do that, it shatters like spun sugar under the pressure. doesn't he realize that's not the part of the story that's load-bearing! he should've directed our focus to the political machinations and extensive trope deconstruction, not the handwavey bit.

point is, as a fantasy writer there will always be some amount of your worldbuilding that boils down to 'because I said so,' and there's nothing wrong with that. nor is there anything wrong with making that your whole thing – airy worldbuilding can be beautiful and inspiring. but you have to be aware of what you're doing, because if you ask your readers to engage with the worldbuilding in gritty mechanical detail, you had better have some actual mechanics to show them.

[flux1563]

A true identity ft. Heejin

Tags : squirting (a lot), love at first sight, first time, creampie

Words : 10K+

Heejin stumbled into the crowded café, her nose buried in a dense textbook on quantum mechanics. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the murmur of students discussing assignments and weekend plans. She was lost in her own world of quarks and leptons, oblivious to the hustle and bustle around her.

"Hi, can I sit in front of you?" Y/N said, his voice a smooth blend of accents that hinted at a life spent traveling.

Heejin nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Yeah, of course," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

 Heejin, a lesbian college student, is engrossed in her quantum mechanics textbook at a café when she notices a new customer, Y/N, an international student with tan skin and a charming presence. His confidence and unique features capture her attention, causing her to feel self-conscious and attracted for the first time in years. He approaches her, asking to sit nearby.

Y/N flashed a dazzling smile before sliding into the chair opposite her. He set down his own textbook, something about international economics, and pulled out a sleek laptop. The silence between them was charged with an electric tension that Heejin couldn't ignore. She stole glances at his strong hands as they danced across the keyboard, his fingers moving with a grace she hadn't expected from someone so tall. His eyes remained focused on the screen, the only indication of his presence the occasional furrowing of his brow.

Heejin took a deep breath and closed her quantum mechanics book with a soft thud. "You're not from around here, are you?" she ventured, hoping to break the ice.

Y/N's fingers paused on the keyboard, and he glanced up at her. "Ah, you noticed," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm half European and half Asian. My mom's Korean, but my dad's from Spain. I grew up bouncing between Seoul and Madrid."

Heejin felt a spark of curiosity ignite within her. "That must be quite an interesting upbringing," she said, her voice growing a little stronger.

"It has its perks," he replied with a grin. "I can swear in three languages without batting an eye."

Y/N, a new international student with an intriguing mix of European and Asian heritage, sits near Heejin in the café. Heejin, feeling a growing attraction, initiates conversation. He shares his unique background, having lived in both Seoul and Madrid, and they bond over the novelty of his multilingual proficiency in swearing.

Their conversation grew from there, stretching into a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter. Heejin found herself forgetting about her homework, her mind fully engaged with Y/N's tales of bullfights and flamenco nights. His stories painted vivid images in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the richness of his life experiences.

As the hours passed, the café grew quieter as other students filtered out, leaving only a handful of die-hards still tapping away at their laptops. The barista glanced over at them occasionally, but mostly let them be, enjoying the lightness they brought to the space.

 Heejin and Y/N continue to connect, sharing personal stories and laughter, filling the café with their vibrant energy. As they discuss their individual experiences, a strong bond forms, and Y/N expresses his curiosity about Heejin's life in Korea, revealing his own longing to understand the culture beyond his occasional visits.

Their conversation continued, weaving through the evening shadows until the café's lights began to dim, signaling the approaching closing time. Reluctantly, they gathered their things, the warmth of their newfound camaraderie lingering as they stepped into the cool night air.

"So, what do you like to do for fun around here?" Heejin asked, her curiosity about Y/N's hobbies piqued by their shared love of diverse experiences.

Y/N's eyes lit up at the question. "Well, I've recently picked up swimming," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "There's something about the water that just feels like home."

Heejin felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. "Really?" she replied. "I can't swim at all. It's always been one of those things I've been meaning to learn, but you know, life gets in the way."

Y/N's smile grew even wider. "Well, it's never too late to start," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "In fact, I'd be happy to teach you. My mother has a private villa with a pool just outside the city. It's the perfect place for lessons."

Heejin's eyes widened with surprise. "A villa? That sounds amazing!"

Y/N nodded. "It is," he assured her. "And the pool is just the right size for learning. Plus, it's pretty secluded. No prying eyes."

 The conversation shifts to hobbies and Y/N reveals his passion for swimming, suggesting to Heejin that he could teach her at his mother's private villa outside the city. Heejin is intrigued and accepts the offer, excited by the prospect of a secluded, private lesson.

SUMMARY^2: Heejin, a lesbian college student, meets Y/N, a tan and attractive international student, in a café. They bond over personal stories and Y/N's multilingual swearing, forming a strong connection. Y/N offers to teach Heejin swimming at his mother's private villa outside Seoul.

Heejin felt a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of spending the weekend with this enigmatic stranger. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something undeniably alluring about him, something that called to her adventurous spirit.

"Okay," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Send me the details, and I'll be there."

Y/N pulled out his phone, his fingers deftly navigating the screen. "What's your number?" he asked, extending the device towards her. Heejin recited the digits, her heart pounding as she watched him save her contact. The phone buzzed in his hand, and he handed it back to her with a smile. "Now you have mine," he said. "How about this weekend ?."

"Yes, I can. I'll come on Saturday," Heejin said, the words spilling out before she could second-guess herself. A wave of excitement washed over her as she imagined the weekend ahead, filled with the promise of swimming lessons and stolen moments of quiet companionship.

The days until Saturday seemed to crawl by, each tick of the clock echoing in her ears like a drumbeat. When the fateful day finally arrived, Heejin awoke early, her mind racing with thoughts of Y/N and the mysterious villa that awaited her. She carefully selected her outfit—a modest yet flattering swimsuit and a loose-fitting sundress to wear over it.

 Heejin accepts Y/N's offer for a weekend swimming lesson at his mother's villa. Despite her nerves, she eagerly anticipates the private, secluded setting, choosing an outfit that balances modesty with allure.

With her heart in her throat, Heejin made her way to the address he had sent her, nestled in the lush countryside. The scenic journey took her through winding roads lined with cherry blossoms, their pink petals fluttering like confetti in the breeze. The villa came into view, a picturesque oasis amidst the greenery. It was a modernist masterpiece of glass and steel, with a sprawling pool that gleamed like a sapphire under the early afternoon sun.

Heejin approached the gate, her hand trembling slightly as she typed in the code Y/N had provided. With a soft click, it swung open, revealing a path lined with stepping stones that led to the front door. She followed it, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the serene silence. The door was unlocked, and she pushed it open to reveal an expansive, minimalist living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering an unobstructed view of the pool beyond.

Y/N emerged from a side room, clad in a pair of board shorts and a loose-fitting shirt, his hair damp from what she assumed was a recent shower. "You found it," he said with a grin, his eyes sweeping over her appreciatively. Heejin felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks as she took in his bare feet and the way the fabric clung to his muscular frame.

"Welcome to my mother's sanctuary," he said, gesturing to the pool. "Ready to conquer your fear of water?"

 Heejin arrives at the villa, captivated by its beauty and seclusion. Y/N greets her, and she feels a rush of attraction for his physique. He reaffirms their purpose for the visit: to conquer her fear of water with his swimming lessons.

Heejin nodded, her pulse quickening as she reached into her bag and pulled out the swimsuit she had packed. She slipped into the bathroom, her hands shaking as she unzipped her dress and slid the fabric down her body. The swimsuit she had chosen was simple yet flattering. As she adjusted the straps and smoothed out the material, she couldn't help but think about the last time she had worn something so revealing.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Y/N already by the pool, his back to her as he dipped his toes into the water. The sight of his broad shoulders and muscular back sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. He looked up as she approached, his gaze lingering on her figure before he quickly averted his eyes. Heejin felt a sudden urge to turn back, but the excitement of the moment was too potent to resist.

Y/N's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of her, and before she could say anything, he turned and dove into the pool, the water splashing around him as he submerged himself completely. When he resurfaced, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and a mischievous grin played on his lips. "Come on in, the water's perfect!" he called out.

 Heejin, feeling self-conscious, changes into her swimsuit and joins Y/N by the pool. His lingering gaze and subsequent dive into the water hint at his own attraction and eagerness for their swimming session.

Heejin took a tentative step towards the pool's edge, her heart racing. She could see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric of his shorts, and she knew that she was the cause of his arousal. A blush spread across her cheeks, but she didn't look away. Instead, she took a deep breath and jumped in after him, the cool water enveloping her body in a gentle embrace. She surfaced with a gasp, her eyes locking onto his as they both treaded water.

Their bodies brushed against each other as they moved closer, the electricity between them palpable. Heejin felt the fabric of her swimsuit stick to her skin, outlining her hardening nipples. Y/N's gaze dropped to her chest before he coughed, clearing his throat awkwardly. "So, about those swimming lessons..."

Heejin couldn't help but laugh, the tension dissipating like bubbles in the water. "Yeah," she said, "let's get started."

Y/N nodded, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He moved closer, placing his hand gently on her back as he began to instruct her on the basics of floating. Heejin, however, had other ideas. With a playful wiggle of her hips, she pushed her ass against his growing arousal, feeling the heat of his body through the thin barrier of their swimsuits.

Y/N's instruction faltered for a moment, his breath hitching as he felt her soft curves pressing against him. "C-concentrate, Heejin," he managed to say, his voice strained.

 Heejin overcomes her nerves and jumps into the pool, where she notices Y/N's attraction to her. Despite the awkwardness, they begin their swimming lesson with Y/N trying to maintain a professional demeanor while Heejin flirts subtly, hinting at her own desires.

Ignoring his protest, she leaned back, her eyes wide with feigned panic. "Oh no, I think I'm drowning!" she exclaimed dramatically, her arms flailing in the water.

Y/N's instincts took over, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to keep her afloat. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she gasped for breath, the sensation sending a bolt of desire through his body. He could feel her heart racing, matching the tempo of his own as they remained entangled in the water.

"You're okay," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Heejin's eyes searched his, a playful smile playing on her lips as she pushed herself even closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. "You're not fooling anyone, Heejin," he said, his tone low and husky.

Undeterred, she did it again, the friction between them sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Each time she feigned distress, her body brushed against him more deliberately, her movements becoming increasingly sensual. Y/N's resolve began to crack, his body responding to her teasing with a fervor that surprised even him. He knew he should stop her, maintain the innocent facade of their swimming lesson, but the allure of her touch was too great.

"Stop it, I know it," Y/N said, trying to keep his voice firm despite the waver in his tone. His arms tightened around her, his hands sliding down to her hips. He could feel the heat of her skin, the water acting as a thin veil that only heightened the intensity of their contact.

 Heejin playfully pretends to need saving, increasing the physical contact between them and pushing the boundaries of their supposedly innocent swimming lesson. Despite Y/N's attempts to keep things professional, the sexual tension becomes unbearable as their bodies continue to touch and move against each other.

 Heejin meets Y/N for a swimming lesson at a private villa, feeling a growing attraction and anticipation. Upon her arrival, she's drawn to his physique, and their lesson starts amidst unspoken desires. She flirts subtly, and the lesson evolves with increased physical contact and unmistakable sexual tension.

Heejin giggled, the sound music to his ears as she leaned back, her body arching against his. "But the water feels so good," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N took a deep breath, willing his body to cooperate. "Heejin," he said, his voice a low growl, "I think it's time we take a break from swimming."

With a mischievous grin, Heejin nodded and allowed him to help her out of the water. Her legs felt wobbly on the slick tiles, and she leaned into him for support, her skin glistening with water droplets that sparkled in the sunlight. Y/N's eyes trailed down her body, taking in the way the fabric of her swimsuit clung to her curves. He knew that he had to regain control of the situation before it spiraled out of his grasp.

As they stepped onto the floor, Y/N's restraint snapped. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was as hungry as it was unexpected. Heejin's eyes widened with surprise, but she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she tried to keep up with the tempo of his kisses. His tongue danced with hers, exploring the depths of her mouth with a passion that left her breathless. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, demanding more than she was prepared to give in such a public space.

"Form the beginning, u want this, right?" Y/N murmured against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. His question hung in the air, a declaration wrapped in a whisper.

 Heejin's playfulness leads to a passionate kiss between them, taking the situation beyond swimming lessons. The intensity of their interaction escalates, with both of them acknowledging the underlying desires that have been brewing.

Heejin just smiles and nodded, the tension of their shared desire making her dizzy. She had never felt this way about a man before, but there was something about Y/N that made her want to explore the uncharted waters of her sexuality.

With trembling hands, Y/N reached for the strings of her swimsuit top, his eyes never leaving hers. He gently untied them, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts, the tips already pebbled with arousal. Heejin gasped as the cool air kissed her skin, her nipples hardening against his fingertips as he cupped them, weighing their heft in his palms. She felt a thrill of power as she watched his eyes darken with desire, his pupils dilating until they nearly eclipsed the warm brown iris.

Her own hands found his shirt, her fingertips tracing the ridges of his abs as she pulled it over his head. His muscles rippled under her touch, the sun-kissed skin warm and inviting. He was everything she had ever fantasized about in a man—tall, handsome, and confident—and yet, she had never felt so drawn to anyone before. It was as if a part of her she had buried deep had been suddenly awakened, and she was eager to explore this newfound aspect of herself.

 Heejin's curiosity leads to the removal of their swimsuits, exposing their bodies to each other's hungry gazes. The intimate act of touching and exploring each other's physiques reveals the depth of their mutual attraction and marks the beginning of their sexual journey together.

Heejin felt the heat of his gaze as it traveled over her body, his eyes lingering on her breasts before dropping to her swimsuit bottoms. She could feel her cheeks flush with anticipation as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, pausing to look up at him for permission. Y/N nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and she pushed the fabric down her legs, stepping out of it and kicking it away.

Y/N's breathing grew heavier as he took in the sight of her naked form, his own arousal now clearly visible through his board shorts. He reached down and began to tug at the waistband, the fabric straining against his erection. Heejin watched with rapt attention as he revealed himself to her, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the size and girth of his cock. It was nothing like she had ever seen before in her fantasies, and the reality was both terrifying and thrilling.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her skin. He took one of her breasts in his hand, the touch sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. His thumb brushed against her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine as it pebbled beneath his touch.

 The sexual tension culminates in the removal of their last barriers, revealing their naked forms to each other. Heejin's first-hand experience with a male body evokes a mix of fear and excitement as she confronts the reality of Y/N's arousal, setting the stage for their imminent physical intimacy.

"Your boobs are not that big," Y/N said, his voice a mix of wonder and admiration. "But that's perfect size for me." He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he took the sensitive peak into his mouth, suckling gently. Heejin gasped, her hands flying to his head to hold him closer, the sensation overwhelming. He switched to the other side, giving it the same tender attention, his tongue flicking and teasing as he worked his magic.

"Ahh... keep doing that, Y/N," Heejin panted, her legs threatening to buckle under the weight of her growing arousal. "My pussy is getting wet each time," she confessed, her voice breathless and needy. She felt his cock twitch against her stomach in response, and she knew she wasn't the only one affected by their passionate dance.

Without a word, Y/N dropped to his knees before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her swimsuit bottoms and pulled them down. Heejin stepped out of them, leaving her completely bare before him. The cool air of the villa's living room kissed her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine. Y/N's gaze dropped to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, the folds of her pussy glistening with the promise of what was to come.

 Y/N expresses his appreciation for Heejin's body, focusing on her breasts and eliciting a powerful reaction from her. He then proceeds to remove her swimsuit bottoms, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, while his own desire for her is clearly evident.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against her sensitive flesh as he inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, a potent aphrodisiac that sent his own desire spiraling. His tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her labia with a gentle touch that made her whimper. Heejin's knees buckled slightly, but Y/N's strong hands held her in place, his grip firm yet reassuring.

"Ahh, so good, Y/N," she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he continued to tease her with feather-light kisses and nips. His mouth moved to her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as she squirmed under his touch. He could feel her legs tremble, her body poised on the edge of orgasm.

But just as she was about to crest the wave, Y/N pulled away, leaving her panting and needy. "Now, for the real lesson," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. He stood up, towering over her, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached down to cup her cheek. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, sending another shiver down her spine.

Heejin's eyes grew wide as she felt his thumb slide down to her neck, then further, until it brushed against the pulse point between her breasts. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice a whisper of breath.

 Y/N begins to perform oral sex on Heejin, eliciting strong reactions of pleasure, but then abruptly stops to announce the 'real lesson'. His intimate touches continue to escalate, leaving her desperate for more, and setting a mysterious tone for what is to come in their sexual exploration.

 Heejin and Y/N kiss passionately, moving beyond swimming lessons. They strip each other, revealing their desires. Y/N appreciates Heejin's body and performs oral sex, stopping to announce a 'real lesson'. The intense interaction leaves Heejin eager for the next phase of their encounter.

Y/N's smile was knowing, his eyes dark with lust. "You'll see," he murmured, as his hand trailed lower, until his fingers brushed against the slickness of her pussy. He traced her folds, his touch feather-light, as if he was learning the contours of a new map. Heejin's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned softly, her hips bucking against his hand.

He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, before sliding two fingers into her without warning. She was tight, tighter than he had expected, and she gasped as he filled her. He stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion before he began to move, his fingers exploring her depths with a gentle yet insistent rhythm. Heejin's legs wobbled, but she managed to stay upright, her hands gripping at y/n to keep her balance standing.

"Fuck, you're so good," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tension coil tighter and tighter in her belly. His thumb circled her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, a storm brewing on the horizon of her senses. "My pussy is stretching by your fingers," she gasped, her voice ragged with need.

Y/N chuckled against her neck, his breath hot and tickling. "You're so tight, Heejin," he murmured, his voice thick with his own arousal. "I can feel every inch of you around me." He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, the slow, deliberate strokes pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

 Y/N's manual exploration of Heejin's body intensifies, inserting his fingers into her for the first time and bringing her to the brink of orgasm. His skilled touch and gentle dominance leave Heejin desperate for more, her voice filled with ragged desire.

"Your fingers are so big, fuck," Heejin moaned, her eyes flying open to meet his.

Y/N's smile grew wider as he felt her pussy clench around his digits. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

"Yes, yes, I'm...I'm going to cum," Heejin panted, her nails digging into his shoulders as the waves of pleasure grew stronger.

Y/N watched as Heejin's body began to tense, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming apart in his arms was almost too much to bear. He increased his pace, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that had her entire body trembling.

"I can't take this anymore," Heejin whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and her body arched back, pushing her breasts out towards the sky. "I'm cumming..."

Y/N felt her walls tighten around his fingers, the muscles in her pussy clenching in an involuntary spasm as her orgasm took hold. He watched with rapt attention, his own breath catching in his throat as she began to squirt, the clear fluid spurting out and coating his hand. It was a sight he had never seen before, and the raw, unbridled passion of it was intoxicating.

 Heejin reaches climax as Y/N's fingers fill her, the intensity of her orgasm causing her body to convulse and release. The new experience is overwhelming for both, with Y/N visually captivated by her uninhibited response.

Heejin's trembling grew more intense as she rode the waves of pleasure, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place as she came, his other hand still working her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the quiet room, a testament to their passionate dance.

When her climax finally subsided, Heejin's legs gave out, and she would have collapsed if not for Y/N's strong embrace. He held her up, her cheek pressed to his chest, as she took deep, gulping breaths, trying to regain her composure. His heart thudded beneath her ear, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of her own.

"I didn't know you were a squirter, Heejin," Y/N said, his voice filled with amazement as he pulled back slightly to look down at her.

Heejin blushed, her cheeks flaming red as she buried her face in his chest. "I... I don't know it too," she admitted, her voice muffled by his skin. "It was my first time."

Y/N chuckled, his grip on her tightening as he stared down at her. "Well, you're a natural," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Now, it's my turn to give you a taste of what I can do."

 After her first orgasm, Heejin's legs give way, and Y/N holds her up, both marveling at her squirting. Heejin confesses it's her first time experiencing this, and Y/N, impressed, looks forward to giving her another new experience.

With that, Heejin dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his as she reached for the waistband of his board shorts. He stepped back slightly, allowing her to pull them down, revealing his rock-hard cock that stood tall and proud. It was the first time she had seen one up close, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and excitement as she took it in her hands.

Y/N's breath hitched as she began to explore him with her tongue, her movements tentative at first as she traced the veins that snaked along his shaft. The taste of him was unfamiliar, a heady mix of salt and musk that filled her mouth. She marveled at the velvety softness of his skin against the firmness beneath, her curiosity piqued by this foreign yet fascinating landscape.

Without warning, he surged forward, his cock pushing past her lips and filling her mouth. Heejin's eyes went wide with surprise.

Her cough took them both by surprise. It was a sudden, involuntary spasm that sent a jet of saliva and pre-cum spraying onto his abs. Heejin's eyes watered as she pulled back, her cheeks a fiery red. "I'm sorry," she gasped, her voice muffled by her hand as she tried to cover her mouth.

 Heejin, eager to reciprocate, attempts to give Y/N oral sex for the first time, but her inexperience leads to a surprise cough and a messy spray of saliva and pre-cum. Embarrassed, she apologizes, revealing her newness to the act.

Y/N looked down at her, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and amusement. "It's okay," he managed to say, his voice strained. He could feel the tension in his body dissipating, the moment of passion giving way to a sudden burst of laughter. "It's your first time with... something that size," he added, trying to keep his tone light.

"Just relax, sweetheart," he murmured, placing a hand on the back of her head and guiding her closer to him once more. This time, he pushed in more slowly, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Heejin took a deep breath, her eyes watering as she felt him fill her mouth. The sensation was strange, yet she was eager to please him, to make him feel the same way he had made her feel moments ago.

"That's good, breath through your nose," Y/N said, his voice gentle and soothing. Heejin nodded, taking his advice and finding that it helped ease the discomfort. She took another deep breath, the air flowing in and out of her nostrils as she took more of him in. His grip on her hair tightened slightly, his hips starting to move in a slow, shallow rhythm.

Heejin felt his cock swell in her mouth, the veins pulsing with each heartbeat. She could feel his thighs tense as he tried to maintain control, his breaths growing quicker. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, her thumb playing with the sensitive skin beneath as she took him deeper.

 Heejin, still embarrassed, tries to recover and gives Y/N oral sex again, with his gentle guidance. She adjusts to the sensation and takes him deeper, eager to satisfy him and learning from his instructions. Y/N's body responds visibly, showing signs of approaching climax.

 Y/N explores Heejin intimately, bringing her to a powerful climax through manual stimulation and making her squirt. She confesses her inexperience, and he eagerly awaits the next step. Heejin attempts oral sex, but initially fails due to inexperience. With Y/N's guidance, she successfully performs the act, bringing him pleasure and learning from the experience.

The sound of his moans grew louder, his hips jerking slightly as she found a rhythm that suited them both. His hand on the back of her head grew firmer, guiding her movements as he grew more and more lost in the sensation. "Your mouth is so warm," he groaned, his voice strained.

Heejin felt a thrill of power as she took him deeper, her eyes watering but her determination unwavering. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by passion before. Y/N's hand tightened in her hair, and she knew he was close. She focused on his reactions, the way his breath caught when she hit the right spot, the way his cock twitched against her tongue.

With renewed confidence, Heejin began to move faster, her throat relaxing around his girth. Y/N's moans grew more urgent, his hips thrusting in time with her bobbing head. "Ughh, your throat is tight," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure.

Suddenly, Heejin felt his cock swell even more in her mouth, and she knew he was on the brink. She braced herself, her eyes watering as she took him as deep as she could. With a roar, Y/N's hips bucked forward, and he came, his hot seed filling her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, eager to show him that she could handle it, but the sheer volume of his release was overwhelming. Some of it spilled out, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest.

 Heejin becomes more adept at giving Y/N oral sex, taking his cock deep and responding to his cues. His pleasure builds until he climaxes, and she eagerly tries to swallow his cum, but the amount overwhelms her, leaving some on her chin and chest.

Heejin looked up at him with a mix of pride and embarrassment, her cheeks flushed from the exertion. Y/N's eyes were glazed with pleasure, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched her try to contain his cum. He reached down and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his thumb coming away sticky with his essence. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You did so well."

Heejin felt a rush of gratitude and affection for him, his words easing the self-consciousness that had taken hold of her. She leaned back, her mouth still open slightly, and allowed him to help her to her feet. The warmth of his cum on her chest made her even more aware of her nakedness, her nipples pebbled from the cool air.

"I didn't mean to spoil it," she said, her voice small as she tried to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "It just... happened."

"Don't worry, Heejin," he said, his voice soothing. "You're doing great.".

With that, Y/N gently turned Heejin around, the water sluicing off her body as he positioned her at the pool's edge.

"Let's go to the next step," he murmured, his voice filled with a primal need that sent a thrill down Heejin's spine. He scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the side of the pool. The cool tiles pressed against her back, the heat of her body in stark contrast to the chill beneath her.

 Y/N reassures Heejin after her first blowjob, praising her efforts. He then carries her to the side of the pool for the next stage of their intimate lesson, leaving her feeling a mix of pride and desire.

Y/N took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his eyes devouring every inch of her bare flesh as the sun danced across her skin. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock still hard and slick from their earlier encounter. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through her.

Heejin nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never done this before, never been with a man, but there was something about Y/N that made her feel safe, made her want to explore this new aspect of herself.

Y/N positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He paused, waiting for her nod, and when it came, he pushed forward, inch by inch, filling her with a pressure she had never felt before. Heejin's eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself stretch around him, the sensation both painful and incredibly arousing. She took a deep breath and pushed back, urging him to continue, her body hungry for the connection she had been craving.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained as he pushed into her, feeling her walls clench around him. He could see the determination on her face, the way her teeth were digging into her bottom lip as she took him deeper and deeper.

"I know it's big," Heejin said, her eyes never leaving his, "but I want all of it, Y/N." Her voice was filled with a mix of need and challenge, and he knew she was ready to take him completely.

 Heejin expresses her readiness, and Y/N gently penetrates her, both of them feeling the intense sensation of her first time with a man. His size overwhelms her initially, but she remains eager and determined to experience everything with him.

With a groan that was almost a growl, Y/N pushed the last of his length into her, feeling her body stretch and yield to his invasion. He held still for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to the sensation. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her muscles tightening and releasing in a silent plea for more. "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Fuck, you're so big," Heejin gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt herself stretched to the limit. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure and pain through her body, a heady mix that had her clinging to him tightly. His grip on her hips was firm, guiding her movements as he began to pick up the pace.

"I'm cumming," she panted, her nails digging into his skin as she felt the familiar tension building. "I'm going to squirt again." The words were barely a whisper, but they had the desired effect. Y/N groaned, his strokes becoming more erratic as he felt her pussy begin to pulse around him. He could feel the warmth of her juices coating his cock, the sensation driving him closer to the edge.

 Y/N and Heejin engage in passionate sex, with him filling her completely. Despite the initial pain, she finds pleasure in the act, prompting her to squirt again. This response intensifies his desire, leading to a climax.

Heejin's eyes flew open, her pupils dilated with lust as she watched him lose control. The power she had over him was intoxicating, and she pushed back with renewed vigor, her hips rising to meet his with each powerful thrust. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the first spasm, her pussy tightening around his cock. "Cum for me, Heejin," he growled, his voice deep and demanding.

The words were like a trigger, and she let go, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that had her screaming out his name. She felt the warmth of her juices flood around him, the sensation of his cock pulsing inside her setting off another wave of pleasure.

"Good girl," Y/N murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he increased his pace. He didn't wait for Heejin's orgasm to end; instead, he used it to fuel his own, pushing into her harder and faster with each stroke.

Heejin could feel another climax building, her pussy spasming around his cock as she continued to squirt. The sensation was overwhelming, a never-ending crescendo of pleasure that had her panting and whimpering. Y/N's eyes never left hers, his gaze locked onto hers as if he was trying to absorb every ounce of her passion.

 Heejin's second orgasm is triggered by Y/N's praise, leading to more intense sexual activity. Her squirting enhances his experience, pushing him closer to his own climax as they maintain deep, penetrative eye contact throughout.

"I'm going to cum, Heejin," he finally said, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. Heejin could see the strain in his face, the way his muscles stood out as he held himself above her, his body taut with tension. She felt a thrill at the knowledge that she had brought him to this point, that she had the power to make him lose control.

"Cum inside me," she whispered, the words a breathy plea that seemed to echo through the quiet afternoon air. "I brought the pill," she reminded him, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and need.

Y/N's eyes snapped to hers, his pupils dilated with desire. He knew she was on birth control, but the thought of coming inside her, of marking her in that most intimate of ways, was too tempting to resist. He nodded, his jaw clenched as he pushed into her one final time, his cock pulsing with the force of his release.

Heejin felt the warmth of his cum fill her, a sensation that was at once strange and exhilarating. Her own orgasm seemed to go on forever, her pussy contracting around him as he emptied himself into her. They stayed like that for a moment, locked in their passionate embrace, the world outside the villa fading away.

 As Y/N reaches the brink of his climax, Heejin whispers for him to cum inside her. He succumbs to the temptation, filling her as she experiences a prolonged orgasm. The intimacy of the moment connects them deeply.

As they both began to come down from their peak, Y/N leaned in to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was as possessive as it was tender. His cock remained buried deep inside her, the evidence of their union mingling with her own juices. Heejin kissed him back, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Slowly, Y/N pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound that made her shiver.

Heejin's pussy continued to spasm, releasing more of her juices onto the tile. She looked down in amazement as she felt a gush of liquid leave her, her body seemingly unable to contain the intensity of the orgasm that had just taken over her. "Wow," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

Y/N chuckled, a mix of amazement and satisfaction in the sound. "You're incredible," he said, his voice low and gruff. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue tasting himself on her lips. He could feel her squirting again, her body reacting to the sudden emptiness.

When they broke the kiss, Heejin leaned back into his embrace, her body boneless and pliant. He wrapped his arms around her, his cock still semi-hard against her stomach, and they stood there, panting and sated, for a moment. The sound of their breathing and the gentle lapping of the water against the side of the pool filled the silence.

"That was..." she began, but her voice trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe the intensity of what they had just shared.

 After climaxing, Heejin and Y/N share a deep, passionate kiss. Her pussy continues to spasm, releasing more fluid, prompting Y/N's amazement. They embrace, with Heejin at a loss for words to express her feelings. The serene atmosphere of the poolside is a stark contrast to their intense sexual encounter.

"Amazon," Y/N said, filling in the blank for her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chest pressing into her back as they both took a moment to catch their breaths. Heejin leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her, his cock still semi-erect and sticky against her skin.

They stood there for a long moment, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the side of the pool. The coolness of the tiles beneath them was a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, and Heejin could feel the sweat beginning to dry on her skin.

Heejin's heart was racing, her thoughts a jumbled mess of emotions and sensations. She had never felt so alive, so connected to another person before. The way Y/N had made love to her, with such passion and tenderness, had left her feeling cherished and desired in a way she had never experienced.

Y/N kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin gently as he held her tight. "You're something else," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I've never felt anything like that."

Heejin shivered, her pussy clenching around the emptiness where his cock had just been. The sensation sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body, making her want him again. She turned in his arms, her hands sliding up his chest as she looked into his eyes.

Y/N could see the desire in her gaze, the unspoken request that he continue to explore her body. He smirked, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple, watching as she inhaled sharply. "Looks like someone enjoyed herself," he said, his voice a low tease that had her cheeks flushing once more.

Heejin didn't respond, instead leaning into his touch as he began to play with her sensitive peak. His other hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub it in slow circles. The feeling was exquisite, the gentle pressure making her squirt again and again. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to keep quiet, not wanting to break the spell that had fallen over them.

Y/N chuckled, his breath warm against her neck as he kissed her gently. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "It's like your body was made for this." His thumb flicked her clit, sending another spasm of pleasure through her. Heejin's legs began to shake, her orgasms coming closer together as he worked his magic.

Her moans grew louder, despite her efforts to remain silent, and Y/N took it as a challenge. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. His other hand never stopped moving, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness as she grew more and more aroused.

Heejin felt like she was on the brink of something incredible, her body taut with the need for release. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to get closer, to feel more. Y/N's chuckles grew into moans of his own, his cock growing hard once again as he felt her pussy contract around his fingers.

With one final, firm pinch, Heejin's body gave in, her pussy spasming as she came, squirting all over his hand. He held her tightly, his own arousal evident in his grip as he watched her ride out the waves of pleasure. When she finally went limp in his arms, he kissed her forehead, his eyes shining with affection and lust.

"You're a natural," he said, his voice a soft whisper against her skin. "But I'm not done with you yet." He scooped her up and carried her to a lounge chair by the poolside, laying her down gently. Heejin looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and anticipation.

Without a word, Y/N positioned himself between her legs and sank into her again, their bodies slippery with water and cum. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, punctuated by their ragged breaths and gasps of pleasure. Heejin's body was already primed for another round, and she eagerly welcomed him back inside.

Their movements grew more frantic as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their bodies, their kisses deep and all-consuming. Y/N's hand found her clit once more, his thumb flicking it with expert precision. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching off the chair as she came again, her juices mixing with the pool water beneath them.

They didn't stop there. Y/N picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her into the villa. They explored each room with an unbridled passion, leaving a trail of wetness and stickiness in their wake. On the plush carpet in the living room, against the cold marble of the kitchen counter, and even in the soft embrace of the velvet curtains in the study, they fucked with an urgency that seemed to grow with each passing moment.

Their lovemaking was raw and uninhibited, each room revealing new ways to satisfy their insatiable hunger for each other. In the bedroom, Y/N bent Heejin over the bed, her ass in the air as he pounded into her from behind. She could feel his sperm coating her insides, mixing with her squirt as he filled her up once again.

The scent of sex filled the air, a musky perfume that seemed to cling to every surface. The villa was no longer a serene retreat but a playground for their desires, each room holding a new adventure. In the shower, the hot water cascaded over their bodies as he took her from behind, her moans echoing off the tiles as she came yet again.

Their bodies were a tapestry of sensations, a blend of pleasure and pain that only served to heighten their arousal. The sound of their passion filled the air, a symphony of flesh slapping together and the sweet cries of release. They didn't care if they were heard; they were lost in their own world, a world where only they and their insatiable desires mattered.

As they moved from room to room, their bodies grew sticky with a mix of sweat and cum. They were a blur of motion, a dance of lust that knew no bounds. Heejin felt a thrill with every new position, every new sensation that Y/N introduced her to.

In the library, he bent her over a dusty bookshelf, the scent of old leather and paper mixing with the musk of their desire. Heejin's moans grew louder as he pounded into her from behind, the books rattling with each thrust. Her palms pressed against the cool wood, her legs trembling as she tried to keep herself steady. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking over her body as he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each stroke.

They moved to the dining room next, the long mahogany table serving as their stage. Heejin lay on her back, her legs spread wide as Y/N feasted on her pussy, his tongue delving into her folds with a hunger that surprised even her. She squirmed beneath him, the sensation of his tongue against her clit making her squirt once more. He lapped it up greedily, his eyes never leaving hers as he brought her to another shattering orgasm.

In the media room, with the glow of the giant TV screen casting an eerie light over their naked bodies, Heejin found herself straddling him on the plush couch. She rode him with an abandon she never knew she had, her tits bouncing with each bounce as she took him deep. The leather was sticky with their combined fluids, and the sound of their bodies coming together was almost obscene in the otherwise silent room.

Y/N's fingers dug into her hips as he watched her ride him, his cock disappearing into her tight pussy. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, the anticipation of her climax building with each passing second. "I want to feel you come around my cock," he said, his voice gruff with need. Heejin nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked herself closer to the edge.

When it finally hit, it was like a lightning bolt, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed out her pleasure. He followed her over, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his hot seed. They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their hearts racing with the intensity of their passion.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent, the sound of their breathing the only thing breaking the silence. But it wasn't long before they were on the move again, their bodies craving more, the thrill of exploration and discovery driving them from one room to the next.

In the kitchen, they fucked standing up, the cold marble of the island countertop sending a delicious shiver through Heejin's body as Y/N pounded into her from behind. She could see their reflection in the gleaming stainless steel appliances, their bodies moving in a carnally beautiful ballet of lust. The smell of sex mingled with the faint scent of the leftover lunch, a heady combination that only served to drive them closer to the edge.

They stumbled into the gym, the sound of their footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. Y/N bent her over the treadmill, her hands grasping the handles as he took her from behind once more. The machine whirred to life under their combined weight, adding an unexpected rhythm to their lovemaking. Heejin's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples grazing the cool metal, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing them closer to the brink of ecstasy. "I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice filled with a desperation that was almost painful.

"Do it," he growled, his own orgasm building. "Let me feel you come all over me."

With a scream that echoed through the cavernous space, Heejin's body tensed, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she squirted all over the gleaming black rubber. Y/N groaned, the feeling of her release pushing him over the edge. He came hard, filling her once again, their combined fluids spilling onto the treadmill's belt.

They staggered out of the gym, their legs unsteady as they moved through the villa.

"The jacuzzi," Heejin suggested, her voice low and needy. Y/N nodded, his eyes dark with desire as they made their way to the outdoor terrace. The water was steaming, the jets bubbling invitingly, and they slid into it with sighs of relief. The warmth of the water was a balm to their overheated skin, and they cuddled together, their limbs entwined.

The jets massaged their bodies, the water swirling around them as they kissed lazily. The tension that had built up over the last few hours began to melt away, their passion giving way to a gentle affection that was just as potent. Y/N reached down, his hand finding Heejin's clit, and began to rub it gently. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding immediately to his touch.

Their lovemaking in the jacuzzi was slower, more deliberate. They took their time, savoring each sensation, each touch. The warmth of the water made them feel as if they were floating, their movements languid and sensuous. Y/N slid into her, her pussy clenching around him as if it had been made for him. Heejin's eyes rolled back in her head, her body going limp with pleasure.

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The water sloshed around them as they kissed and touched, their cries of pleasure muffled by the steady hum of the jets. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over their entwined forms. It was a moment out of a dream, a perfect culmination to their afternoon of exploration.

Finally, they reached their peak, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasms. Heejin's pussy clamped down around Y/N's cock, milking him dry as he filled her with his cum. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, their hearts racing in time with the beat of their shared passion.

After they had cleaned themselves off in the shower, they moved to the bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the plush comforter. Y/N pulled Heejin into his arms, their bodies still sticky with cum and sweat. They lay there, their breathing gradually slowing as the afterglow of their lovemaking washed over them.

Heejin felt a sense of belonging, a warmth that spread through her chest as she nestled into the crook of his neck. She had never felt so connected to someone, so seen and understood. Y/N's arms tightened around her, his breaths growing deep and even as he drifted off to sleep.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she gathered her courage and whispered the words that had been playing on her mind since their first kiss. "Y/N," she began, her voice barely a murmur. He stirred slightly, his grip on her waist loosening as he turned to face her. "Before this," she swallowed hard, "I was a lesbian. I only knew the touch of toys, never a real cock."

His eyes searched hers, a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something that made her stomach flip-flop. "This was my first time with a man," she confessed, her voice shaking with emotion. "And I'm so grateful it was you. You gave me an experience that was... beyond anything I could have imagined."

Y/N's gaze softened, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her hip. "And I'm grateful for you, Heejin," he said, his voice thick with sincerity. "You're so beautiful, so responsive. I've never felt anything like this before." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And you don't have to change for me. I'm just happy to be a part of your journey."

Her heart swelled with affection for him, and she knew she had made the right decision. She had found something in him that she had never felt before, something that made her question the boundaries she had set for herself. "You're the first cock to ever enter me," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "And you've given me so much pleasure. I don't think I could ever go back to just being with women now."

Y/N's eyes lit up with a fierce possessiveness that made her pussy throb once again. "So be my girl, Heejin," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're already craving for my cock, aren't you?" His hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit and giving it a firm squeeze. Heejin gasped, her body arching into his touch.

He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the sweetness of their combined release. "I'll make sure you're always satisfied," he murmured against her lips. "My cock is yours whenever you need it."

With those words, Heejin felt something inside her shift. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted Y/N to be a part of it. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she breathed. "I'll be your girl."

Y/N's smile was triumphant, his eyes gleaming with lust. He rolled her onto her back, his cock already hardening again. "Good," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Because I'm not done with you yet." He positioned himself between her legs, his cock sliding into her once more.

This time, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness. They moved together with an ease that belied their newness to one another, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. Heejin's hips rose to meet his, her pussy eager to be filled once again.

Their lovemaking was a declaration, a promise of what was to come. They explored each other's bodies with a ravenous hunger, each touch and kiss a vow to never let go. The room was filled with their passionate cries, a symphony of love and lust that seemed to resonate through the very air.

As they reached their climax, their bodies shuddering with the force of their shared pleasure, Heejin knew that she had made the right choice. With Y/N, she had found a new world of sensations, a place where she could truly be herself.

And as she felt his warmth fill her up once more, she realized that she was no longer just a lesbian. She was a woman in love, a woman who knew the true power of sexual exploration and the beauty of letting go of her preconceived notions. She was a woman who craved the touch of a man, who craved Y/N's cock, and who was ready to face whatever the future had in store for them.

They fucked into the night, their bodies a tapestry of pleasure and pain, each orgasm more intense than the last. When the sun finally began to peek over the horizon, their bodies exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled together.

Y/N's chest rose and fell with each deep breath, his arms tight around her as she lay sprawled across him. He could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of his own. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aroma that seemed to cling to every surface.

Heejin's eyes fluttered closed, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had been building with each orgasm. She felt boneless, her muscles relaxing into the softness of the bed. The warmth of Y/N's body was comforting, his skin sticky with their combined fluids.

As she drifted in and out of sleep, she felt his movements beside her. Y/N was already awake, his hand sliding over her body in a gentle caress. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her, his expression a mix of concern and desire. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"I can't move," she admitted with a sleepy smile. "My body feels so heavy."

Y/N chuckled, his hand tracing the curve of her waist. "You're just overwhelmed with pleasure." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his laughter a warm rumble against her skin. 

[astrolook]

🔥 Synastry Myths That Need to Die (Or at Least Be Roasted) 🔥

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🚫 MYTH #1: Squares and Oppositions in Synastry = Relationship Problems? Nah, That’s Just Spicy Drama. 🔥😈

🔥Reality: No, they keep it interesting. A little conflict is necessary to keep things engaging, otherwise, y’all will be bored to death in six months.

🔹 Sun square Moon – Keeps things dynamic—you challenge each other emotionally and grow in the process. Passionate debates turn into deep emotional bonding. It could feel like you live in two different emotional worlds sometimes. 🔹 Venus square Mars – Enemies to lovers. Like a slow-burn romance novel where neither of you admits your feelings until you’re in too deep. Fights can get heated and so as passion. 🔹 Mercury opposite Mercury – Mentally stimulates each other a lot. Never boring.

💡 A mix of soft and hard aspects is 🔑. Too much "ease" = stagnation. A little friction? Sexy and exciting.

🗣️Some of y’all are out here begging for a “perfect” relationship, but are you sure you want one that feels like watching paint dry?

🚫 MYTH #2: Too Many Conjunctions = Soulmate Energy! Nah, You're dating yourself!

🔥Reality: Or suffocating as hell. Y’all might as well be the same person, which sounds cute until it’s not.

🔹 Sun conjunct Sun – "Omg, we’re so alike!" Yeah, for now. But do you really want a partner that mirrors you 24/7? 🔹 Moon conjunct Moon – Emotional twins, but can become too comfortable. Who’s pushing who to grow? 🔹 Venus conjunct Venus – Great for shared aesthetic and love language, but too similar = potential complacency.

💡Some conjunctions? Great. But throw in a few oppositions (for balance) and squares (for energy), or you might end up dating yourself.

🗣️You ever had a bestie you LOVED but couldn’t be around too long because y’all were literally the same person? That’s what too many conjunctions feel like in a relationship.

🚫 MYTH #3: "Saturn in Synastry = Restrictive. No, It's Just A Commitment Test!

🔥Reality: Without Saturn, relationships fall apart. The real problem isn’t Saturn—it’s immaturity.

🔹 Saturn conjunct Moon – Can feel like parent/child dynamics, but if handled well? Deep emotional security. This is forever. 🔹 Saturn opposite Venus – Challenges in expressing affection, but also high commitment potential when worked through. 🔹 Saturn trine Mars – Passion with stability—this is the "we still find each other sexy at 80" type of aspect. Slow and steady passion.

💡 If you have Saturn in synastry, embrace the responsibility but set boundaries so it doesn’t feel suffocating.

🗣️Saturn isn’t the fun drunk at the party, it’s the sober friend keeping you from texting your ex. You need that sometimes.

🚫 MYTH #4: Venus-Mars = Everlasting Passion? More Like a Telenovela.

🔥Reality: Yes, it’s hot at first—but will you even like each other in five years?

🔹 Venus conjunct Mars – 🔥 Chemistry? Through the roof. Emotional compatibility? That depends. 🔹 Venus opposite Mars – Can flip between passionate and exhausting, depending on how you handle conflict. 🔹 Venus square Mars – The sexual tension is wild, sparks fly in all directions. It's an exciting aspect.

💡If you’ve got Venus-Mars magic, add some Moon, Mercury, or Saturn connections so it’s not just lust with an expiration date.

🗣️Chemistry can only carry a relationship so far—do y’all actually like each other outside the bedroom?

🚫 MYTH #5: Moon Sign Compatibility = Everything? Okay, But Can You Communicate?

🔥Reality: Yes, emotional compatibility is important. But have you tried... actually communicating?

🔹 Moon trine Mercury – Emotional understanding and easy conversations (a great underrated aspect). 🔹 Moon opposite Mars – One is moody, the other is impatient. Passionate emotions and spicy debates. 🔹 Moon conjunct Saturn – Deep emotional security, but can also feel heavy or restrictive.

💡Don’t just look at Moons—how do your Mercury, Venus, and Saturn interact? Emotional security is great, but if y’all can’t communicate, it’s pointless.

🗣️Just because you both like to cry during sad movies doesn’t mean you’re soulmates.

🚫 MYTH #6: Twin Flames Can Be Seen in Synastry!

🔥Reality: No. Astrology does not confirm Twin Flames. Stop it.

🔹 North Node conjunct personal planets – Yes, this feels fated, but not every karmic relationship is "meant to be." 🔹 Pluto aspects (especially Venus or Moon) – Yes, this is intense and life-changing—but it can also be obsessive and toxic. 🔹 Vertex aspects – Yes, these can feel destined, but that doesn’t mean it’s permanent.

💡If a relationship is healthy, growing, and balanced, that’s what matters more than any hyped-up label.

🗣️Just because someone feels "fated" doesn’t mean they’re your forever person. Sometimes, the lesson is letting go.

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[haetero]

all mine.

PAIRING: aemond targaryen x afab!reader. WORDCOUNT: 1.9k

CW: jealous sex, mating press (hehe), unprotected sex, breeding kink!!, creampie, kind of angsty but its porn w a little bit of plot. use of high valyrian + a sprinkle of aegon bashing! mdni <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was originally a 500 word drabble and then... i went a bit nuts.. if you enjoyed the fic, pls lmk! not proofread we die like literally everyone lol.

ABSTRACT:

aemond gets caught up with his royal duties and finds himself spending less time with his precious lady wife. determined to take matters in your hands, you make some silly choices involving another prince, which only makes things worse. till it gets better :)

this time, you think you deserved it.

what begun as a harmless jest to get aemond to pay attention to you quickly led to letting aegon drunkenly sweet talk you at supper. and yes, pretending to flirt with your husband’s brother in front of him might not have been the best decision, but you were just having fun right?

wrong.

you were perhaps the stupidest woman in all the seven kingdoms. really, there was no rationale for choosing to engage with aegon for more than ten minutes at a time and yet here you were, ‘giggling’ at his piss poor jokes and pretending to listen to his made up tales of something you couldn’t care to remember.

you could only chastise your past self for your poor decision making skills as aegon whispered into your ear, far too close to your liking. he stunk of the rich, dornish wine served earlier in the evening and his eyes lazily stared at the expanse of your chest. but regardless of whether he was drunk or not, aegon had enough wits about him to realise his brother was furious.

a sly grin on aegon’s face, he seemed to understand the predicament you were in and leaned in to plant a wet kiss on your cheek, before loudly announcing his exit with a parting ��my lady”, to further enrage aemond.

internally groaning, you waited till aegon left before daring to take a peek at aemond. but he wasn’t even looking at you.

the complete lack of response terrified you. in fact, you’d almost convinced yourself he didn’t care at all, until you noticed his blanching knuckles gripping his silverware. “aemond, i-," you begun.

in an instant, aemond had gotten up out of his seat and finally looked at you with a look in his eyes that only meant one thing. he mumbled out a quick excusal for the pair of you, before extending his arm towards you with a pointed stare.

you were well and truly fucked.

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before you can realise what’s happened, aemond’s dragged you to your shared chambers at a pace you’re struggling to keep up with. quickly dismissing your maids, he shuts the doors firmly, before turning his back to you and shucking off his outer clothing. you dejectedly do the same, struggling out of your dress. you leave them in a heap on the floor, stripping down till you’re in your underthings.

the sounds of aemond changing have quietened down, spurring you to take a peek at him. he’s left in his pants; his broad shoulders and back on display for you to admire. maybe he'll listen to you if you explain yourself, you delude yourself. tiptoeing over to where he stands, you attempt a sheepish half smile, grabbing onto his bare arm to direct his attention to you.

“please, i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking, i just missed you,” you start, attempting to make eye contact with aemond. he’s yet to talk to you, pointedly ignoring you. he simply stands there, jaw clenched, refusing to acknowledge you any further.

you feel stupid, really. doing all this to gain the attention of the man standing in front of you and even then, he doesn’t even spare you a glance. you wait for a few more seconds before deciding to save yourself the embarrassment. with a sigh, you turn back to your shared bed and sit yourself down.

you rush to unpin your hair, readying yourself for sleep. the dull throb of want in your stomach has you frowning but you know the only person who could satisfy you is aemond. in your distracted state, you don’t see that aemond’s turned back to face you.

“do you take me for a fool?” you freeze, not expecting that of all questions. you start to respond when he cuts you off with a glare. aemond huffs out a curse and walks over to stand in between your legs. a part of you think he looks majestic from this view, but you’re quick to silence your thoughts as he slightly lowers himself till he’s level with you.

“you missed me, so you thought it best to what? throw yourself at my brother?” the affronted look in your eyes tells aemond he’s wrong but he’s not feeling very charitable as you try to come up with right thing to say. “and you thought i’d just let him have you?”

“no! i swear, i was being childish aemond,” you try to reason with him. the longer you think about it, the faster you realise how childish you really were. but it doesn’t change your intentions. you were unsatisfied and tired. but you also hadn’t been this close to aemond without someone else being nearby in a while. the dull throbbing sensation in your cunt was starting to spread and you fought the urge to rip your underthings off and let aemond have his way with you.

“if you wanted something, all you had to do was tell me, not run off to aegon,” he muses, his right arm coming up to trace the veins in your neck. aemond can feel the way your breath stutters; he takes note of the way your lips quiver and fingers curl up slightly at his words. you not-so-subtly push your thighs together, trying to alleviate some of your lust by yourself.

a satisfied grin curls at his lips and aemond, finally, leans into the slope of your neck. you shiver at the feather-like sensation of his lips pressing into your skin, grabbing onto his arm to steady yourself before he pushes you onto your back. “aemond, i need only you,” you shyly mumble, before reaching up on your elbows to undo the clasp of his eye patch.

aemond lets you do as much before throwing it behind him, fixing you with a lust-filled gaze that has you whimpering within a second. he leans over you, and makes a show out of dragging the fabric of your underthings down till he’s rid of them, throwing them to the side. you’re shaking as you watch him eye your cunt with a starving look.

calloused hands grab at the fat of your thighs, kneading the soft skin there before pushing them to your chest. you mewl as cold air fans over your wet cunt, catching the way aemond eyes your hole greedily twitching around nothing. “this is what you wanted, right?”

“yes, yes, please,” you beg. if you weren’t so desperate already, you would have gagged at the sound of your whiny tone. but aemond seems to like your desperation. aemond undoes the string of his pants, before palming himself with a squeeze that has him sighing in relief. your mouth waters at the sight before you.

aemond gives himself a moment before he climbs over you, his frame gently pushing onto your knees in the position you’re in. your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his warmth enveloping you.

“no, look at me, ābrazȳrys,” your silver haired lover grunts, as he goes to drag his cockhead over your slit. “i should get aegon to pleasure your whorish cunt instead.”

your immediate protests brings a smug grin to aemond’s face. of course, he would never let his brother anywhere near the ethereal sight beneath him, but seeing the tortured look on your face brings him a sick sense of pride. he plays with you like this for a moment, rubbing his cockhead over and over your clit till you’re nearly crying out in want.

after what feels like a lifetime, he decides to push into you. aemond intently watches the way his cock catches at the rim of your pussy before he slams into you. your resulting gasp has aemond’s chest tightening as he loses himself to the feeling of your walls clenching around him immediately.

letting out a strangled moan of your name, he sets a brutal pace from the get-go, ploughing forward until you’re clawing at his neck and shoulders for a reprieve. you’re a quivering mess under him, a mix of moans and cries escaping you. you can feel him everywhere.

a light flush rises on aemond’s cheeks and upper chest, a pink hue that matches the fine dresses you might wear to a banquet or a tourney. your teary eyes trace the faint red lines peaking up on his broad shoulders, evidence of your passion that has your core clenching tighter around him. aemond catches your stare, mouth agape in a euphoric state of mind and pushes your knees down even further, if it was possible.

his wife, his lover, his, his, only his.

"it's okay, sweetling," he vows, fat cock bullying your walls as he moulds himself into you. he bends down to leave a path of kisses trailing down your neck, assuming a steady yet punishing pace into your sopping core. "for me, remember? you can take it for me, right?" aemond groans, drunk on the way your pussy sucks him in, eyes squeezed shut in the pleasure you both share.

leaning back, aemond watches you grip the sheets tightly, he feels the way you soak his cock every time he rocks into your pussy. you've gone half mad, tongue lolling out as you chant his name as a mindless mantra. he drags your knees down to instead wrap around his hips, bringing you closer to plant wet kisses down your neck, nipping at the salty skin. you keen into his ear at the change of position, untangling your hands from the sheets to cling tightly to aemond.

"feel good, love?" he murmurs, trailing his arm down till it lights presses onto your stomach as he drives his cock back into you. "tonight's the night i'm filling you up. that way, my fool of a brother will know to stay away from you.”

you don’t even think you’re making sense as you blabber your agreement. you want, no, you need him to give you his heir. you need him to drive himself further into you till you feel him in your chest, in your heart.

the thought of a miniature aemond targaryen running around has your heart swelling in your chest; the life you’ve always wanted but never let yourself dream of for too long. your lives were far too cruel for such a precious being to be born into it, yet aemond seems hellbent on making it come true as he bullies his cock further and further into your cunt.

aemond slows to a dangerous grind and bends down to capture your lips, his lean torso catches on your clit as you arch up into his mouth. "aemond pl-please, i want it," you whine, your hips buck as his languid thrusts reach a spot deeper than you thought possible. "you're mine," he groans into the heat of your mouth, skilled fingers come down to rub taut circles on your aching clit. he feels the telltale signs of your trembling walls and your greedy eyes beg him for release.

“fuc-fuck, nyke’m bē konīr,” aemond huffs, feeling your cunt swell around his cock as he rams deeper into you. you’re scrambling to hold onto anything; his shoulders, his wrists, the pillow, the sheets.

when you start twitching around his cock, walls fluttering at a pace aemond can't keep up with, he thinks you're the most divine creature in all the seven kingdoms.

and as you cream around his cock, aemond finds himself pushing himself into you one more time, filling you with his hot seed and the unspoken promise to cherish you for as long as you'd have him.

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high valyrian translations:

ābrazȳrys - wife. nyke’m bē konīr - i’m almost there.

[angelbby555]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Our get along T-shirt

Summary: Two teens forced in a large white T-shirt. Years later both of you are engaged and rediscover the shirt.

Word count: 1k

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When you were younger Bradley and you could never get along. You didn’t have a specific hatred for him but as kids you remember he was the most annoying boy to ever walk the earth.

To Bradley you were just some girl with cooties. Who was uptight about everything; You hated getting messy, you didn't like to play tag, and every time Bradley tried to talk to you, you’d silence him with: “Bradley just shut up, I don’t even care.” You were such a princess on your high horse, Bradley couldn't fight the urge to annoy you with intention instead of just existing. 

Bradley would pull on your cheeks knowing you hated when Carole did that to you. He flicked your forehead watching you scrunch up your face in annoyance. He'd shove you because he was a boy and he could.

One day you went to the mall with your mom, Carole and cone head Bradley. Carole had been craving Cinnabon and shopping all day. It was supposed to be a fun girls hang out but Bradley just had to come and ruin it. 

You were holding your shopping bag, walking next to Bradley and he kept shoving you with his shoulder. He did this every time. When you were walking down the halls at school together, on the sidewalk, by the door frame, for fun. It's like he couldn’t walk properly if he wasn’t pushing you. 

Bradley aggressively rammed his shoulder into yours again, making you stumble. That’s when you had enough. Before you could even think rationally, you bent down and gave a harsh tug to Bradley’s dark blue jeans causing them to pool at his ankles leaving him in his plaid blue boxers. 

“What the hell?!” Bradley’s face turned crimson, pulling his pants up after being pantsed. Your mom and Carole turned to both of you in a disapproving manner. But you didn’t care because you won this round with stupid good for nothing Bradley.

For your constant bickering you both had to face the consequences when you got home for being immature. Bradley was standing in a large white shirt with only one of his arms through the sleeve. Goose forced your head and arm into the big white T-shirt with Bradley. Both of you share a neck and sleeves. The shirt read 'Our get along T-shirt.'

“Ugh! Get me away from this disease.” You shrieked and Bradley rolled his eyes. 

You started pulling your arm out of the shirt but Carole chimed in. “Get out of the shirt young lady and kiss your going out privileges goodBYE.” You huffed at her in frustration shoving your arm back into the stiff cotton shirt. The pair of you craning your necks to the side to get as much distance as possible. 

It didn’t help the situation that Nick filmed the whole thing with his black camcorder. Together neither of you could look at the camera, both too embarrassed to be in shirt made for children when you guys were old enough to know better. For crying out loud you were 15 and still physically abused each other. 

“Look at how cute these two are.” Goose was looking through the viewfinder on the camera while laughing his ass off having the time of his life. 

This would have never happened if Bradley didn’t knock into you. Discreetly you gazed at Bradley with utter disgust, and he was already looking at you. “Stop looking at me.” You grumbled. You were already planning your revenge, perhaps shaving his ugly shaggy hair when he was asleep. 

“You stop looking at me.” Bradley feuded back, pinching your arm, his finger nails sinking into your skin. “Watch your back, phlemwad. Start wearing a belt because you're not safe.” He muttered just so you could hear, pinching you a little harder. 

“Ow!” You yelped. In self defence, with your other hand that was in the T-shirt, You slapped Bradley’s stomach. 

“Mom she just hit me!” Bradley was a tattle tale since day one. Always quick to run to mommy when he was the problem starter. You didn't care though as you delivered a hard kick to his shins where everybody can clearly see your assault. “Fuck you!” Bradley yelled out, bending forward in pain. Since you were trapped in a shirt together you fumbled forward too. 

Carole, who hated Bradley cursing, scolded him. “Watch your mouth Bradley!” Despite being forced into a shirt to get along and being videotaped, the two of you still fought. To get back at you Bradley shoved you with his shoulder making you stumble, which wasn’t a smart idea since you took him tripped down with him.

You could tell by the way your mom watched she wanted to laugh. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” 

“This clearly isn’t working” Carole rubbed her forehead stressed out by the teens that could not work their differences aside. 

“No but, it's funny as hell though.” Goose smiled. When your mom had you, and Carole had Bradley they presumed their kids would be best friends and maybe even date each other at some point. Clearly that wasn’t happening any time soon. 

“We have to put an end to this.” Carole looked at him. Nick’s eyes brightened, having another phenomenal idea.

“Bradley, if you give the sweet girl here a little kissy, you guys are free to go.” Nick's grin grew wider. This was punishment for you guys but for Nick it meant his favorite show was on. 

Bradley scrunched up his face at the thought. “I. Would. Rather. Die.” He emphasized every word.

“Good because if you kissed me I would probably get warts.” You fought back, the parents were now fully entertained and didn't want to deal with the pair any longer.

“Come on Brad, just a little kiss on the cheek and you both are free to go,” Nick reasoned with his son but Bradley didn’t think that was fair.

“Why do I have to kiss her? Can’t she kiss me?” 

“No, because she's a girl, and you don’t wanna be a wuss Brad.” Nick got an elbow to his side from Carole but it only made him smile, while he kept filming. Bradley furrowed his brows weighing out his options. As he was about to quickly peck you on the check you turned your head to look at him, and his lips were on yours for half a second. Bradley looked at you, horrified while he heard his father teasingly say: “Wow there Brad, don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

Bradley quickly got out of the shirt as you stood there blushing. “Ewwww!” All 3 parents were laughing their heads off. Technically Bradley just stole your first kiss. 

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Now both of you are older and engaged. You two were going through Carole and Nick’s attic, sorting through boxes they no longer wanted or needed. In one of the boxes Bradley found the symbolic t-shirt of your past. Bradley showed you the white ‘our get along shirt.’ making you both burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Try it on!” You eagerly demanded, taking a seat on the dusty floor. Bradley began to unbutton Hawaiian shirt, showing off his body that was a work of art. You couldn’t resist looking at him fondly because before he used to be much skinner and pale, and now he was jacked and tan. Bradley pulled the shirt on and by himself he was big enough to fill out the stiff cotton shirt. Together you were laughing so hard, like Goose and Carole so many years before when both of you were forced in the shirt. 

Bradley let out a sigh after laughing. “Wow fits me pretty well now huh?” He stared at the words written in sharpie in amusement.

“Yeah can't fit another person in there anymore,” You stared at your fiancé in pure astonishment, that after all the fighting and bickering both of you were starting a future together.  

“Uh yes it can, this shirt was made for two.” Bradley walked towards you, getting on his knees and stretching the tight shirt over your head, your nose brushed against his chest before your head fit through the neck whole. All grown up, your heads were closer together than last time. Besides the tight squeeze the only difference was that you both wanted to get into the shirt together instead of being forced in it. 

“Aw come on, just a little kissy Bradley.” You playfully quoted the iconic video.

“I’ll give you more than a little kissy.” Bradley growled before crashing his lips on yours.

After that I think Bradley would unironically wear the shirt under his Hawaiian shirt lol and would be very upset if anything happened to it

[wcters]

IS HE PROPOSING OR . . . ?

pairing: will lenney (willne) x fem!reader

summary: is he proposing or did he just take you to your dream vacation spot?

request: i beg for more willne there's not enough of anything with that man. love your writing!

warnings/contents: swearing

author’s note: love you guys sm 😚, i did this as an smau but also might make an imagine about in the future so lmk if you want that !!!

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user1 why is will so upset in the last picture 💀

↳ yourusername we had to get up really early and he’s grumpy is he doesn’t get his beauty sleep 😔

willne that picture paints me in a bad light and i will be suing

user2 you must be so excited !!!!!

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[astrotruther]

Astro placements that remind me of the 'archetypes' in Robert Greene's Art of Seduction

The gist of the book is that there are 9 types of people who attract our fancy, and if you look back on your past relationships, you may find that at least one of these archetypes had you in a chokehold. I've noticed certain placements embody these archetypes quite well. So let's get into it!

🧜‍♀️The Siren

Intense, all-consuming, irresistible. This is the kind of person who pulls you in just by existing. Their energy is sensual, they play with desire, and there's no hiding the fire behind their gaze.

Venus in Scorpio or Mars in Scorpio: These folks ooze mystery and magnetism. Venus or Mars here practically commands intense eye contact, a stare that feels like it's looking straight into your soul (and maybe reading all your secrets 👀).

Pluto in the 1st House: They have that come hither aura without even trying. Their presence is just heavy, dark, and intriguing.

Lilith aspects to Venus or Mars: Lilith knows how to channel that raw, primal energy that people can’t look away from.

🕶️The Rake

A flirt and unapologetically so. The Rake is playful, passionate, and knows how to make someone feel like they're the only person in the room. They thrive on thrilling their “prey.”

Mars in Aries: Direct, passionate, no games. Mars in Aries dives right in and doesn’t hold back, which makes people feel desired AF.

Venus in Gemini: Flirty, playful, always has the right words at the right time. They’ve got charm in every text, every look, every smirk.

Eros in the 3rd House: Eros here gets off on mental stimulation, knowing that once they can engage your mind, they can get you anywhere else too.😏

💐The Ideal Lover

Romantic, tender, understanding. They know just what you want and give it to you. There’s an aura of "I was made for you" about them that feels very movie-like.

Venus in Libra: Literally the ultimate lover. They’re charming, attentive, and all about creating harmony in love.

Neptune in the 7th House: They radiate dreamy, fairy-tale love vibes. It's a magnetic quality, and people project all kinds of fantasies onto them.

Psyche in the 1st House or conjunct Venus: Psyche brings an intuitive understanding of what people need emotionally, making them feel deeply seen.

🎭The Dandy

Unpredictable, a little bit of both masculine and feminine energy, and oh-so-daring. The Dandy doesn’t fit into any one box and totally thrives on that.

Uranus in the 1st House: Think uniqueness and uncontainable vibes. They attract attention without even trying and aren’t afraid to stand out.

Venus in Aquarius: Experimental in love, unconventional, and so full of quirks. They might dress edgy, embrace their quirks, and draw people in through pure originality.

Mars in Libra: Balances both masculine and feminine energy perfectly. Their way of pursuing people is soft yet firm, and they’re never boring.

🌱The Natural

Effortlessly cute, innocent, and unassuming. They have this way of making everyone around them feel at ease and seen. They’re playful without trying too hard, which gives a refreshing sense of authenticity.

Moon in Cancer or Venus in Cancer: They radiate warmth and gentleness. People feel safe around them and are easily drawn to their nurturing vibe.

Venus in the 5th House: This Venus placement is playful and creative, attracting people through sheer joyfulness and a love for fun.

Ceres in the 1st or 7th House: Ceres has that caring, supportive energy that makes people feel genuinely seen and loved.

🕸️The Coquette

They play hard to get, with a bit of push-pull energy. They leave people wanting more and keep others on their toes. Coquettes are experts in creating mystery.

Venus in Virgo: They might come off reserved at first, but their attention to detail and small gestures make people feel special.

Moon in Scorpio: They keep their emotions under wraps, drawing others in by only showing glimpses of their deeper self.

Juno in the 12th House: They’re commitment-focused but mysterious about it, leaving people to wonder if they’ll ever fully understand them.

💃The Charmer

Smooth, sociable, a lover of people. Charmers win over others with their adaptability and attentiveness, making everyone feel like they’re the most fascinating person in the room.

Sun in Libra: Naturally sociable and harmonious, they know just how to appeal to people’s desires and make everyone feel at ease.

Mercury in the 7th House: Skilled at reading people and adapting to them. They know how to say the right thing at the right time.

Aphrodite in the 1st or 10th House: Aphrodite brings allure and grace to their public presence. When they walk into a room, people notice; they just want to look, like they’re drawn to a work of art.

🌟The Charismatic and The Star

Radiates confidence and star quality. They draw people in with the sheer force of their presence and charisma. This type doesn't even need to try—they just shine.

Sun in Leo: Confident, warm, and charismatic. Leo Suns love to be adored and know just how to work a crowd.

Jupiter in the 1st House: Jupiter expands their presence, making them seem larger-than-life and totally magnetic.

Pallas in the 5th House: With Pallas here, they’re strategic about how they present themselves, drawing people in with skillful, playful interactions.

✰ That's it folks! I hope you all can find your placements somewhere in there and feel empowered and confident in your charisma.

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III — GAMBARE, GAMBARE // In the world of crime and blood, Sukuna knows what's off limits. You certainly are one of those things and yet, he's unable to stop thinking of you.

contents: smut, little angst-ish in some places, mafia!au, unprotected sex, a hint of body worshipping, violence, mentions of death, subtle threats, reader discretion is advised — 3,2k words

a/n: third part, thank you so much for support guys! it means the world to me to see how INSANELY big is the tag list now. i literally love y'all~ ❤️ also, just as the first part got inspired by the absolutely menacing quote from our king, it only felt natural to include the famous gambare, gambare (do your best) into this one.

ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | masterlist

Sukuna prefers to think of himself as one of significant intelligence. Over the years, during which he ruled over the entire criminal milieu, he proved himself to stand atop of anyone who dared to even think of overturning his jurisdiction. All the exceptionally dumb bold ones that once wished to take the position of a boss from his hands had learned the hard way why troubles with Sukuna Ryomen are the least desirable fate of anyone who bears any volume of oil inside their brains.

It’s not only tactical or business intelligence that he’s priding himself with. It’s also the excessive knowledge about general rules of life that allowed him to comfortably push and pull the edges of what’s right and wrong, bending his own reality to his liking. Now it’s intuitive – he just knows where he can put more pressure and where it’s not worth his time. He knows what to bet his money on and what won’t realistically pay back. And most importantly, up until that point, Sukuna thought he can tell with his eyes closed which people he should consider crossing paths with, what men can be useful whilst he aims to reach his targets and which crowds he shouldn’t mess around with – for various reasons, most of which being just business and inconvenience. Same thing concerns women. Ryomen’s position works like a magnet and not a day passes by without girls, often way too young to even think of him, throwing themselves at him, led by fantasies of money and power veiled in the shades of love. If he wished, he could have a different toy every time the night falls and if he’d be just slightly less trained, he might have fallen for the temptation. But he didn’t.

Sukuna learned it from experience, not exactly his own, but of his pawns, that allowing random women in the proximity of their profession usually leads to catastrophes. Girls get persistent, they grow attached, they fall in love sooner than it’s even logical and then they threat, they blackmail; all of which eventually leads to their deaths because dealing with just barely adults that weaponize tears and screams is something he doesn’t allow in his circle. There were no exceptions, any man bearing similar power to Ryomen knows that there’s no place for romance in the world of death and bones, the one that’s stained in red and sorrow. If there happens to be love, it’s always of people from inside the criminal circle, sharing the same set of broken morals. Mafia should never tie itself romantically with civilians. Especially him, the leader, the menace that he is in the world of misdeed, murder and corruption, knew all too well why he should never, ever, even think of someone from outside of his tale as of anything more than one time plaything. That would be irresponsible, straight up naïve. It would be foolish. He knew all of that and not even once he felt any need to engage into any kind of relationship with someone that he deemed non-profitable to his general targets.

Then why the fuck he kept thinking of you? Why he kept seeing you after what was supposed to be a fun one-time fuck? Why did the taste of your lips and the sweet scent of your skin made him so completely addicted that he couldn’t focus on his own business without his mind wandering to the memory of you at least once an hour? He just liked your body, he told himself every time he thought of sending you a message. You were a good lay, it was purely physical. You did, after all, take his dick like you were born solely for this very purpose. He was meeting you only for sex and it was an accident that some of these meetings began with a dinner. All of the gifts he showered you with were just a form of payment for the service. Sukuna knew much better than to let his emotions take control of him.

“What’s on your mind?” Your quiet voice tore Ryomen out of the realm of his self-criticism. The tone that you spoked with was raspy, the testimony of the rough, throat-fucking he had used you for just few hours prior, and yet, it still somehow flowed with cottony softness, so characteristic to you.

“Nothing important,” he replied bluntly, lowering his gaze to where your face was buried into the broad muscle of his chest; your frame completely hidden in his own, much larger and stronger. It was another night you spent in his house, one of those that began with the reservation in one of Tokyo’s best restaurants that served traditional Japanese cuisine. You showed up in a dress made of dark olive silk, long enough to reach your high-heeled sandals and clinging to your shapes as if it was made to be worn over the divinity that was your body. The long, scandalous slit exposed one of your legs and the thin straps accentuated your shoulders and cleavage just perfectly. It was a dress that he himself bought and ordered to be delivered to you in an expensive box before that day. Now that very same gown was laying somewhere, discarded on the floor in the living room of his mansion.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re plotting my death,” you chuckled against his skin, the vibration of the act made him scoff because both him and you knew that the scenario you offered wasn’t exactly falling into the realm of fiction.

“If I were to kill you, I wouldn’t need to plot it. One bullet is all it would take,” he retorted with calm and despite any logic, instead of creating some distance, instead of running away you hummed at his statement and pressed your lips to the center of his chest.

You were way over fearing Sukuna and his world. The few months that you spend seeing him, you came to terms with the heavy weight of tragic fate that was now resting on your shoulders. It couldn’t end well, you shouldn’t tangle yourself with a man such as him, the path of your normal life should never come even close to the blood tainted one he was walking through. You should have never left the club with him and once you did, you should have run out his house the moment he gave you a chance. Instead of that, you stayed. That night, after the time of Ryomen’s pursue and the unfortunate event with Naoya and his gang, soon turned into two. Then just few more and then many more. The one-night stand evolved into continuous romance and though it was strewn with roses and intimacy, it came also with the realization that the more you see him, the less days you have left. There was no way for someone like you, an outsider, the mere civilian with no mafia bonds whatsoever, to be living a long life. Sukuna has enemies, there are people that want the power he holds and will eventually target you. That is, of course, if he doesn’t kill you himself over time – out of boredom or prevention. You knew a lot, he had told you more than he should.

But you loved him. You had seen him do some pretty dark things that would make most people’s eyes water, and in all honesty, it did the same thing to yours, but then, with you, Sukuna was always protective. You loved the way he always seemed to know just what you needed, the way he read you like an open book and knew just what to say or do to put you at ease. You loved the way he made you feel like the only woman in the world, how he made you feel beautiful, even on the days you felt like a total mess. He was a danger, a threat so deadly you shouldn’t play with it, he was a flame that you were bound to burn yourself on, but he was also the only person in the world you felt so safe around. Ever since you met, he had protected you. Even if his words were harsh and his own deeds rough, he never failed to envelop you in a bubble inside of which nothing and no one could hurt you.

“Oh, how much you’d miss me,” a certain sense of amusement hinted in the tone you used as the sheepish smile stretched your lips. Ryomen acted suddenly, grabbing the tiny thing that was your body and pressing your back to the mattress. His fingers wrapped around the frail of your neck; it wouldn’t take much of his strength to snap it and yet, you seemed rather comfortable with his grip secured around your airways. Over the time you managed to grow enough trust to know he won’t hurt you for no reason. Your lover was a man powerful enough, there was no need for seeding fear in you. You were also smart enough to differentiate the real danger from the playful acts. If Sukuna truly wanted you to be scared, you most definitely would be scared shitless.

“You think so?” His tone dropped an octave as he crawled above you; your bare figure now trapped underneath the weight of his presence. He got your legs between his initially, the heavy shaft of his dick rested over your lower belly as he shifted his hand from your throat down to cup your breasts. Your body seemed to never stop attract him, no matter how many times he touched and tasted it. You looked almost angelic in the dim light of that morning; the remnants of sleep still painted over your features and the only things that disturbed the innocence of your picture were the marks he had left on your plush, velvety skin. Red and angry spots that he sucked onto your flesh adorned the beauty of your frame, ultimately making you his own. “Aren’t you a little too confident?”

“I think I’m confident just enough,” you grinned playfully, smoothing over his hands, one staying on top of his palm on your breast and the other reaching up his arm to touch more of him. There was always a hunger lingering inside of you, you were never completely satiated and even if your body was utterly exhausted, you were always happy to take more. Sukuna made you feel ecstatic, like you were really his only one and though it was an illusion that you chose to believe in, it felt good to imagine yourself as his only care.

“And why would I miss you, huh? Aren’t you only a plaything for me?” The question he asked was meant to sound venomous but the sound of his voice betrayed the lighthearted intention. “Do you think I’ll blink twice when discarding you when I get bored of what you can give me?”

“I don’t think you’ll hesitate,” a chuckle once again shook your chest gently as you watched how Sukuna gently pulled your legs up from underneath him and brought one of your ankles to his face. The kisses he smeared along your shin were delicate, completely contrasting with the threatful impression that he was trying to make. He was worshipping you so openly, it made you blush every time. “But even though I know you wouldn’t think twice before killing me, I also think you’d miss me afterwards.”

Once the tender caresses finished, your calves landed on top of his shoulders as he leaned forward, squeezing a breathy moan out of you as he pushed his length into you to the very base of it, sliding on enough spit that it made the entrance easy. Ryomen learned your body through and through, he knew you can take it, he knew you’re always ready and eager to take him. Even if it’s early, even if it hurts. No matter when and where, if he told you to sit on his dick in the middle of a grocery store, you’d probably do just that and ask no questions. And yet, he knew where the boundaries are. Not once he pushed you when you were feeling bad. Not once he used you when you were not ready. The knowledge he now had about you came from observation.

“I think I would miss you,” he purred, his lips so close that they brushed against yours as he spoke. He’s got you in a mating press, filled to the brim with his bricked-up manhood and completely at his mercy. “You are addicting.”

“So keep me safe,” you whispered, cupping his face and chasing the kiss he was yet to give you. The request caught him slightly off guard. The pleading undertone made his heart clench; a feeling that he’s gone without for a decade at least and though he hated the odd sensation in his chest, he also couldn’t deny the warmth that spread throughout his body.

“You are safe with me,” the reassuring lie he followed with a heavy press onto your lips, sealing his words with his own tongue and silently promising you his protection. A vow that he wished to keep and yet, feared he won’t be able to. But now, it wasn’t important. Now you were here, in his bed, on his dick. Now there was just you and him.

Your dainty fingers found their place in his hair as he began thrusting into you. The new slick that combined with the remnants of the night made his movements easy as he dragged his hips back almost all the way out and then pushed back to the point of his pelvis clashing with the back of your thighs and your ass. The pace he set wasn’t fast. It wasn’t anything of what he’d most often pick, there was no violence intertwined into the melody of his hips. That morning it was sensual, it was deep and just rapid enough to stimulate every sweet spot inside of you. Stroke after stroke he was driving you crazy, he just barely started and already you felt yourself dripping. The filthy, wet sounds filled in the early aura and the muffled moans and whimpers accompanied them.

Sukuna allowed your legs to fall lower from where they were pressed against your chest and you hooked them around his hips. The newly earned access to his neck and shoulders you immediately used by allowing your hands to wander in the area, scratching his skin just to force a low purr from his throat. Every sound he made, you swallowed greedily as the kiss continued. Your tongues were dancing to the fiery rhythm of intimacy.

The coil in your stomach tightened all too quickly, you wished it to give you more time to enjoy what he was willing to give you but no matter how much you wanted your body to calm down, he made it absolutely impossible to achieve. Your veins were running with pure ecstasy and lust, the heated flurry that now was your brain was focused only on him, on the rhythm of his hips, on every sweet little lie that he whispered to you. Ryomen knew how to make you weak, he knew just how to angle his body to hit that one spot, the most sensitive one and you could feel him grinning against your lips. He knew you were close. The delicious squeezes that your cunt did on his girth were enough of a hint to notice and it gave him a sense of pride to be able to make you come undone so easily.

“Just few moments more,” he murmured and you nodded eagerly. Tears prickled in your eyes, gathering along your lash lines like crystals that he wished to kiss away, but was now too engulfed in the taste of your lips to part. His movements got quicker, just a little heavier as he began slamming into you with more force than at the beginning. Mornings tend to rid Sukuna from the ability to last – the ones that he spends with you in his arms, with your naked body pressed against his, unknowingly shifting against his dick for hours. That makes him unable to keep his composure for too long. Sometimes he feels like you strip him of all qualities that he once prided himself in, leaving him bare only to your eyes, with only the most primal needs exposed and he felt good with that kind of freedom.

“…don’t stop, oh god, ‘kuna~”, you were whimpering, arching your back underneath him and squeezing your little hands over his shoulders. “I can’t, I—”

“Oh, you can. Do your best,” Sukuna chuckled, teasing you with such impossible tasks. Your head fell back, your thighs were trembling against his sides and he could tell he’s losing you. You were far too deep in the realm of desire to hear his words; all of your world now came down to what you felt, to how you felt him and Sukuna loved your blissed out state. He loved the way he was the one to push you so far over the edge that you wouldn’t notice if the world was ending. But what he loved above that, was how you were gripping onto him; holding him tightly, pulling him closer as if you never wanted him to move away, as if he was everything you needed. And he was.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered against your throat, painting the skin over there with wet trails of kisses and new, red marks – the ones gentle enough to fade in a matter of hours. You moaned something incoherent. “Cum for me,” he allowed, not even sure if you’re registering his words. It had to be unconscious; the way your brain caught his voice between the blurry lines of everything else.

Your climax hit you like a rock; his name was slipping over your tongue continuously, so sweet and breathless that Sukuna was once again reassured that he never wants to hear anyone else calling him. Your walls were squeezing his throbbing length, he twitched and flexed inside you, groaning with satisfaction and before he allowed himself to come, he pushed himself up. As he sat on his heels, he pulled you with him; your body now on top of him and he used his hands to guide your hips up and down his dick. You wrapped yourself around him, finding a safe space for your face right where his neck connects with his muscular shoulder and all he needed to feel the bliss was the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin.

White seed painted your insides as he shot it as deeply as he could reach with you on top of him. Few more moves, few more groans and you could feel him relax. His strong arms snaked around your waist as he shifted slightly to lean against the headboard, straightening his legs in front of him. You stayed pressed against his chest, catching your breath and feeling the tension leaving your body as the morning went by. And as Sukuna held you so close to his heart, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that it felt so right and that made the question bloom inside his brain. Was it still strictly physical? Was it ever only about sex?

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[eccentricallygothic]

Sunshine

Pairing: Recovering Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Lab technician!You.

Description: As Shuri's top and most emotionally intelligent technician, you are the one Bucky ends up opening up to during his recovery in Wakanda… And then some.

Warning(s): Top Bucky, bottom reader, his vibranium arm, inexperienced reader, experienced Bucky, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, allusions to unprotected p-in-v sex, nipple biting, kissing, virgin reader, smut with plot, reader and Bucky like each other, brief mentions of his Winter Soldier days, age gap, teasing, humiliation, size kink, allusions to dacryphilia. Minors do not interact.

Type: Request by @imagine-all-the-fandoms, here.

Note: Can you tell I am obsessed with the arm?

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It was usual for Bucky's corner of residence to remain deserted. He was still relatively new to Wakanda and people had heard enough tales about his past life to not welcome him with too much hospitality. They didn't take too warm heartedly to outsiders as it was. And a former killing machine was… well, you guessed it. But you were not sure that Bucky really minded. Apart from the bond he had formed with you -very slowly and steadily, might you add- during his therapy in Shuri's lab, you had observed he preferred being by his lonesome and did not mind the isolation.

The more you found out about him, the more you reckoned he probably needed it.

That was the reason why you felt guilt nip at your cheeks when you heard some leaves rustle behind you and when you instinctively turned to see what it was, you found no one other than Bucky staring back at you. Momentary panic settled in your bones but before you could try and ramble your case and embarrass yourself any more, Bucky offered you a small and friendly smile. You had no idea what it was about him that made you all shy and mum because usually you were a very confident and forthcoming person. You were Shuri's top technician after all. But there was something about the way Bucky's blue eyes watched you, how they flickered down your face just momentarily at times, the manner in which his lashes flexed if he looked further down south, and how his tongue subconsciously swiped across his lips during a conversation sometimes. 

It spread warmth throughout your whole body.

… Like right now.

“The… stars are so bright tonight” you tried your best to mask the awkwardness with a casual amiability. What? Bucky made you feel nervous, alright?  

The male only hummed in agreement as he quietly took a perch beside you, letting his longer legs down the edge of the lake that ran behind his cabin and letting his now bare feet touch the water that everyone used for swimming and fun.

The two of you stayed like that for a little bit, Bucky had never been much of a conversationalist in all the time you had known him and it was always you who had to prompt him to speak or engage in casual talk or even a discussion. A content smile played at your lips while you gazed up at the stars. You liked his corner of the land. It was very calming and serene. Perhaps even more so than the rest of Wakanda. Or so you felt.

It was Bucky's corner after all.

“So… how's the new arm?” You nodded towards the black and gold vibranium arm that the lab had finalized after various meticulous precautions and measurements while giving him the best mental and even physical therapy possible all the while. Shuri had called in Bucky this afternoon to finally install it into the socket you and other technicians had built into his side. After one last test to see if his HYDRA conditioning really was gone for good, it had been you who had with the use of tender and nimble fingers locked the arm into place. It had been a rather emotional moment and you were the only tech Bucky had allowed to touch him. Since he had never been allowed any liberty in his past life, Shuri made sure you all respected the man's comfort first and foremost.

You could never have a problem with that. 

“Pretty good, actually” your eyes followed the glint of the moonlight bouncing off the bionic limb as he flexed his fingers and slowly twirled his arm for you to see. “More comfortable too” you were a nerd so it got you excited. And no, the fashion in which the digits of his new hand had stretched had nothing to do with it.

“Yes! Shuri actually wanted to use…” You began the technical ramble Bucky didn't really understand but didn't mind either. “I suggested we instead use…” And it wasn't sympathy humming either, you had learnt that the Soldier had retained his sassy side and if you were boring him out, he had his quiet ways of giving you a shut up call. “Because I knew that it would bite on your skin…” You hadn't realized just how close you had scooted into Bucky and the way you were cradling his vibranium arm and its various crevices while it laid in your lap until his hot breath fanned some of the stray strands away from your face. “S- So…” Your voice wavered from the hyperawareness all of a sudden, eyes flickering down to his lips before you could stop them and your no longer coherent words quivered. “I- I… she… we…” A breathless chuckle escaped him.

“Y/n?”

“Bucky?” You tried to focus and as a result ended up widening your eyes so much that you looked like a fish out of water. What? Straight A bookworms like you didn't enjoy the luxury of knowing their way around the sex of interest. 

“Shut up” his words were outwardly blunt but the tone in which he said them, the half smile which made his lips handsomely droop to one side and the manner in which he leaned in soon after stopped you from getting offended just in time. Though you couldn't really visualize yourself getting mad at him anyways. 

“Okay, Bucky” was all you were allowed to blurt out before his pleasantly soft lips pressed against yours. You whimpered into his mouth from how tender the kiss was and how delicate he was about it. You had no idea what you were expecting and if you were even expecting something, but something so soft coming from a man with a stature like Bucky's, you were taken by a pleasant surprise. The kiss was warm and meaningful.

… But way too short. 

You gasped once you came to your senses and realized the gravity of the situation. You were kissing Bucky fucking Barnes! The kiss had been rather brief– too brief, but it had also felt like an eternity at the same time due to how your brain had declined you of its service.

Bucky was taken aback by your gasp and now a guilty panic began to mar his handsome features. “I… am sorry…” He wasn't as inexperienced as you but there were generations and years of lack of practice between you two and self doubt began to fill him. “I–” you vehemently shook your head when he began to back away.

“N- No! No, no!” You repeated desperately. “No, Bucky!” You finally had him after months of secret wondering and longing and you were not about to let it go. “No!” So you leaned in yourself this time and hurriedly pecked his lips before pulling back a little to look at him to see if he was still comfortable with it. The next kiss you pressed to his lips was admittedly one that caused for guilt to knot up in your chest because his expression had been difficult to read and in case he didn't want to take this any further, you needed to feel him one last time. 

Bucky wordlessly kissed you again and you didn't give him a chance to back away this time. And after that it was a passionate tussle of your hands and lips pulling and sucking down at one another until you were both undressed in Bucky's bed, tangled together. 

Bucky's vibranium fingers cupped the side of your face as he put his hot tongue into the kiss. You were laying down on your back in the middle of the bed and his huge form was bent over you, one knee pushed between your legs. The man knew how to kiss and he certainly knew how to eat, it was clear from how his tongue pressed against yours before it went to explore the rest of your mouth. The way he swirled it around your own sent heat and shivers down your abdomen and straight to your core that had begun to pulsate when you were still outside. 

“Tell me, doll,” his guttural voice made you moan into his mouth when he let his bionic fingers trail down the side of your body before they found a hold in the soft cut between your hip and torso. “Did you fantasize about me touching your pretty body like this when you used to ‘inspect’ the arm, hm?” You blushed severely. Bucky knew a slut when he saw her. Even the shy little inexperienced ones like yourself. He was twice your age and had ten times more experience. 

“B- Bucky…” You felt called out as your ticklish palms -courtesy of his stubble- began to moisten up from the shame his words made you feel. 

“Are you really gonna deny it?” His voice was low and sexily lewd. That tongue of his did the sexy thing again where he ran it along his flush lower lip and your thighs quivered in response to the visual. “Because I've seen the way you used to look at it… The way you looked at it today…” Images of him flexing his fingers as trial from earlier today appeared before your eyes and you couldn't help but wonder if you would feel them tonight. Or how they'd feel if one was to get lucky with him. The thoughts made you want to tighten your thighs against one another, only his knee hindered your wishes. 

“Bucky…” It was a whine this time and he chuckled. 

“Aw, what is it, huh baby?” He hungrily kissed your lips again before he pulled back just enough so he could be audible but not so much that the spit string between your mouths would break. “Tell me and I'll give it to you” you surprised yourself by placing your hand over his and eagerly pushing it down towards your aching pussy. Bucky snickered. “Is that what you want, pretty girl? My fingers in between these sexy little legs of yours?” You sheepishly nodded but said nothing, rolling your hips from the surge of lava his deep voice was causing in your loins. “I am sorry, baby. But this won't do” he clicked his tongue as he pretended to pull away. 

“W- What?!” Your imploration was unintentionally loud. “Why?!”  

The coral of his eyes had become so much darker than when he had first kissed you. “Because you must use your words for me first” his body weight rested on his elbow as he stroked your face with his right hand, speaking in the tone of a man addressing a child. “Tell me what you want” his metal fingers kneaded the tender flesh of your hip as his lips pressed against you in a series of pecks. 

You softly pouted. “B- Bucky!” The whine you let out was accusatory in nature. Because he knew exactly what you wanted. 

“Aw” he mimicked your pout. This man was so different from the recovering sunshine you had known before this night. The disparity caused for a drop of hot arousal to bubble past your opening. “Would you look at this pouty little thing here?” His thumb traced the shape of your bottom lip before he pressed it down with the tip. 

“P- Please…” He was being so mean. It embarrassed you. But it also added to your arousal. 

Bucky was making you work for it. 

“I know, baby. I know…” He pressed kisses along your jaw in consolation, metal fingers coming up to toy with the swells on your chest. “Pretty things like you aren't used to putting in much work, are they?” Well, no. Simply because this was the most action you had ever gotten. But it made your pussy throb nevertheless. “Well, that's not how things work around here, baby. You gotta tell me how you want me first” you whined past the thick bile in your throat but Bucky did not relent, instead choosing to intently watch you until you caved to him and your need. 

He could do that for the rest of eternity anyways.

“F- Fine…” Your voice was a begrudging whisper once you realized there was no way out. 

“‘Atta girl, go ahead…” His voice was a much agreeable velvet. 

“N- Need you…” You cleared your throat since you were barely audible. “Need you, Bucky” your back arched in shock and a whimper escaped you when you went to place your smaller hand on his bionic one to guide it to your pussy only to him twist your nipple that he had been fingering at the very last moment. 

“I am sorry, what was that?” The clamber in his breathing rate signaled that he had heard you loud and clear. But he just wanted to be cruel to your dignity. 

You were on the verge of tears. “Need you, Bucky!” Before you forced his hand down your body again. “... D- Down there!” The lower part of your abdomen was thumping like it did when you had first discovered the state of arousal. 

“Down where?” You felt like screaming at the tease in his tone.

“Y- You know where!”

“Do I?” 

You hissed. “Down there!” You made him cup your pussy. “Here! Right here!” Your breath quivered at the feel of the metal brushing past your sensitive petals. “B- Between… between… Ah!” Your blood curdled at the wanton moan you let out, surprised by your own ability to make such a sound. 

“Oh, so you mean this cute little pussy, huh?” His bionic digits finally spread themselves over your needy core and your mind nearly melted out of your ears. 

“Y- Yes!” You breathily admitted, flinging your head to the side as you gripped his shoulders from the sensory overload, your hardened nipples grazing against his hairy chest. 

Bucky tutted like the teasing asshole he was. “You gotta say it, baby” his fingers squished their way between your pussy lips and the feel of the textured digit running down the stripe between them had you shuddering. “Say it properly. Tell me you need me in this cute little pussy of yours” when you whined in protest, he licked a stripe on the side of your mouth and then sealed it with a hot kiss. “You can do it, pretty girl. You're already doing so well for me” his words had caused you to make a puddle of warm white liquid on his bed. But Bucky didn't seem to mind. “Come on.” 

“N- Need you in m- my…” Your throat dried out and your voice remained absent until Bucky hummed in an encouraging manner and dipped his head between your head and shoulder to pepper kisses along your sensitive throat, metal fingers flexing over your pussy in a rapid, circular design. Your smaller body quivered under his, knees buckling up to press into his sides from the sensitivity of it all. “Need you in my c- cute little pussy so bad– oh!” Your back jerked itself straight when Bucky's middle finger found its way into your weeping cunt all of a sudden.

“Sorry, whose cute little pussy?” His friendly smile had any intentions but.

“M- My cute little pussy!” Your toes curled at your own words.

“See, baby?” His teeth that were busy marking you his grazed against the soft skin of your neck. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?” 

“Oh, Bucky!” He scooped you up against his chest with his other arm and crawled with you until your head was on his pillow and he was hovering above you. Your lips were parted and your balmy pussy was tight around his finger that fucked in and out of you as a steady pace. 

“I think we have ourselves a problem here, doll” Bucky rasped as he tickled your clit with thumb, adding another finger to your opening. You were so wet that despite the tightness of the band, the metal digit slid right in. 

You couldn't help but rock your hips against his hand, your own stroking his arm that rested on your torso while he played with your nipples. “W- What problem?” Any volume above what classified as whispering was impossible for you in your lust dumb and still shy state.

“Your pussy is too tiny for me” and that night you lived to learn that he was right. 

Minutes– no, hours had gone into Bucky opening you up and preparing you for his girth, shushing and consoling you with kisses and praises before your taking. Though you had been insistent that he not stop what he was doing because of how good it felt, tears and snot had admittedly been spilled. 

But the way his thick cock had filled you up to the brim so completely, the manner in which all its crevices had pressed against your tight velvet walls, the fashion in which his tip had created for itself a sensitive spot deep up your cavern, the affectionate and intimate style in how Bucky had snaked his vibranium arm around your form to hold you close against him while his hips had done their eventually brutal work and the length of his cock had rapidly fucked in and out of your stretched out cunt, your fingers tugging at his dark locks whilst his mouth marked you everywhere he desired, the pleasure you felt from the sting his mouth produced, and the bobbing of your knees which lay atop his against his sides… the orgasms had been loud and many. 

Though when the two of you exited his cabin the next morning and entered the line of sight of your employer who was both surprised and impatient by your being late to work for the first time ever, the mangled expressions of passion from the night before were present on neither of your faces, content smiles having replaced them.

You had high hope it was going to stay that way.

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