#I am cringe but I am free I wouldn’t want to be any other way

[saturdaymournings]

I just remembered who I am

[prophecyofwinter]

Se Rĩna Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | II

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys, wishes to go back.

Tags | Slowburn, TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed, tags to be added.

Authors Note!: I am so sorry for not updating in a while! Finals season happened back in May and I haven’t been wanting to do much since. I am back now tho! I will be releasing chapter three tomorrow at 11am EST!

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Masterlist

Chapter II | Bastards and Brothers

You were set to arrive in the port of King’s Landing in just a few hours. To be back on solid ground would be a gift from the gods themselves. Sleep escaped you, only being able to catch up in small intervals. The bed was itchy and bumpy, the blankets while silk didn’t add much comfort and they slipped and slid all night long.

A bang knocked at your cabin door, startling you before you realized it was Vaegon making sure you were awake.

“Fuck off! I can barely sleep and you are not helping!” you screamed at him through the closed door.

“We will dock in a few hours, get ready! Do you need help getting ready sister?” Vaegon said very boldly, you could hear the smile on his face.

You cringed at the idea of Vaegon helping you with anything of that sort, you swear he has some kind of sick fancy for you. Perhaps he’s more Targaryen than you in some ways.

“You can jump off the ship and see how deep the water is…” you said under your normal tone, turning over in your bed to hopefully get a few moments longer.

“What was that?”

“Leave!!”

——————

An hour passed by and you had given up on sleeping and committed to getting up for the day. This was one of the biggest days of your life, that being said, you were taking it pretty slow.

Taking your time with your hair and makeup, making sure it was enough to look your best but not to make it look like too much. Your mother had taught you how ladies in King’s Landing did their make up. Having grown up around Prostitutes and other people of that sort, how you had done your makeup made you feel naked.

For your hair you managed to put together delicate braids and wrap them into a bun in the back of your hair, allowing the rest of your hair to be free and rest as it pleased.

Once you had gotten to your clothes you ran into a small problem. You couldn’t get into your dresses without assistance, your mother had been the one to tie your corsets and must have forgotten to tell you how to do it yourself.

You were stuck with lots of pretty dresses but no way to put them on. Your eyes dragged across the room and fell on the chest with your dresses from Essos. Ones that flowed freely with nice and airy fabric, the dresses that made you most comfortable.

You couldn’t call anyone in to assist you and most certainly not Vaegon. Ugh. All the people on the ship were men, you had no other woman to assist you.

Your first appearance couldn’t be in an undone untied dress…

Opening the dark wooden chest you dug in search for a certain dress. There it is!

You pulled out a deep red dress made of airy semi-sheer fabric. The top started with a choker that split into two pieces of cloth that covered your breasts but leaving an opening in the middle for cleavage. An intricately designed gold belt holds it together leaving the rest of the dress to flow freely as it pleases. Golden arm bands added on as accessories of course.

While you are sure this dress wouldn’t go over as well as the other dress you had. There was no way you could put on the westerosi dress by yourself!

Once you have gotten yourself fully ready, you hear shouts from above from the crewmates indicating you will arrive any moment now. You take a few moments to look yourself over, straighten the skirt of your dress out, and check for any imperfections in your makeup.

With a final huff you open your cabin door and attempt to exit but are interrupted by your brother standing directly in front of the door, making you shriek and jump back.

“What is wrong with you!” You spit angrily at Vaegon. You could deal with this behavior in Volantis where he was constantly busy with training and hardly ever around. Now he’s gonna be able to breathe over your shoulder at all times and sniff your hair or whatever the fuck he does.

“I have to escort you sister, you never know who may lurk about.” He says with no reaction to your piercing shout. He steps out of the way to allow you to move ahead of him as he trails behind you.

Silence hangs for a few moments as the two of you walk throughout the ship to get to the deck. Vaegon brakes the silence abruptly with his invasive question-statements.

“I thought Mother told you not to wear those clothes anymore.”

“It seems I am wearing them anyway.” You replied blankly and walked at a slightly faster pace.

“If you needed help with the corsets I am more than obliged to-“ before Vaegon could finish you stopped in your tracks and whipped your body around to face him with a sharp finger.

“There will be none of that! I am to be legitimized and wed! I will not allow you to ruin any of this for me, you keep that tongue to yourself or I will ship you back to Volantis without it.” You growled through gritted teeth.

Without giving him a second thought you turn right back around and all but run to get up to the deck without your brother.

—————

Aemond began his day as normal, waking far earlier than any sane man. Had an easy breakfast of bread with berry preserves, assorted cooked meats, and a cup of wine. However mentally, his mind couldn’t fit another thought less it breaks out of his skull.

“You’re having me what?!” Aemond said with his mouth agape with shock.

“I didn’t have a choice in the matter, Aemond! The letters were already sent and replied to by the time I found out!” Alicent attempted to calm Aemond but he shook himself out of her grasp.

“You would have me wed a bastard from Volantis? What, just because one Targaryen left to become a whore?” Aemond couldn’t believe that his father somehow managed to condemn him even further.

“I would have never orchestrated this. But, everything is set and there is nothing to be done. This is your duty now Aemond.”

Aemond barely had time to prepare himself for basically the first day of the rest of his life. He never knew how he would marry, or even if he would marry at all. His meekness as a boy never allowed him to interact with girls his age. His disfigurement made it so potential marriages wouldn’t even be considered because he scared the daughters.

Against his morals but, a blind marriage to this woman that hadn’t the faintest idea of him maybe was his only option.

Alicent knew a thing or two about Y/N from being around Targaryens for most of her life.. She did tell him of her beauty, as beautiful as her mother. That her mother denied any and all propositions made toward her daughter, certainly a virginal girl.

Her father is unknown, as it goes for most bastards. However, her father seems to be present in her life despite his lack of physically being there. Between the wealth of her mother and father, the girl doesn’t want for anything.

Still, it goes against all he’s been told his whole life… Her being a pure-blooded Valyrian may help him forget who she is socially but only in the moment. Legitimized or not.

At the same time he couldn’t help but worry what she’d think of him. He could imagine the look of disgust turning into fear into disappointment. When he beds her on their wedding night, would she even look at him?

—————

You have to wait for the boat to fully settle into the dock and it is the longest minutes of your whole life. You can see the clearing of guards with their silver armor shining from the sun above. A carriage behind them, no doubt holding Prince Aemond inside. If you had lost it mentally maybe you’d jump off the ship, but for now you must go the proper way off.

Unfortunately, Vaegon has found his way to the deck of the ship. Taking his place behind you, you knew it was him based on the clanking of armor and the feeling of eyes burning into your back.

“I’ve heard Prince Aemond is a rather good swordsman. Even better than you brother. Though… that’s not much of a competition.” You laugh to get under his skin.

Vaegon had constantly worked for years on his swordsmanship. Never seeing much of real battles himself but practice is practice.

As children he would pretend to be a mighty knight with a wooden sword. Occasionally the brothel worker your mom had to look over you two would pretend to be a princess that needed to be saved. Of course you were the only princess he wanted to save… you cringed and shivered at the thought.

“You are very funny sister. Maybe I shall duel him and blind his second eye hm?” Vaegon leaned closer to you to whisper into your ear.

You only clenched your fists and held your head higher, the ship being fully docked and ready for you to step down. But you couldn’t let him get the last word in.

“Cunt”

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[twistedinthreads]

Lost In The Labyrinth

Part 1.

You came to Oxford to get away from America; from your mother's fame and the ghosts of your past. You get more than you bargained for when you meet Felix.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: sexual content (not explicit but it's there so 18+ MINORS DNI), I used some descriptors for reader such as scars, birthmarks, imperfections, but I made her as inclusive as possible, reader is American, she's also a nepo baby but isn't using her nepotism in any real way. Bi!reader and Felix. fic title inspired by the taylor swift song, of course (and I am terrible at titles!)

Playlist (a work in progress!)

A/N: I am so insecure about this reading back over it omgggg but I'm posting it anyway! Hi friends. I've been working on this for so long, and I'm recovering from my surgery so I figured there's no time like the present. Here we are. I am obsessed with this movie and this man! I promise this fic is gonna get more interesting, but we've got this for now. Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist, and feel free to send me asks if you want to talk about reader and her lore, because she is very special to me and I adore her already!!!

Your eyes droop as you hum along to the nameless blonde that stands in front of you, her sparkly pink cocktail dress catching the light and making her glow. She’s going on and on about how Everlasting Eve is her favorite movie of all time, and how your mother is “the greatest actress of our time!” You want to vomit. It’s not like this doesn’t happen, it’s practically a daily occurrence at this point, but you’d much prefer it if people stopped giving so much of a shit. If they did, you wouldn’t be stood with a bottle blonde from Bristol talking your ear off. You’d just stepped out to get some air, for Christ’s sake. 

“You’re from the States, right?” You nod, sipping at your cocktail and bouncing from one foot to the other to conserve some warmth in your legs. She asks it as if she hasn’t been talking your ear off and didn’t notice your accent, not as thick as it used to be when you’d lived in New York full time, but still foreign here. The music is less obnoxious out here, bass easing on your chest. It’s cooler, too, the fall night air brushing against your neck like a lover. “That’s brilliant! I went with my parents once, when I was a kid. We went to Disney World.” 

You smile and nod, muttering out a “cool” as you sip at your drink, cringing at its strength. 

“Is that far from where you live?” She asks, and you wonder how she got into this fucking school. Probably a legacy, with more money than she knows what to do with.

“Uh,” you suppress a laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, like… incredibly South of New York.” 

“I’ve always wanted to go to New York,” she continues to babble. “My parents go on business trips there, but they’ve never taken me. I want to see where Little Angels was filmed! Uh, Lincoln Square Park?”

“Washington Square Park,” you correct her. 

“Yeah!” She snaps her fingers and points. “That’s it! When your mom’s character is waiting there for Hugh Grant’s character, and then they walk off into the sunset together? Absolutely the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen!”

You stare off into the distance vacantly, the night sky painted with different navy hues and dotted with the brushstrokes of stars. 

Suddenly, you feel a warm arm around your waist, hot breath on your cheek. “There you are!” You’d know that voice anywhere. The figure kisses you on the cheek and it takes everything in you not to start grinning from ear to ear. You turn, meeting his lips, and he plays along like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I’m gonna head home, wanna come with?”

You nod, thanking him with your eyes. He winks gently at you and grabs your hand. “Nice talking to you…” you’ve already forgotten her name. Her tone has completely shifted, body stiff as her eyes mull over you and the man that holds your hand with a vice grip. 

“Sandra.” It’s cold, but you keep your own voice chipper. 

“Sandra! Nice to meet you,” she’s in your college, so you’ll have to be cordial. “See you around?”

She just nods and lights a cigarette. 

As you walk away, one of Felix’s hands around your waist and the other holding your own, you look up at him. “Thank you so much. Holy shit. I was about to lose it.”

He lets out a low, intoxicated chuckle. “It’s what I’m here for, darling.” Uses his fingers on your chin, tugging lightly to kiss you hard on the mouth. He pulls away and you chase his lips, planting one more kiss on his mouth, this time softer. 

“Your room or mine?” You ask, to be met with a smirk as he grabs your hand and leads you across campus. It’s a path you could walk with your eyes closed, the muscle memory of so many nights embedded into your body by now. 

His room is all red carpet and wood paneling, empty takeout containers and beer cans and ashtrays strewn about. His bed is unmade and his textbooks are all over his floor, but it hardly matters when he’s kissing you like you’re the only person in the fucking universe. 

Within minutes, you settle back into a familiar routine. Clothes shed, completely bare to one another as you grind and writhe on top of him, hands on his toned chest. He’s gorgeous with his mouth open in ecstasy, labored breaths escaping it, eyes closed and clenched, hands rested on your waist as you move above him, a renaissance painting. You’re moaning too, tempering your whines so that the sounds don’t travel. The moon paints the room in subtle, cool light and the pleasure makes sweat bead on your brows.

“Missed you,” he manages between moans, voice heavy and breathy. “Missed this.” 

“It’s been like, two days,” you let out a chuckle, and it fades into a moan as you grind your hips again, trying not to scratch his chest with your manicured nails, though you doubt he'd mind too much.

“And that’s too long,” he replies, and you lean down and kiss him, open mouthed and messy and euphoric. 

When it’s all said and done, you lay naked beside him while he smokes a cigarette, arm laced around your bare shoulder, your head rested on his. It’s bliss, something you’ve begun to ache for all the time. “Really, thank you. That girl was driving me fucking insane.”

“That scene where your mom’s character and Hugh Grant ride off into the sunset together? Immaculate.” He mocks the girl, a surprisingly good impersonation, and you both belly laugh. You wipe away bits of red lipstick from his mouth and grin delicately at him. You know you’re not the only girl he’s seeing, not even the only girl he’s fucking, and it wedges something vile and dangerous in your heart. The words linger on your tongue. You want to ask, want to know, and if you sound desperate? Well, so be it. 

“What is this?” You wrench the words out quickly, looking at your hands. 

“What do you mean?” He takes a long drag of the cigarette, letting the smell perforate the air in the room, turning it cloudy in its wake. 

“Us,” you murmur, and he runs a hand through your hair. “Like… I know you’re fucking other people, Felix. And that’s fine but… I just want to be clear on what this.” 

He looks at you perplexed, smashing the cigarette in the ash tray and turning on his side toward you. You mirror his motions, so the two of you are laying in bed, you practically on top of him due to its size, your hands under your cheek. “I’m fucking other girls? News to me.” 

“I see the way you look at them,” you murmur. “India. Annabel. That guy you study with sometimes… Ryan?”

“I’m not fucking anyone else,” he mutters, seeming almost offended at the notion. He scoffs before his next words. “I practically haven’t even looked at anyone else.”

“Fe-“ he cuts you off, a hand brushing over your cheek, holding it delicately. 

“No,” he starts. “I know I have a reputation or whatever,” he waves his free hand around. “But I genuinely haven’t been seeing anyone else since we started… this.” He gestures between the two of you, and you can sense that he's lying, but it hardly matters. 

You’re almost self-conscious as his eyes rake over your body; so self aware of every little imperfection, every feature. The birthmark on your hip. The way one tit is just a bit bigger than the other. Your crooked finger from when you broke it playing volleyball in ninth grade. The gray hairs you’d been noticing popping up recently. 

“You’re the prettiest fucking girl at this college,” he says your name before kissing you sweetly. “Don’t want to look at anyone else.” You know it’s a lie, considering the fact that he does look at other girls, and often. It’s almost like you can’t bother to care, though. Your head is all floaty and tears are burning your eyes. 

He climbs on top of you, kisses down your chest, down your stomach, makes sure to take his time kissing that same birthmark you were so insecure about minutes before, your inner thighs, before finally landing where it matters most. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful, yeah?” He looks up at you with those gorgeous eyes, the earnestness in them making your heart swell up. In this moment, it’s not the same Felix that made you cry last week because he told you you needed to get your own friends (you have plenty), or the Felix that ignored you at the pub to talk to Annabel, causing you to storm out and ignore him for three days until he realized. 

Sometimes, he doesn’t care if you come, and he doesn’t clean up after himself, and sometimes his words bite, and last week he made that insensitive comment about your friend with depression. But you think you might love him, and it feels like enough. 

After, he asks you to stay with him. You laugh languidly, tears brimming at your eyes from how hard. He kisses you, soft and slow, the moonlight seeping into the window and painting the carpet with light; it looks like a lone puddle of blood in a sea of blackness. 

When you wake, it’s nearly noon. The sun beams through the curtains and you shield your eyes, trying to move underneath Felix’s strong grip. He’s got a hand wrapped around your thigh. Your leg wrapped around his waist while your arms are, slightly pained from the uncomfortable angle, folded around his neck. You regret moving your face from its spot in his chest, wanting nothing more than to occupy his space for as long as possible. 

You can’t bear to wake him, his eyelashes fluttering ever-so-slightly against his face. You smile, tuck yourself back into him, and feel his breaths come out relaxed and steady. The tranquility doesn’t last long, though, and you watch as his eyes flicker open. “Good morning,” his voice is raspy, his saccharine accent accentuating every word with posh sweetness. He kisses your cheek and gets up, your eyes meeting his bare ass. “I should go shower, you cool to stay here?” He asks as he gathers his things. 

“I need to go,” you also get up, searching around for your undergarments and your uncomfortable cocktail dress, pulling the blue, beaded garment on without much care. “Sundays are study days with June.”

You slip your uncomfortable heels on, wincing at the blister you’d developed last night but didn’t notice until now, and kiss him on the cheek as you leave his dorm. 

The trek across campus has you nearly limping in pain, as you kick your shoes off the second you make it into your room. You gather your shower gear, thankful for your own bathroom and the warmth of a long, hot shower. It’s almost painful to wash his scent off of you, but you know you’ll be seeing him again soon, and let your floral body wash cleanse you and your sore form. 

Before you get dressed, you grab antibiotic cream and bandaids from a drawer and tend to your blisters, throwing on a pair of slip-ons to avoid even more pain. 

And as you go to study with June, your mind is far from Shakespeare; it rests only on Felix, Felix, Felix. 

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒

Derek danforth x gender neutral reader

Summary: Derek think it’s a good idea to have some fun with you during a council meeting.

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Warnings: Boss x advisor relationship. no use of Y/N. Very filthy smut. Humiliation. Keep in mind that I haven’t watched the movie. It’s been so long since I posted anything here so apologies if it’s cringe and mediocre.

3704 words in total.

“Come and sit in my lap.”

you looked over to Derek, who was sitting in his big and comfortable chair beside you. You raised your eyebrows.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Derek grinned at you, patted one of his thighs. “Come sit in my lap.”

you looked away from him, towards the double doors at the other end of the hall that should be opening any minute now to let in the members of the council.

“Derek, no. The council will be here soon.”

“So?”

“So, it’s unprofessional, and you have to focus. And, since I’m your advisor, it would probably be a good idea if I did too.”

“I’m the CEO . I can have you in my lap during a meeting if I want.” There was a slight whine to Derek’s words. you glanced back over at him and breathed a little sigh. The man was practically pouting at you.

“Fine.” You knew there was no denying Derek when he really wanted something. You stood, and before you could actually make a move to seat himself properly in Derek’s lap he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. you gave a small cry of surprise, founding yourself seated across him sideways, one of Derek’s arms around your legs, the other around your waist.

“There we go,” Derek breathed in satisfaction. He kissed at you’s ear, then ran parted lips over your jawline. you shivered a little.

“Derek, now isn’t a good time.”

“The council’s not here yet,” he argued.

“Yeah, but- mm…” Derek had quelled your protest by putting his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to accept his tongue, letting out a quiet moan. You were very glad that the table wasn’t made of transparent glass. What was happening wouldn’t be overly obvious to anyone unless they would bent down on purpose, and people made sure not to look at you for too long unless they wanted to end up fired like it happened weeks ago to a man you now completely forgotten.

Though, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by it. You wouldn’t be able to take care of your urges till after the meeting, which would make the whole thing seem longer than it really was.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, tilted his head to kiss at your neck above your collar.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Derek, stop it.” Even as you said it, you were leaning your head back to give him better access. You just couldn’t help it. You were willing to give yourself to Derek whenever he wanted you.

Derek laughed lightly against your skin. “Yeah, okay, you.” He tugged on your collar with his teeth, and for some reason that drove you wild with lust. You groaned in frustration, grabbed at Derek’s face.

“Stop. Now I’m not gonna be able to concentrate,” you complained.

Derek lifted his head up and you let his hand fall to your chest. The CEO had a smirk on his face when he looked at you.

“That was the plan,” he told you.

“Bastard.”

“I know I am,” Derek said proudly.

you turned your head when you heard the doors open. You made to stand as council-members began to file in, but Derek’s hold on you tightened.

“No. Stay put.”

“You think they’re gonna take you seriously with me in your lap?” you asked quietly, turning your attention back to Derek.

“If I had some random person in my lap, probably not, but they know who you are,” Derek replied. “Why are you making it seem like it’s a big deal?”

“Because…” you trailed off, unsure of how to explain. Being this close to Derek made it hard for you to think about anything but him, about where you wanted him to put his hands, his mouth. You squirmed a little in a half-hearted attempt to get free. That didn’t help, only made you think of another, more enjoyable way you wanted to be moving on him.

“Hold still. Now you’re just being undignified.”

You know what? Two can play at this game.

you firmly ground your ass down against Derek, put your mouth to his ear. “Whatever you say, CEO. ”

Derek made a growling sound low in his throat, opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the members of the council.

“Mr. Danforth, we’re all here, if you’re ready to begin.”

Derek drew his head up. “Um, yes, I’m ready.” He tightened his hold on you, who was now looking at the council seated in front of you, determined to pay attention.

Your focus didn’t last very long. A minute or so into it, the hand that Derek had around your legs began to creep up your thigh. You glanced at Derek. Despite where his hand was going he seemed intent on the topic being discussed.

You tried to surreptitiously take Derek’s hand and slide it away, but you got your own slapped for it. Then Derek’s hand was back on your thigh.

Shit, Derek, not in front of everyone.

Embarrassed, you wanted to protest out loud, but Derek was in the middle of speaking. He palmed at you through your pants almost absentmindedly. you pressed your knuckles to your mouth to keep in any sound. A surprised little yelp made it through as Derek suddenly squeezed. The man looked to you, feigning surprise.

“you, do you have something to say?” He asked it politely, as one would ask their advisor for their opinion, as if the meeting were the only thing that was going on. Though, you knew that most advisors didn’t have their CEO ’s hand playing between their legs.

“N-nothing. Sorry to interrupt.” You had to school his voice into evenness as Derek squeezed again. You could feel his face going red. “Please continue.”

And, with a little nod, Derek did, seeming to pay no more attention to you. What he was doing with his hand said otherwise. He kept moving his hand through your pants and it took every ounce of self control to not buck into him. You bit at your knuckles, glanced at the council. They were all very pointedly looking at Derek’s face or each other, anywhere but at you. Some even had a slight pinkness to their cheeks.

Dammit, Derek, stop it.

His body was clearly negating that. You had to strain to keep your hips in place. You tried your best to keep any sound from coming out, but a small, needy whimper escaped you.

“Everything alright, you?” Derek asked, looking at you with complete obliviousness.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m-” Derek’s hand slipped under your waistband- “fine.” The word came out weak and breathy.

“You paying attention to what we’re talking about?” His fingers were now working torturously, moving slowly up and down.

“Um...” you felt angry and frustrated with Derek. Why did he feel the need to humiliate you like this in front of the council?

Right. He gets off on humiliating me.

“Uh…” What had Derek said the meeting was going to be about earlier? Granted, he’d told you while he’d been dozing after their usual morning romp. “Market conditions?” Your voice came out higher than usual, and you put your knuckles back in your mouth after you finished speaking. You shifted a little, planning on moving away from Derek’s hand, but your body had other ideas, instead moving into it. You gasped a little. You were sure that his face was the reddest it had ever been.

You were afraid he’d gotten it wrong and Derek was going to use that to humiliate you further, but he just nodded and looked back to the council. They continued their discussion, and you didn’t hear a word of it. All you could pay attention to was the way Derek’s hand moved with agonizing slowness. It set you alight with pleasant, maddening arousal. You dug your teeth into your knuckles, groaned quietly in frustration, hoping Derek wouldn’t call you out on the noise.

Derek rubbed his thumb in the right place. You released a moan into his hand before you could stop yourself or try to lower the volume of it. You squirmed a little in both embarrassment and want - need . You needed more . The councilman who had been speaking faltered for a moment, and you could feel your mortification digging a hole into you, but then the man continued, very clearly ignoring you. You still couldn’t help feeling like everyone in the room was staring at you. Though they were trying their best not to look at him, they knew what Derek was doing with his hand.

Then Derek stopped moving his hand altogether, just held onto you, and it was driving you crazy much faster than the slow movements had. Your breaths came hard as he fought with himself to not move. Sweat beaded at your temples.

After a minute or so, one man of the council stood, as if to leave. your chest swelled with relief.

“Um, perhaps we can discuss this later, sir,” he said. “You seem preoccupied.”

Please, Derek, just agree with him. you almost said it out loud.

“No, we’re not done yet. Sit and we’ll continue.”

You whined out of pure desperation, then instantly regretted the sound, though it had come out against your will. Surely everyone had heard it.

“Well, then your, uh, advisor-” the man paused and cleared his throat, looked to the floor for a moment, clearly uncomfortable- “seems preoccupied.”

Derek looked to you, winked at you, and he responded with a glare.

“No, they’re fine.” He began moving his hand again, ever so slowly, and you wanted to cry out of anger and frustration. You hated that Derek was tormenting you like this, wanted for him to dismiss the council so the both of you could do whatever you pleased.

The man sat back down, eliciting a whimper from you. You’ll have to suffer longer now.

Yoh paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the meeting, didn’t even bother trying to. The way Derek was touching you just felt so good. You tried your best to remain still and quiet, but the occasional quiet moan would slip out with a shift of your hips. By the time the meeting was drawing to an end, you were shaking with restraint, face and neck heated scarlet, sweat dripping down the sides of your face.

You let out a huge breath when the last council-member left and the door closed behind them. You sagged against Derek.

“ Ah… Oh gods, Derek, don’t do that!”

Derek bared his cock to open air, he was stroking it faster now with one hand while the other was taking care of you. Clutching at his hand, you were now moaning unashamedly. You wanted to cum, could feel that he was close to it too.

“Don’t do what?”

“What you just-!” you couldn’t finish, pleasure stealing your ability to speak. You became a mewling, writhing mess against Derek. Yes, this was what he wanted.

“Cum, baby. Come on.”

You sobbed with relief as your climax overtook you. Pleasure burned with sweet, hot release through your veins. You arched into Derek when it hit it’s peak, tightening your grip on his hand. The sensation drew the tears you have been holding back from your eyes.

Then it was over and you sagged against him. You wanted to rest against him for a moment, but Derek was pushing you down onto the floor before you could recover.

“Knees,” he ordered.

And before you could really process what was going on or what he was doing, you found yourself kneeling between Derek’s legs with his cock ready to be taken care of. You sucked him ravenously as he wanted it. Derek moaned and threaded his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. That’s it.” He applied pressure to your head. “Now choke yourself on it.”

You did so without hesitation, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose, though it was difficult with it pressed right against Derek’s pelvis. Your throat calmed after a few moments, and one of Derek’s hands stroked praisingly over your face.

“You want me to bury myself in you like this?”

You bobbed your head up and down in a nod like you were supposed to when Derek asked you such a question. The movement had the CEO gasping and tugging at your hair.

“And are you gonna cum for me again?”

You nodded, pleased with the moan it brought from Derek’s lips. That meant he was doing your job as his lover well.

“Now up. Undress for me nice and slow.”

You did as you were told, standing and beginning to slowly pull your pants but not before glancing back at the door behind you. You bent down and took off the expensive shoes Derek gifted you (one of the many gifts he gave you ever since your relationship started). You kissed and suckled the head of Derek’s cock before taking care of your shirt.

Here you were now, standing naked in front of the CEO , who let his eyes roam over you though he has seen you like this a thousand times.

Derek ran a hand reverently up your body, starting from your thigh and tracing his fingers up over your abdomen towards one of the many hickeys he had left this morning. He rested his palm over the mark, your pounding heart.

“You’re hot,” Derek breathed. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Before you could respond, he grabbed at your waist and yanked you forward. There was enough room on his big chair for you to place your knees on either side of him and straddle him. You were pressed against Derek and he sighed at the pleasure of it, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Derek’s left hand grabbed at your neck, his right brushing fingers over your lips. You knew what he wanted, so you opened your mouth for him, let him put three fingers inside. You closed your eyes as you did it, moaned around his fingers as if you was enjoying it. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked at them, didn’t stop even when Derek pushed them farther into your mouth and choked you.

“ Shit .” He let go of your neck, instead ran his hand over your back, over the once-smooth skin that was now puckered with countless hickeys. He groped at your ass and you moaned again, this one born of need.

Derek pulled his fingers from your mouth once he was satisfied that they were properly coated in saliva.

You gave a satisfied cry as one finger pressed into you, curved your body into it. You wanted Derek so badly it was nearly painful. His mouth was parted in heaving breaths.

Derek dipped his tongue into your mouth, pulled it back, and did so again. You tried to latch onto it with your lips but Derek wouldn’t let you.

“Use your words. What do you want?” He curled your finger inside of you, brushing that spot.

“Ah!” you arched into the touch, opening your eyes to meet Derek’s gaze. Lust burned in the CEO’s eyes. “I-I want you to kiss me.”

“Mm, what else?” He slid in a second finger.

“Want to ride you,” you gasped out. “A-and make you cum.”

Derek circled his fingers to open you up and you closed your eyes again to revel in the sensation. You wiggled yourself backwards onto those fingers. You would have continued letting your pleasure be known, but Derek silenced you with his mouth.

Derek kissed you as he usually did: like he was trying to eat you and suck out your soul. You loved it and tried to kiss back with the same passion, though you knew you could never match it.

Derek pulled his mouth away from yours, brought it down to suck at your throat above the collar. you tilted your head back, and Derek slipped another finger into you.

“ Yes”

“You like that, baby?” Derek rumbled against your neck.

“ Ungh , yeah.”

“More formal,” Derek commanded.

“Yes, CEO .” You gave a small cry as Derek bit at your neck, and part of you loved the pain of it.

“You want my dick?”

“Y-yes, CEO.”

“How badly?”

“So, so badly,” you whined. You rocked yourself on his fingers, a demonstration of what you’d do on his length. “I need it. Please.”

“You need your boss’ dick?”

“Oh gods, yes!”

Derek licked across your jawline and you moaned loudly at the action. You clenched your muscles around Derek’s fingers.

“Please, please, Derek.” He writhed desperately against him “ Please. ”

Derek chuckled against your neck, and you swore you almost climaxed from the sound of it, the vibration of it against you, the scratch of his beard. He nipped at you and you shuddered.

“Derek…” he pleaded.

Derek ceded to your begging and withdrew his fingers. He barely gave you time to take his cock and position it correctly before he was driving you down onto it, so fast that it hurt. You let out a pleased cry as it filled you.

“Oh gods , you!” You yelled, Derek going to grasp at your hips. For a moment neither of you moved, just basked in your connection, your heaving breaths mingling together. you felt Derek’s mouth near yours and you kissed him hard as you began rocking yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth, accepting his tongue when he shoved it inside. You sucked on it gently, using one of your hands to grab at Derek’s hair.

Derek used his hold on your hips to control your pace, forcing you to move slower. you loved and hated it, loved how it let the pleasure simmer inside of you, but hated how it wasn’t the ferocity you were craving. Though, with Derek you’d get that at some point.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, lowering his head to kiss at your collarbone. He moaned against your skin, pressed his lips to you in an honorary way.

“You happy now, darling?” Derek asked. you could feel him smiling.

“More,” you gasped out. You couldn’t hide that he was greedy when it came to sex, and there was no point. Derek was the one who had made you like this.

Derek’s teeth grazed your hardened right nipple and you whimpered, curved your chest into him. Derek complied with your wish, biting down hard on your nipple and working it with his tongue.

“Oh gods, Derek,” you got out breathlessly, the pain of his teeth shooting pleasure all over your body. You tried moving your hips faster, but he tightened his grip till it hurt, fighting against your movements.

“No, you. Slow for now, okay?”

“O-okay.”

Once you agreed, Derek brought his attention to your other nipple to reward you. It felt so good you wanted to cry, a small sob escaping your lips. You clawed at Derek’s chest with one hand, the other still with fingers twined in his hair.

After sucking quite generously on your nipple, Derek brought his head up, kissed you briefly. His grip loosened on your hips.

“I’ll leave the lead to you. Let me see what you want.”

“Yes, Derek.” you were relieved to be allowed to do what you wanted. You put your hands on Derek’s shoulders to steady yourself, used your legs to move over his cock, raising yourself up and then slamming back down. The sound of slapping skin only aroused you more. Derek’s moans sent goosebumps on your arms and sent pleasant tingles through you.

“My cock is good enough to make you cum.”he growled.

“Ah shit! Yeah, baby, right there. Move just like that. Move just like that for me.”

Derek cursed profusely as you moved on him voraciously. You pounded pleasure into his nerves, and it just built in intensity with each movement.

After a minute or so you were reaching your end. Pleasure roped violently through your body and you shouted. You didn’t stop moving though, knew that you weren’t allowed to truly be finished until Derek was. You rode through your climax and past it, the sweetness of it reaching a point that was unbearable. You sobbed, tears in your eyes, your insides throbbing and oversensitive, but still, you kept on.

“Keep going, baby. You’re doing great,” Derek encouraged. “You’re doing so well.”

You slowed your movements, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t, Derek.”

“Yes you can. Faster. I’m almost there. Just a little more, come on.”

You knew you had no choice but to obey him, didn’t want to face the consequences of not, and picked up your pace again.

“That’s it, love. Good job.”

It hurt in an almost delicious way, like forcing yourself to eat something that was too sweet. You wanted it at the same time you didn’t, the feeling of Derek inside of you just too much to handle.

“You’re doing so good. So good. Come on. Come on . Almost there, almost there. Agh! That’s it! Yes! ”

you sobbed loudly at the sensation of Derek finishing inside of you. It was too much for your body to handle. Once it was over you made to move off of him, your legs already trembling in the mid air, but Derek held you there with a grunt.

“No. Stay.”

“But-”

“Stay, just one more second.”

You gave up, sagged against him, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Derek stroked a hand over your sweaty back.

You felt a hand stroking your face.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Anger suddenly hit you at those words. The gall of Derek to ask if he was okay, the audacity.You opened your eyes, planning on snapping at him, but you saw the smile on your face and the anger melted away. You smiled back.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You lifted your head, pecked Derek on the lips. “Better than okay.”

“Good, ’cause I have to fill you in on that meeting.” Derek’s grin turned devilish. “It wasn’t actually about market conditions.”

“Oh, you son of a bitch.” Despite your words, you laughed, and Derek joined in.

[gigisriley]

wait people say charpim is toxic or that they wouldn't work out as a healthy relationship??? im so confused is this just angst being grafted onto them or is there a valid argument to be made here?

Im new to the smiling friends fanbase btw and mostly am a lurker that seldom comes by to see fan content lel

first off, WARGGGHHH thank you for the ask i’m literally SO excited to answer!!!

rambling below the cut!!

i’m in two camps on this one. I think charpim in its CURRENT state definitely wouldn’t work. BUT Pim is definitely the kind of person who has the capacity to help Charlie. Pim is a very affectionate guy, and he’s open, honest and sincere. Hle’s very genuine, compassionate and beyond kind. In other words, he’s *exactly* what Charlie needs. Pim can make him better.

Charlie isn’t a bad guy. He’s far from it, actually. His whole job revolves around making people smile, even if his goal is a paycheck and not that fuzzy feeling you get in your chest when you make someone’s day better.

But he’s a very flawed guy. In Charlie goes to Hell and Doesn’t Come Back, I remember reading somewhere that Micheal and Zach wanted to originally make Charlie vape in the beginning, but the studio wouldn’t let them. So they settled on energy drinks. Thats why The Devil says “I can quit my addicted vices whenever I want”- this is supposed to be a moment of realization for Charlie. He can see himself in The Devil in that moment.

In Erm, The Boss Finds Love? Charlie literally gets shitfaced at the wedding. Even as he walks into the break room the next day, he says “I can’t keep doing this. Something’s gotta change, brother.” in reference to his hangover. He’s unhappy with where he is, and he recognizes there is a problem. But he doesn’t do anything to fix that. In the alien episode, both him AND Pim get shitfaced.

Charlie also instigates fights. In both Charlie Dies and Doesn’t Come back and the alien episode, Charlie’s the one to stir the pot. When they go looking for a tree to chop down, Pim keeps a level head and calm voice. Charlie’s the one who raises his voice and takes the axe to the tree. Charlie instigates thus fights with the dudebro aliens, literally egging them on. He’s so caught up in this that he literally elbows Pim in the face.

Plus, you never want to get into a relationship with someone under the notion that you can “fix” them. More often than not, people don’t change. It takes a MAJOR life event or some kind of trauma for someone to change. And Charlie, in the face of LITERALLY being given a second chance, continues to drink, instigate fights, and give in to his addictive vices.

In his current state, Charlie would definitely be the ‘toxic’ one in the relationship. He’d instigate fights, come home drunk out of his gourd, and he’d hurt Pim emotionally. Whether or not he’d hurt him on purpose is up for debate. Pim would overexert himself trying to keep them together, and fall apart. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.

Charlie needs to change if they’re going to work. He needs to get better. THATS why I think they wouldn’t work, at least not yet.

At the end of the day they’re just silly little guys in a cartoon about Friends Who Smile so i’m probably reading WAY too much into a guy who looks like a peep. But oh well. To be cringe is to be free.

(ID LOVE to talk more about this—- if anyone has any comments on this or disagrees, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know in the notes. i like talking about my silly little pink and yellow middle aged men)

[urm0o0m]

"You Belong To Me"

Synopsis: You were in a cult. A cult that was led by Geto Suguru. Although some people wanted to leave and others just lived, you were die-hard. You’d do anything this man said. If he told you to jump, you’d jump and touch the clouds. Suguru noticed this and decided to reward your “good behavior” as you were also at the age where you had to get married and bear children.

Content Warning: Cult ideations, Impact play/slapping, fingering, riding, sorta brain rot, edging, Virgin reader!, begging, praise, degradation, crying, marking 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

You suck in a deep breath of air, trying to steady your hands. You stood there, in front of these two big wooden doors dressed in a version of Oiran attire. White face make-up, extravagant hairdo and accessories and your best kimono paired with the wooden sandals that boost your height. You push open the door to see your leader, Geto sitting on the ground on top of a mat. You walk into the room, the door closing behind you. You bow your head, sitting down opposite to him.

“y/n” Suguru says and your face grows hot. “Yes My Lord?” A smirk plasters itself on his face. “So you’re at the age where it’s time for you to marry and bear children for the sake of our beliefs” You swallow and a frown makes its way onto your face before returning to a smile. You couldn’t see yourself with anyone, let alone give birth to children. “I suppose so My Lord” Geto smiles at you before saying “We will be sure to find you a suitable mate” Your face cringes at the sound of being married.

“What’s the matter y/n?” Suguru asks. “Nothing My Lord” You say, head hanging low. Geto’s hand reaches for your chin before pulling your head up, his eyes locking with yours. “Do you not wish to be married? Did you not vow to give your everything including your body when you became a part of this family? Didn’t you?” You swallow again before nodding. “Is it that you believe you are too good for any of the men here? That you-” “N-no My Lord I would never-” His hand grips your jaw. 

“Do not speak out of turn again.” You nod. “I bet you believe that your body is a temple and that it belongs to you and you only. But I hate to break it to you but your body belongs to me. Am I understood?” You nod. “Speak” “Y-yes My Lord!” Suguru rises and helps you stand as well. You stand before him and you feel your kimonos bow being loosened, the clothing falling to the ground. Geto takes his clothes off and you finally realize how goddamn sexy this man is. 

Your eyes begin trailing down his body and you finally see his hard-on. You almost begin drooling at the sight of his cock. You haven’t seen a guy's penis before but you know that his size is not average. Geto looks like his erection would split you in two if he put it in. Hell, you don’t even think it would fit. Geto grabs your hand, guiding your naked body to the futon that resides on the floor. The raven-haired male lays you down, his lips finding yours.

 As you both kiss, tongues dancing a sinful dance, his hands begin to roam your body, fingers dancing upon your skin before they reach your thighs. Your thighs finally part, allowing him to reach your core. “God y/n. Your fucking soaked” You blush, looking away. “I’m going to treat you properly. I might even make you my wife for your obedient behavior” Those words go straight to your cunt. Now you have to show off and do your best for him. You wanted to be his wife after all. 

You were the only person who you thought really deserved him. But if he didn’t feel the same and married you off to someone else, you’d do it. You’d bear your husband's children. All for the sake of your esteemed leader. Before you realize it Geto’s finger slip inside of you, causing you to moan out. His free hand covers your mouth. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you moan like a slut? If someone came in here and saw this you’d be ruined. You wouldn’t be married. Imagine that disappointment to your parents” 

You swallow, nodding and he smiles, his fingers curling up and pressing into your g-spot. You groan, trying to keep your noises to a minimum. You whine before feeling your back arching up. God you felt so embarrassed with how fast you were coming undone. You never even came this fast when you touched yourself but it’s just something about his touch that made you feel like you were losing your mind. Your breathing becomes shallow and your legs start to shake when Geto pulls his fingers out of you. 

“Already going to cum? I haven’t even been fingering you for ten minutes pretty girl” You whimper before saying “P-please~ Don’t t-tease me My Lord” Suguru slaps you before saying “I’ll do whatever I please. Who are you to stop me?” You groan before saying “I-I’m sorry My Lord! You just m-make me feel so good” He smiles, his fingers going back to working your g-spot. Your eyes begin to water as you try and hold in your orgasm. “You’re not allowed to cum. Not yet. I want you to hold it, baby. Just a little longer then you can cum all over my fingers”

Your legs begin to shake and your back arches. Tears slip from your eyes as Suguru’s free hand rubs against your clit. Your nails dig into his muscular forearm, leaving small marks in the shape of little crescents from your fingernails. “I-I don’t think I can hold it anymore! Please just let me cum for you!” Suguru chuckles against your neck. “Come on, beg a little more. I like it when you beg” You groan, trying to keep your composure and try not to focus on the overwhelming pleasure ripping through your body. 

You find yourself grinding against his finger and  he slips them out of your cunt again and you whine. “Didn’t I tell you to beg for it y/n?” You swallow, nodding your head. “I mean if you don’t want to cum then-” You shake your head. “N-No! Please My Lord I…” Your voice trails off. You can’t believe you were going to say something this lewd. “P-please let- let me cum for you My Lord. Let me make a mess all o-over your fingers!” Suguru laughs before slipping his pointer and middle fingers back inside of you, his thumb adding pressure to your clit.

Your eyes widen as you feel your orgasm growing closer and closer, Geto momentarily edging you making the feeling that much more intense. You groan out, trying to stifle the noise of your moans somehow. Suguru’s hot breath tickles your ear as he whispers. “Let go. Let go and cum for me my pretty obedient whore” Your back arches off of the futon and your orgasm washes over your body. 

Geto takes a moment to absorb this moment. The look on your face. God, He could look at you forever. Your tear-stained cheeks; flushed out face; chest rising and falling. Suguru slides his fingers out of your cunt, inserts his fingers into his mouth, tasting your ecstasy. Without warning, Geto pulls your shaky thighs apart without needing to use much force and he aligns himself up with your slit, causing you to panic slightly. Suguru takes notice of the panic engraved into your face.

“What’s the matter?” He inquires softly. “I-I’m not… I don’t think it’s gonna fit” You say, rather anxiously. “I’ll go slow at first, let you get used to it. Or I might not. All depends on how tight your pretty pussy is” You shudder as Suguru’s tip pokes at your hole, causing you to pull away slightly but his grip on your waist holds you in place. “Just relax Doll. As long as you keep still and let me put it in, I’ll make you feel really good. Alright?”

 You shudder as his tip pokes at your hole. Geto slowly slides the head in, causing you to immediately tighten around him. “Relax your body, Love” Suguru says, as he stops himself from moving anymore. You relax, but that doesn't make it easier for him to push inside of you. Suguru begins to grow impatient, completely bottoming out inside of you, tearing your hymen. You scream out, body convulsing as you find yourself unable to focus on anything but the pain. Geto places his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams and whimpers.

“Shh. It’s okay baby. You wouldn’t let me in so I had to” He says, his fingers stroking the side of your face. Geto’s hand then trails down your body, reaching your clit and slightly rubbing it. The mixture of pain and pleasure causes you to see stars. “S-so good~” You whimper, as your chest rises and falls rapidly. Suguru groans, trying not to pick up his pace. Although due to the tightness of your cunt, it slowly weakens his resolve.

You find your hips slightly bucking up at the feeling of his tip slipping into your cervix with each thrust, practically knocking the wind straight out of your lungs. Both the pleasure and small hints of pain that had begun to fade from the original intrusion began to fade, leaving only pleasure in its wake. You knew his cock was ruining you. Your cunt would be stretched out to fit him and only him. Your eyes momentarily roll to the back of your head and Suguru grabs your throat, forcing your eyes to assume their normal position.

His fingers grips the sides of your throat, watching as your tits bounced with each hard thrust.  Your breathing grows heavier, paired with your quivering voice as you whimper out “P-please!~ I wanna c-cum for you Sir!” Geto releases your throat, laying down and pulling you up, allowing you to ride him. This position made you feel so full. With your hands grounding you on his chest, you found your hips moving on their own, bouncing up and down, the lewd sounds from your ass hitting his thighs.

You moan, biting down on your lip as you try to keep quiet but good God. Geto’s dick was hitting all the right places. You don’t think you’d be able to cum the same way. Not after this. Your cunt begins to squeeze around him as your orgasm begins building up again. Your fingernails begin to dig into his shoulders. Suddenly, Suguru’s hands grip your ass, holding you in place and fucking up into you. Your eyes begin to water as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you. 

“Come on slut. I want one more orgasm from you” You begin to shake your head, not being able to focus on the hedonism that has clouded your mind. Truth be told you wanted another on, hoping it would be as gratifying as the last but you couldn’t seem to focus properly. Geto hips stop, leaving you frustrated and confused. “W-why’d you stop Sir? Am I n-not doing a good enough job for you?” Suguru chuckles before saying “Didn’t I tell you I want another orgasm from you? When I want something your top priority must be what I wish for. So what’s it gonna be y/n?”

You swallow before saying “I-I can try” Geto shakes his head. “No. That isn’t what I asked for. I want one and you will give me one” You nod your head before saying “Y-yes Sir” Your hips begin moving on their own, not giving him a chance to thrust up into you. Your cunt begins to squeeze around him, as you try to focus on the orgasm beginning to form between your legs. Geto groans before saying “That’s it. Now I just need you to cum for me, pretty girl.”

You nod, legs beginning to shake as the knot starts growing tighter and tighter. Your breathing begins to grow shallow as your hips begin to grind against his pelvis area, providing you with more stimulation. Suguru groans, as he tries to keep himself from moving to give you an opportunity to focus and create your own pace and to make yourself cum on his cock. “Mmm…’m gonna cum~!” You say, gradually picking up speed. “Go ahead. Take yourself there. I want to see how pretty you face looks when you cum on my cock”

You momentarily stop, pleasure taking over your body as you convulse, having your first full body orgasm. You try to lift off of his dick but Geto holds you down, refusing to let you go as his cock begins twitching inside of you. Suguru lays you on your back, slowly fucking into you as your body writhes in ecstasy.  After a couple of slow and deep thrusts, Geto finally reaches his own climax, growling in your ear, his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises in place of his hands.

Suguru slowly pulls out of you, watching your cunt grip around nothing. He sees his cum beginning to leak out of your cunt. Geto gradually slips his fingers back inside of you, pushing his cum back inside of you. “Don’t waste it whore. I was kind enough to cum inside of you. You should be grateful” You swallow, nodding as you can’t form coherent words just yet. Suguru chuckles.

“I think I might end up marrying you Doll. I might have to fuck you again some other time to make the final decision”

Word count: 2,274

Start date: February 12, 2024 3:49 PM

End date: February 23 2024 8;25 PM

[kestisvrse]

making up for lost time

pairing ⋆ harry osborn (ps5) x gn!reader. angst, fluff. crushing.

synopsis ⋆ harry comes to visit you after being m.i.a for a year.

warnings ⋆ cringe rizz, anxious, first time writing. | wc: 0.6k

everyone has those days were they wake up and can just sense somethings going to happen that day, and living in new york city with a literal superhero swinging around, the feeling was often correct.

today… today was different. it was like a pit in your stomach you get as a kid the night before christmas, the excitement of santa coming in your house to put presents under the tree kind of feeling.

which was odd, because it was around six now, sun almost set as golden hues set along the buildings of new york. unlocking your apartment door you huffed slightly, the anxious feeling for nothing ruined your day, filled you with paranoia.

setting your things down you head for the kitchen to grab any leftovers and plop down on the couch to watch a show to relax, but that moment of peace was quickly interrupted. furrowing your brows as a knock appeared at your door, setting your food back on the table and rising from your seat you shuffled towards the door.

unlocking the door you are met with harry osborn, a face you hadn’t seen in over a year besides the photos tapped in your room and in your camera roll.

he stood there grinning, auburn hair a little messy, like he had been running against the wind, the lightest freckles covering his face that could be missed easily, but you remembered them vividly. he wore a grey henley with a army green jacket, and before you could observe the rest of his outfit you were interrupted.

“i didn’t think i was that good looking” harry teased, you snapped your eyes up to meet his, your cheeks turning slightly pink from embarrassment

“harry.. hi” you muttered out

“hi” his giant grin faded to a small smile “i have a lot to tel- explain to you.” he said looking to his shoes, slightly shifting his weight onto one foot

you nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you to see it, stepping to the side for him to walk in. he looked around, admiring how well the apartment resembled you.

“mj told me” he turned around and furrowed his brows “that… that you weren’t in europe.”

“right” he cleared his throat, taking a seat on your couch

“i wish you had told me.. i know i wouldn’t have been able to be with you but it would have helped, rather than texting you every week.” he fiddled with his fingers as you sat next to him

“i’m sorry. i wish i had, but i j…just couldn’t” he replied, you nodded looking down at his nervous hands, reaching forward to grab onto one “i didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“it’s okay, i just… i missed you. you do look great though, by the way.” a lopsided smile appearing on your face

“i knew you were checking me out”

“you are ruining the moment” you giggled pushing him slightly with your shoulder, hands slowly weaving together

“i can’t say much, you are still as beautiful as ever” he flirted, a nervous smile appeared on your face as pink tinted your cheeks

“still such a flirt.” you hummed, he shrugged, “god i missed you so much” you chuckled, tears threatened to spill from your eyes just from the shock of it all

“oh please don’t cry” he brought a hand up to wipe away a fallen tear, “i’m here again. and i am healthy” you nod and smile at him, wiping away stray tears with your free hand.

“any plans tonight? want to have those silly movie nights we used to have?” you beamed

“i would be an idiot to deny such a request” harry joked, quickly admiring your features

you smiled at each other, just sitting in each others presence after a year had been taken away from you.

first time writing sorry its bad LOL

[vshushmshu]

sunkissed

the television droned on in the background, a rerun of some reality tv show that you couldn’t really care less about, draped across the couch while trying to keep yourself awake. you rubbed at your eyes countless times, trying to keep them from drifting closed while the smell of butter wafted throughout the apartment, but it only made your vision bleary when you blinked them open after. your sunny friend was flipping pancakes in the kitchen, humming along to a some tune he heard previously. he, in particular, had been fascinated by cooking for some reason, but you weren’t complaining since you got decent food for free.

well, it wasn’t decent at all at first. quite charred and gut wrenching, and the robot would’ve damn near cried if his metal face allowed it at how you heaved after trying his first project, spaghetti. he got better with time though, mastering a variety of dishes pretty quick. you probably shouldn’t be surprised considering he was artificial intelligence, but you had to admit you were proud. tired, with pockets near empty, but proud.

you didn’t realize you spaced out until you heard sun call from over his shoulder, “they should be done soon, friend. you might want to come on over!”

after taking a minute to process, you dragged your hand over to the general area where you chucked the remote, fumbling with the buttons to turn the tv off. using sheer willpower, you pushed yourself off the couch and slunk your way into the kitchen, greeting the ever-peppy sun. he swiveled his head around to look at you, something you would never stop cringing at, and sun seemed to give you an apologetic look before returning the greeting with the usual grin, hands still sliding a pancake onto your plate, “howdy there!! just in time for a sunny-patented breakfast, you are! and today, the pancake express is coming to town!! are you excited?!“

you sat yourself down at the table, that was more for decoration till you lugged the previously decayed animatronic in here one day, and laughed at his theatrics, “as always, buddy. who wouldn’t be excited for sunny’s patented breakfast?”

sun turned off the stove, lifting up the pan to place it on an unused burner while the other cooled, also picking up your plate of pancakes and placing them in front of you in one fluid motion, “good, you should be! it takes a lot of work to patent stuff, y’know?? especially a term as broad as “sunny’s breakfast”!! a nightmare really.”

he cupped a cheek that lacked any real dimension that he could actually cup in feigned exasperation, opening up the fridge to peek inside while you hummed, looking over your plate. the robot had lined orange slices along the edges of the stack of pancakes, cut up in neat slices, and it made you snicker at how stupid it was, “sunshine, do you want syrup, or something else?”

humming, you shrugged, reaching over for a fork, “syrup is good.. and some whipped cream, please.”

soon the items were placed in front of you, the animatronic sitting across from you as you spread each of them onto the pancakes, and then dug in. sun watched you with an idle smile, an elbow resting on the table to support the hand holding up his faceplate, with you stuffing your face for a solid five minutes before you spoke up after a swallow, “i swear sun, your cooking keeps getting better every day. these are scrumptious as fuck.”

if the robot could deadpan, he would, “you have a bad habit of swearing, friend. i am glad you liked them, though! you know what they say, practice makes perfect!! or well, perfect doesn’t really exist, since there’s always something you could improve. learning!!!! practice makes better!!!!”

you shoveled pancake down your throat, pausing to laugh at his exaggerated movements as he went on his tangent, “you will never stop me. and i agree, practice is good, and these pancakes are even good-er.”

he sighed something false, voice-box crackling at the edges of the sound while he plucked an orange from the plate and shoved it in your mouth, “you pain me, honeybunchkins.”

you cringed at the nickname while chewing, and the animatronic snickered as you took a moment of silence to chew before speaking up, “you’re one to talk, booboobear.”

another period of silence, only broken by the sounds of you chewing the last of your food before you cracked up, and sun followed. you banged a fist against the table only once before the animatronic slid his hand under it to soften the blow, pushing the plate that had rattled closer to the edge of the table back inwards. you shot him an apologetic look, and he only placed your fist gently on the table once more to run his fingers through your hair from where you had now rested your head on the table, chuckling still, “i don’t think we should start up that again. you remember how it ended, hm?”

your face grew warm, and you shot him a playful grin despite it, “yeah, but i don’t know if it was a win-win situation, or a lose-lose one.”

the sun put a proud hand to his chassis, beaming, “i believe we gained the upper hand in that instance!”

lifting your skull off the table, you squinted, and his hand left your head with a final pat, “well, i believe that this is just a roundabout way of calling me a loser.”

he swept your newly empty plate away to the kitchen sink, running it under warm water, “take it as you will, kittenwhiskers.”

you couldn’t contain a scream-cackle, “WHA- HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT SO CASUALLY?? AHAHAHHAHAH-“

sun didn’t really ever need help with the dishes, always uber-efficient as an animatronic should be, but you still took what little dishes he washed from the sink and to the dishwasher to dry. you weren’t sure why said animatronic never actually used the dishwasher for its intended purpose of washing dishes, but you didn’t care enough to ask, placing the last plate into the rack. he dried off his hands on a kitchen towel that hung on the oven door’s handle, turning back around to face you with a spin of his rays, “thank you, sunshine! ever the wonderful helper, you are!!”

you raised an eyebrow at him, wiping your own hands on your shirt, much to your roommate’s dismay, “you could’ve literally done that yourself, but sure, you’re welcome.”

the sun seemed to mostly ignore your comment, instead placing a hand on your back to gently push you out the kitchen, and more towards the couch once again, “yes, yes! now, i believe you need to do something, don’t you?”

a confused look overtook your face as he performed some elaborate magic trick to pull your phone from behind your ear, offering it to you so small in his outstretched palm, “huh?”

the animatronic leaned down a bit when you plucked the device from his grasp, the bottom of their faceplate bonking the top of your head, which put a smile on your face that slowly fell flat as sun spoke once again, “calling the doctor’s, remember?”

you made a face at the sleeping black screen in your hands, trudging over to flop onto the couch with a sigh while the sun followed, “oh, right.. but the gummies work fine, sun! i don’t need to call anyone!”

the robot sat crisscross on the floor in front of you, faceplate clicking to the right with an almost exasperated expression, “star, the gummies do not work. you wake up too soon for them to benefit much of anything. please.”

the nickname was something moon mainly used, and you looked back up at the animatronic, placing your phone in your lap. the nights where you couldn’t do much but stare into darkness for hours on end, occasionally strike up conversation with the bot keeping you company about whatever you thought of in the moment, blended together until you could barely recall what was when. you sighed, rubbing at your forehead, “fine.”

sun rays spun quick, the only warning before he basically tackled you, picking you up to spin you around with several bonks of his grin to your face, “hip hip hooray!! yippie!!! other celebratory exclamation!!!!”

snickers erupted from you, limbs clinging to find purchase despite knowing he wouldn’t just let you fall, “wh- okay, okay! it isn’t that big of a deal!! cool it, buddy!”

he sat himself on the couch, in the spot you were sitting just moments ago, keeping you put in his hold still while he grabbed your skull to keep you looking at his offended expression, “what do you mean “it isn’t a big deal”?! it’s a huge deal! i mean, this deal is ginormous!! humongous-!!”

sun paused at the deadpan of your squished face, his over-exaggerated expression breaking into amused laughter, “what i mean is…!”

you huffed as he paused again, seeming to search for the right way to word what he was trying to say, “what do you mean? it’s just medication. that i’m gonna have to talk to a person to get.”

the sun gave you vague finger guns while you adjusted to sit more comfortably, “exactly!! you’re making the effort to do all that to take care of yourself! good job!”

you squinted at him, but then simply resolved to lean your head on his chassis with a ‘thunk!’ that sun seemed to wince at, patting your back nonetheless, “sometimes it’s painful how cheery you are.”

he leaned over just a bit to nab your phone, that had been displaced somewhere further down on the couch in the display of celebration, and presented it to you once more, “it’s what you signed up for, friend! now…”

letting out a dramatic groan, you swiped it up from his hold to unlock it, already looking for the number of the clinic you were registered at, “evil.”

sun hummed as he rubbed at the skin under your eyes, grinning in amusement, “the most!”

[ moonkissed ]

[ryuichirou]

Replies

More repliessssss

Mostly talking about Rook, RookVil, Ortho and some other stuff (i.e. Jade’s eel penis).

Anonymous asked:

Based on your recent Riddle x Mob comic, I like to think it’s the gang in the beach Stich event. Azul, Jack, Ace AND Floyd?? Poor, poor Riddle, on the deserted island…hehe

The gang from that comic is actually just Heartslabyul students, but you are right: the Stitch event team absolutely should do something like this to Riddle. He is surrounded by the worst boys for a reason!

(Just in case: we haven’t seen this event yet, so I can’t comment on it yet)

Anonymous asked:

I hate that I’m terribly attracted to Rook. Especially crazy Rook. I want him to rip my hair out and eat it and set me on fire.

Be careful what you wish for, Anon, Rook’s always listening…

Anonymous asked:

Completely random, but do you think Rook would rather lock Vil up in a nice tower to keep him all nice and pretty and gorgeous?

Or would he rather set him out into the woods so Rook could hunt him down slowly?

Why not both? I think Rook would switch things around every now and then…

He is possessive enough to want to keep Vil all for himself, but at the same time, what is Vil’s beauty if it’s locked up like he is a pretty bird? No, the bird has to be free for its beauty to shine, or at least have some hope for freedom that wouldn’t let the fire in Vil’s eyes go out. Having him locked up in a nice tower would be great, and Rook would play around with this idea, but at the same time he would feel like chasing Vil and hunting him down is the best way to experience the beauty of Vil’s body and spirit.

He has a lot of interesting ideas in his sick little head lol

Anonymous asked:

I am officially going to call myself the "Snow Anon"

Since I my previous asks was about the Merman sex and the mating marking claiming ones ^^

So now I need to express my love for Jade and ask about any NSFW head canons I need to know the size and color of "it" for *research* purposes 👀

And also

I need to know

Would any of the characters be into any sort of roleplay when getting down and nasty ✨

You know this is an old ask because this is the first time the Snow Anon mentions their nickname… I am so sorry, Snow Anon! This is the previous ask, it’s been a while… It’s time to talk about the Merman sex and Jade Leech specifically again!

But I’ll actually start with the second half of your ask. I thought I’d write the list of characters like I always do, but as I’m thinking about it I’m realising that there aren’t really a lot of people in the cast that feel like they would roleplay… I might talk about this topic again in the future, but for now!

The ones who definitely enjoy roleplay when getting down and nasty are Vil, Rook and Ortho, but especially Ortho. Vil and Rook used to be more actively into this during their first year, there was a period when they do it almost every single time. Sometimes it would be something very dramatic and well thought-out, sometimes it would be something on a smaller scale, like a horny dialogue that doesn’t really have anything to do with reality. Rook is so incredibly happy that he got to make love to Vil in so many “universes” and so many scenarios~

I also like to think that there were times when Vil would get so invested in the improv part that he would actually forget about sex (why would his character want to suck this man’s dick now? doesn’t make sense, they have to have some kind of development or the impact isn’t there)…

But anyways, Ortho is also a little freak! He is so incredibly excited about being able to play all kinds of scenarios he has seen in movies, anime and hentai, and nothing will stop him. He loves starting a roleplay randomly, just to see if his partner would play along. Vil plays along sometimes, but also Idia is better at it than one would think!

In general, Idia considers any kind of sexual roleplay to be cringe, but it’s not impossible to get him somewhat invested in it. Ortho has done it before, and he will force Idia to do it again. Niisan is good at it, he shouldn’t be so shy!

Alright, other than these four… Ruggie would be willing for money but bad at it, Cater would enjoy it a lot actually, Lilia would be surprisingly great at it too. Neige? Maybe Neige would also be good at it… And Fellow too, hehe.

Bow let’s talk about the most important topic. To be completely honest, every time I draw the eel peen it looks different, but I feel like this Jade/Idia drawing had our ultimate eel peen… so I’ll share some thoughts about how I think it would work~

The length and the shape differ from merman to merman, but with these two particular eels, it’s 30-40 cm long. It will get longer though because they are not done growing yet. When it isn’t erect, it’s hidden inside their crotch area, which is normally completely flat.

It’s mostly white and has some greenish spots; it also isn’t fluorescent like the rest of their bodies, which means that one might spot an eel in the darkness of water, but the erect penis is always a surprise!

Eels are very slippery in general, but their penis produces even more slick. It’s incredibly slippery and almost impossible to hold in hand, which makes the owners of the peen the only ones who could control its placement and direction…

There are a lot of muscle inside the penis that makes it possible for it to not only slide, but also crawl inside the hole + move inside it in a lot of ways. Jade especially loves to move his penis in a 90 degree angle as much as possible once it’s inside the hole because it always makes his lover squirm and cry.

Both Jade and Floyd love to “hug” their lovers with their tail and spin when they have sex. Jade doesn’t spin as fast as Floyd does, but he also starts spinning very suddenly when his lover expects it the least…

There are “fins” on the penis that makes it look like a mini-eel, but those aren’t really fins. They add extra stimulation though + act like little hooks to make sure that the penis won’t slip out of the hole earlier than needed. When Jade does it, it’s a bit more painful than when Floyd does it.

The eel cum is very potent and thick. It might even become thicker once it’s all collected inside the body. It’s still liquid though, so once it’s out of the body (and the body is out of the water), it’ll fall and break into a huge puddle a little bit heavier than water, but then it’ll rise up if it’s not far from surface, otherwise it just dissolves before that.

[outro-jo]

new moon, new vibes

pairing: bang chan x gn reader

type: one shot

warnings: practicing witchcraft, mentions of deities, use of florida water, kinda spicy alluded at the end but nothing at all in detail… i can’t think of anything else 😂

notes: this is how i would practice but this is not a tutorial nor am i teaching you how to do things. if you want to practice witchcraft, please do your own research! this is just a self indulgent piece of writing and it is fiction 🫰🏻don’t come to me for questions lmao i’m sorry but i’m not a teacher. i just study for myself and incorporate things as i see fit. there are practitioners who teach, i am not one of them for my own idk… safety isn’t the right word bc like i’m protected but like mental health… i’m in and out of my practice sm it feels hypocritical to teach so just don’t ask 😂 i can give resources tho and google is ✨free✨ 🤍 also, i wouldn’t really request another one of these. the new moon in virgo said, “bitch, do something” 😂 sorry for the long disclaimer

please read info before requesting!

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chris tracks the moon better than you do sometimes. never for any reason in particular other than sheer curiosity but this time it all just worked out. yes, he’s like three albums ahead in recording with bonus 3racha songs that will never see the light of day, but he was feeling the need to start working on a new album too. the boys creativity was spiking as well and they were getting restless. in other words, it was time to get to work, but chris needed a refreshing in his work space. normally he loved his studio, it was all you could do some days to get him out of it. sucked into his kaleidoscope hole of creativity until it finally set him free once the album was done. but the vibes were stale. he felt trapped lately, like his mind was racing with ideas of lyrics and melodies but none of them were clicking.

that’s where you come in.

nothing felt better to christopher after he just helped clean the house and then you banish the negative energy and cleanse the space. he knew it was time for some of that in his studio or he was gonna go insane.

your spirituality was nothing you hid especially from him. he grew up in the church so he kept his distance but was quietly observing. he still remembers the first night he watched you work.

the living room was dimly lit, windows open with the moon cascading light into the living room on your makeshift work station on the coffee table. the air swirled with smells of incense, oils, and herbs and you sit quietly as you worked. your playlist of music softly played in the background. chris didn’t say a word but he was enthralled with everything you did, almost attempting to ask what each thing was and how it worked but you seemed to be in a zone.

“ask, christopher.” you spoke up, not bothering to glance his way.

he awkwardly shifted in his seat on the floor as he cleared his throat, “what’s that do?”

he cringed at himself a little for sounding like a child but you couldn’t help but smirk at how adorable and clueless he was.

“well, this is a pretty basic banishing spell.” you continued into detail of your work and the reasoning, which worked out well for you because then you could further set your intentions into the spell. eventually that’s just how you would do your spell work, explaining things to him in detail and why you were doing things.

also, it always blew his mind how you always seemed to know things before they happened but you were never super obvious about it. one time you had warned him about a presence at work. his questions at the time went unanswered but then he came home in shock.

“how the hell did you know about Beomseok?” he was in utter disbelief.

you simply shrugged, “you have family on the other side wanting to protect you.”

ever since he thought there might be something to what you do and after some time of thought he came to you and said that however you wanted to use him in your practice, he was willing. you started out slow and decided that apollo would be a good fit to work with for him and his music. it started with regular cleansing and a sun charm you enchanted for him, but now chris was feeling the pull for more to be done.

“i need your help.”

you glanced up at him from your spot on the couch to give him your full attention as he moved to take a seat next to you. he seemed nervous as he shifted a bit.

“so, the moon is moving into pisces tonight and the guys and i are feeling a shift in our creativity and it’s a new moon but the energy in my studio is awful. so i was wondering…” chris stopped looking for you to finish the sentence as he wasn’t quite sure what he was even asking for.

you mimicked his head motions, trying to pick up what he was putting down. “you want me to cleanse your space?”

“i think so…” he breathed out a chuckle. “something, i dunno. whatever you do in here when we clean the house.”

you let out a laugh, finally understanding what he was trying to ask. “ok, yeah, so some incense, crystals?”

“yes! i like crystals.”

fuck, he was cute.

“yeah! let me get some stuff. oh! and by the window over there, grab a water bottle.” you pointed as you walked down the hall.

“one of these?”

“yep! it’s moon water. it’ll cleanse you too.” quickly you rushed out, stopping in front of him as he drank and showed the spray bottle in your hand. “florida water. gets rid of bad vibes. if we’re gonna do this we should cleanse ourselves.”

“oh! uh-ok.” he stood up straighter and squared off his shoulders in preparation.

“close your eyes and take a deep breath in…” you paused as he complied. “and out. good! now imagine a bright, warm, golden light surrounding you.”

after a minute, he nodded, “ok.”

“keep your eyes closed, and i’ll spray this now, ok?”

he nodded.

“perfect. keep drinking your water. do you remember what incense you liked best?” you rushed off again to gather supplies.

“ummm… oh! the dragon one!”

you giggled to yourself, “dragon’s blood?”

“yeah! it sounds cool.”

god, his intuition is insane.

you finished packing up your essentials and as the sun was setting you were able to head down to his studio. immediately when you walked in, you could tell exactly what he meant by the energy being off. the room, while not having any physical changes, felt stagnant and almost moldy without having the physical smell, but nothing you couldn’t fix.

“ok, top to bottom clean. dusting, clearing out trash, everything.” you told him.

chris nodded and immediately got to work. he was thankful to start with something he understood. while jype had regular cleaners, chris usually told them not to bother cleaning in here since he has things a certain way and he always intended to clean himself… he never did. the room already started to feel better with just a deep cleaning.

“what next?” chris asked eagerly.

“cleanse with some florida water and incense.” you explained, pulling it out of your bag.

this time when you used the florida water, you explained the history of the perfume to him and explained the use of herbs and ingredients, since you usually made it yourself. next was the incense and the properties of dragon’s blood, saying that it’s good for courage in pursuing creative projects that might be out of his comfort zone and that how there’s even science to back how the essential oils have increased activity in the left hemisphere of the brain.

“next, crystals. we charge them in the moon or sunlight.” you told him, raising the first one too him. “citrine, it’s heat treated amethyst that changes the color. it banishes negative energy and keeps you focused. also brings in abundance.” you finished him with a wink. each crystal you pulled out of your bag you gave an explanation and finally set everything up. finally you pulled out a golden stick candle with some herbs. “final thing, we’re gonna ask apollo for some help.”

“oh! the music guy! that’s a good idea!” chris exclaimed as he took the seat next to you at the desk.

everything felt different from the first time he saw you practicing your craft. before he was quiet and timid, afraid to ask questions and even participate. now, he was getting fully involved by helping make sigils with his intentions, carving them into the candle then applying herbs and oils. the two of you watched the candle burn down and chris already felt the energy in the room shift dramatically with new ideas for music pouring into his head. he couldn’t wait to get started but it was still a new moon and you two had other rituals to attend to.

[swordfright]

do you have any c!awesamdream fics recomendations?

Honestly, I don’t have a ton of recs. c!awesamdream fic is mysteriously hard to find, and I also wouldn’t want to recommend you anything super E-rated in case that’s not your jam. Personally I’ve had more success searching the Sam & Dream gen relationship tag than the slash tag. That said, here are my no-brainer recs, most are gen with some exceptions:

inosculation by @theminecraftbox - canon compliant, reflection on how their relationship progresses during the prison arc, how c!sam’s authoritarian tendencies bloom in pandora, and the weird symbiosis he and dream achieve. technically not a slash fic but like it is To Me!!

saltwater on rock by @elmhat - also not technically a slash fic but it is a fun exploration of their relationship post-prison: who are they to each other, now that they aren’t prisoner and warden? what power has dream reclaimed, what power has sam ceded? or is it the other way around? fun stuff.

the trees deny themselves nothing by @lookinghalfacorpse - if you’re asking for recs you’ve probably already read this one (it’s basically THE awesamdream fic at this point) but i think it lends itself to re-readability! and if you haven’t read it: dream loses his leg in pandora, phil n techno conscript sam to make him a new one after the jailbreak, things get interesting. OP also wrote a post-fic oneshot which you can read here.

everlasting evermore by @elmhat - incomplete atm and also not slash but definitely awesamdream vibes. sam is a sad widower king who interrogates dream in his dungeon so it scratches the fantasy itch. this fic does some cool things with the cloning lab lore and i’m really excited to see where it goes!

21 steps in the desert by @airrec - banger. it's short so i won't describe it in detail. banger tho!

scream eureka by @cgogs - basically a post-canon domestic horror fic, sam and dream are married (with a kid on the way) but neither of them is able to move on from pandora. this fic deals with issues of bodily autonomy very well and it’s also refreshing to see trans pregnancy handled with tact, rather than treated like a fetish or a joke. IIRC this fic is an AU of an AU so be warned, it does come with like 30 pages of background lore which isn't necessary to understand the fic but does make it easier to follow.

all these lives by @lookinghalfacorpse - reincarnation drabble, plays with sam’s obsession in fun ways. not really sure how else to describe this one but i reread it sometimes! it’s good!

you don't have to be like that by @dr3amofagame - incomplete, i haven't reread this one in a while but i remember enjoying it at lot! dream gives sam the book in a moment of desperation and then has to navigate the fallout.

accident by @airrec - another fave. concise, fucked up, and very well written.

i’ve also been working on a multichap awesamdream fic (am i allowed to rec my own fics??? is that too cringe??) that’s gonna be wrapping up soon. pandora's vault gains sentience, that's the whole plot. like most of the other works on this list, it’s not technically ship fic but it is very much about sam and dream’s...situation. full warning tho, it’s long and rambly and weird, sorry for that!

i also wanna add that pretty much any fic that explores the scrapped lore is gonna have to deal with awesamdreamisms by necessity, owing to the nature of, well, the lore. there's a decent amount of fics about it, here's one that I found recently and enjoyed a lot.

Have fun, mind the tags. And if you find more then by all means, feel free to add to this post! I know there's a lot of tumblr-exclusive content floating around out there that can be harder to find than stuff on AO3.

Also, it's worth mentioning that some of the most compelling c!awesamdream content I've read were brief interludes in fics about much broader subjects in the fandom; I've read a lot of great c!awesamdream moments in c!rivals fics, prison trio fics, c!dnf fics, etc. So my advice is to cast your net wide, if that makes sense? Happy reading!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Cursed Cards - Part I

So, on this blessed day (birthday of my beloved husband and wedding of an author I SO admire), I offer you a little gift.

Here's a commission by @sauroff for my very favourite boys!!! At the end of the small ficlet I've written for it, you'll find the extra Fingon-reaction-panel and the mini-comic I got (I am still screaming) on which I've based the last part of the story!!!

Cursed cards

Words: 1,21 k

Warnings: Russingon (which is a half-cousin-incest ship)

Context: This might be read as a snippet out of my many Modern!AU stories. Either way, Maedhros and Fingon did not know each other well when they were younger because of their fathers' strife.

“Ai Russo,” Fingon called from the door. “You won’t believe what just arrived.”

As he re-entered the room, he was brandishing a small rectangular piece of cardboard triumphantly; from his perch on the sofa, all Maedhros could make out was a cramped block of handwritten text followed by an eerily familiar, sprawling collection of signatures though.

“What do you have there?” he asked cautiously, craning his long, slender neck to get a better look at what he now clearly identified as a postcard of sorts. 

“Your mother has sent me a Christmas card!” Fingon whooped and threw himself on the sofa, the newly-obtained treasure protectively clasped against his broad chest. “And it is the best card anyone has ever received.”

At first, Maedhros was so elated to see his beloved brimming and gleaming with happiness at receiving a missive from Nerdanel that he almost forgot how mischievous his mother could be.

After a few seconds of Fingon cradling his precious card without making any move to share its excellence with him though, Maedhros was overcome by doubt and a terrible suspicion.

“What kind of card is it, darling?” he asked calmly, battling the frown that wanted to crease his smooth, pale brow.

“It’s a family picture,” Fingon said, his voice strained with the effort to suppress a merry guffaw. His eyes were glinting with boundless glee as if he was pondering an excellent joke his lover was not yet privy to.

Instantly, the smile on Maedhros’ face froze into a grimace of pure dread. She wouldn’t do that; his mother knew how much Fingon meant to him. She would never have risked exposing her oldest son to ridicule by digging out the worst holiday picture any family had ever taken.

“Show me!” he demanded shakily and gave a small cry when his worst fears came true. “Oh, no!”

As he tried to snatch the card away, Fingon threw himself around, shielding it with his very body and all but baring his teeth in a territorial frenzy. “No,” he grumbled, “you shall not have it.”

Just by the look on Maedhros’ face, he could tell that he’d destroy the missive if he could.

“Oh, how could she?” Maedhros exclaimed and curled up on himself. “We thought, we really believed, that we had destroyed every last copy of that accursed picture!”

“Why?” Fingon asked cautiously, still keeping his prized possession out of the reach of those terribly nimble and strong hands he so loved to feel on his skin. “It’s an adorable photograph…and you look glorious in it!”

“I…what?” Maedhros combed his fingers through his hair nervously; he was mortified at the mere thought of his dishevelled hair and the awful sweaters his parents had made them wear, so he didn’t so much as glance in the direction of the picture Fingon stared at as if it held every truth of the universe. 

“The twins were in the process of strangling me and scalping Káno,” he informed reproachfully. “Moreover, we had to take Moryo to the hospital. It was an awful night!”

Immediately, Fingon’s huge eyes turned compassionate, and Maedhros’ discontent was mellowed by the earnest empathy he read in them. “How come?”

“Moryo tried to wrench himself free and Tyelko toppled backwards over Curvo…” Maedhros rubbed his forehead with a long-fingered hand; in hindsight, he could appreciate how ludicrous this sounded and cringed. “Either way, Moryo then refused to let us see his hand, Tyelko had hit his head against the edge of a table, Curvo was no longer cackling but wailing. Even the twins stilled in their mayhem upon witnessing the chain reaction of disaster.”

When Fingon merely blinked, Maedhros sighed deeply. “They all still have the scars and, apparently, my parents do not think that reason enough to annihilate the incriminating evidence!”

Fingon had started caressing the picture with a tender fingertip, tracing those noble, gorgeous features he saw every time he closed his eyes; he was, of course, sorry that Fëanor’s children had paid this work of art with blood and tears, but he could not bring himself to truly regret their sacrifice.

“It’s fascinating,” he whispered reverentially, “to see that you’ve all made good on the promises of your childhood days.”

“I guess,” Maedhros agreed grumpily, “I am still awkward, Moryo is still ill-tempered, Tyelko is a savage still, and Curvo never stopped being a sneering pest.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of the prodigious beauty, valour, and strength of your line, but suit yourself,” Fingon laughed and nudged his head against the other’s sharp, bony shoulder. “I wish we had known each other back then!”

“I am glad we didn’t.” Maedhros grimaced in deepfelt embarrassment; he was convinced that his unusual complexion had not done him any favours back in the day. 

Nevertheless, his face softened as he finally looked upon the round, chubby faces of the brothers he thought of constantly – with equal measures of love and exasperation – and found that the memories of their younger days made him smile wistfully.

“I love it,” Fingon swore perfervidly, “and I love you!”

What else could Maedhros do but sling his arm around Fingon and press a kiss against that temple behind which his beloved would keep the memory of that darned picture forevermore, even if he managed to wrench the card from him and throw it into the fire?

“Don’t let Maglor see it though,” he mumbled insistently, “or Moryo. They hate it with a passion!”

All too soon, Maedhros understood that he might as well have saved his breath though as Fingon proceeded to carry the card on his person all the time.

More than once, Maedhros was fooled into believing that his lover had found some rare new treasure upon finding him gaping at something – evidently immensely precious by the look on his face – clasped in his hands, only to discover that it was the vexatious Christmas picture all over again.

Unfortunately, all his earnest endeavours to take it from Fingon ended in bitter defeats though.

“No way,” Fingon grinned as they companionably stood in Maglor’s living room, “I’m sending this to Ingoldo!”

With his impeccable sense of comedic – or tragic, depending on whom you asked – timing, Maglor suddenly appeared at their side to see Fingon gauchely trying to snap a picture of a postcard while swatting away Maedhros’ hand. 

“Nelyo,” Maglor squawked in a melodramatic voice, “please tell me it’s not that photo again!”

He recognised the colour scheme and the chaotic composition even without getting a good look at the object Fingon so ferociously defended from Maedhros’ half-hearted attempts at theft.

“The very same,” Maedhros huffed, “and – if we cannot dissuade him – Finno will make sure everyone with eyes to see will be made aware of our shame!”

Maglor pondered this for a second and then shrugged. “I look somewhat cute in it,” he declared in a regal act of grace, “and it’s – oh, so much – worse for the others, so…I shall condone the propagation of the monstrosity.”

Astounded, Maedhros merely blinked at this utterance; he had just lost a valuable ally.

“Also,” Maglor continued, his eyes glinting sharply, “I shall have my revenge. Charming a middle-aged lady into handing over pictures of her beloved children should be child’s play!”

Here are the promised extra artworks:

I hope you've all liked this, please give @sauroff a big round of applause for being delightful, generous, and absolutely lovely to work with.

As always, lots of love from my little person!

A hooray to love, to friendship, and to happiness. May December be good to you all!!!

-> Part 2

[kiskyz]

“Money”

this concept has been in my mind for awhile so enjoy!

TW: general yandere stuff, non con kissing, gold digger

“Aww~!” You grabbed the case holding a breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklace. “You shouldn’t have!”

Your boyfriend laughed, “No, no. You deserve this.”

“Babe…” You whined. “I love you so much!”

Your boyfriend, Marius Von Hagen the second son of the Von Hagen family, is a helpless romantic man with a big wallet. He bought you anything you’d show interest in, and take you to expensive places, just like the restaurant tonight. Newly opened by a prestigious chef, the cost of one person almost made you fall over but two? You couldn’t even begin to think. 

“I love you too baby~,” Marius said sickeningly sweetly to which you internally cringed.

What an idiot.

You would think that if you’re the executive president of the Pax Group, you’d be able to spot a gold digger. Yet here you are! A gold digger using said executive president for his money.

“I have something important to tell you,” You paused, “after dinner.”

He nodded, taking another bite of his steak.

You spent the dinner talking very little, unlike your usual over-the-top lovey-dovey talk. You had to think over how to approach a sensitive topic. 

Breaking up.

Despite how good he treats you, he’s been getting on your nerves lately, not to mention you don’t like doing stuff like this for over a year. It’s time you moved on to someone different.

You walked out of the restaurant and finally spoke up, “Can you just drive me home today?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you ok? You’ve been quiet all night and now this… Are you sick or-”

“No just… Let’s talk about it in the car, alright?” You smiled and got in the front passenger seat, Marius following suit.

As he started the car, you were lost in thought. You don’t know exactly what reaction to expect from him. 

“Ok. I-I’m sorry but…” You tried to seem as helpless and hurt as possible. “I think we need to break up.”

He was silent.

“I-I just think!” You looked out the window. “You're great but it’s just not working out.”

He pulled out of the parking lot still quiet. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Hah!” He laughed.

He fucking laughed?!

“Got sick of me?” He said in a teasing voice.

“What?” You looked away from the window at him.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know,” He paused, “about your ulterior motives?”

Your heart dropped.

He knew.

How?

When?

How long has he known?

“I knew from the beginning.” His answer dumbfounded you. “How stupid do you think I am?” 

“Hah… You caught me!” You said defeated. “What do you want now? Want me to return everything you got me?” 

“How about you keep everything but stay with me!” He smiled.

“No.” You answered almost immediately. 

You wouldn’t have answered any other way, to begin with. You already decided to end things with him and what can he do? 

He laughed to himself, “That quick response saddens me.”

“Just drop me off at my house.” You looked back out the window.

The sky was dark, but the building lights made it seem bright outside. He finally pulled up to your apartment after a very awkward drive.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and he did the same.

“You can stay in the car.” You went to open the door but it was locked.

You sighed going to unlock it when a hand grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He pulled your hand to his chest and you went with it.

You panicked and used your other hand to hit him, but he caught it. 

“I was fine with you using me,” You struggled in his grasp, “yet you had to go and try to ruin it.”

“Marius let me go!” You said in pain and shock.

He pulled you into a hard kiss. 

What was going on?

He bit your lip and you cried out. 

After a struggling make-out session, he finally pulled back, “Your such an idiot.”

You tried to scream but he let both your hands go and used one to cover your mouth and the other to grab your phone. You tried using your free hands to slam on the horn or anything, but he pushed you back into the passenger seat. 

“Stop struggling.” His voice was stern, unlike any voice he has ever used with you.

You nodded your head and let your body go slack.

Was he going to kill you? Was he going to get his revenge? What was he going to do?

“We’re going to go back to my house,” His voice was devoid of any emotion, “and you're going to stay there, with me.”

You looked at him in fear.

“Of course, I know no matter what I do, you’re not going to go silently and willingly.” He paused in thought. “Well sorry about this!”

You looked at him in confusion until you felt a hit on your head and everything went black.

[garfeildfanpage]

Ok so this may just be a personal pet peeve I have but I can’t STAND when fanfics n such include characters listening to music that makes no sense for them to listen to

To each his own, I know everyone has their own understanding of characters; and self-projection is fun! But it’s just so exhausted and I want something that isn’t just the author using their own taste in music for once

Yes OBVIOUSLY a fictional character listening to mitski in a fan fiction doesn’t matter and I’m upset at nothing but when it’s in every single one, it can really strain the immersion

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some mitski! But variety is important, and can give a character more personality, even in fan works!

So, basically, here are my personal two cents on what I think the tbhk cast would listen to.

(If I come off as a hypocrite I give you the permission to shoot me)

Keep in mind I am not Japanese, nor anything close. My understanding of Japanese music stops at idol-game music and everything after that eludes my little brain. these are just vague ideas, to then be added to by someone more well versed than I, so do as you will. Doesn’t necessarily have to be Japanese music either, music is for everyone! Let teru listen to Rihanna! Have akane listen to one direction! Aoi listens to Belgian death metal! So yeah just take everything I say with a nice, handful of salt.

Yashiro: As shown in a volume extra (I think) Nene plays idol games! So it’s safe to assume that she enjoys J-idol music as well, which makes sense! J-pop fucks. ALSO mentioned in a volume extra, she enjoys jaded-lover-type music, which could encompass music akin to some 90’s J-Rock!

I would put suggestions here! But I am bad at listing artists - SUPER☆GIRLS is like the only J-idol group I listen to don’t hit me. ( 7/10 on the mitski meter: she could, and probably would listen to her, but only lush, only lush.)

Kou: Yeah not gonna lie if someone said he’d listen to weezer I wouldn’t have any reason to disagree, he’s very loser-rock and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Though to me he seems much more like a “I-listen-to-mainstream-rock-because-it-sound-good” type guy, keep in mind tbhk takes place in like 2014-2015 (I think) so whatever band were popular then, he probably listened to just that. Anime openings…fucking….Naruto…also, nightcore….anime openings… live that 2010’s life Kou you deserve it…be cringe…be free. (3/10 on the mitski meter: he wouldn’t, just cause he wouldn’t really encounter her in the wild. Maybe if he was recommended her…but not on his own.)

Hanako: ok look idk what the hell supernatural music sounds like so I’m just going to go off of the time period to which he was alive. Orchestras and Jazz were popular around the 1950s in Japan (along with other more western styles of music) so, that, probably, i don’t know. With Amane’s connection to music (at least vaguely) plays, musicals, and other type performances could’ve been an interest; though for Hanako, I don’t really know if he’d even have any interest in music specifically. So considering that he’d probably just listen to whatever people play around him. (5/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, but not believable.)

Akane: m starting to blank gimmie a moment. Instrumental. That’s really all I can say. He listens to music when studying, cleaning, or performing any task where he has to focus, so anything rhythmic and calm, something to take up the brain space that isn’t doing the task at hand so he doesn’t get distracted by something else. Video game soundtracks (like Mario or some ambient bullshit), soft pop. He also seems like the kinda guy to just listen to whatever his parents play, so yes most definitely some old shit. Recommendations from Aoi or Nene. Basically just noise, a nice distraction from the horrible horrible world, yknow? (5/10 on the mitski meter: anything goes I s’pose)

Teru: Classical?? I guess?? Dude does not listen to dick, nothing, absolutely fuck all. Old classic, a nice orchestra or quartet. western or eastern it don’t matter, as long as it’s nice, repetitive, and peaceful it’ll do the job just fine. (2/10 on the mitski meter: probably too much for him to handle, man’s constantly on the edge of a mental break mitski’d kill him, maybe if he handled his underlying issues first, but until then no mitski)

Aoi: last one cause I am clocking out. Similar taste to akane, undefined and flexible. probably listens to the same stuff as Nene, though I think she probably enjoys older j-pop, just cause she seems like that, Yknow? Movie soundtracks, Anime soundtracks (shoujou, probably. Precure n such just cause Aoi seems like someone who deserves to heal her inner child, same goes for Akane as well) Similar to Teru she probably also likes the more calmer and downbeat stuff. (8/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, I’d believe it, but she wouldn’t tell anyone, it’s her special secret.)

Anyway see you next week for more awesome pubg 360 no-scope compilations ninja out

[lonelycelsadpilled]

Tomoko was such a relatable and important character to me, and as a kid I was so disheartened to see the anime YouTubers I liked at the time didn’t like her.

They’d call her weird and say ‘who would even act like this?’ But I understood her, and looking back, she was fifteen. I thought she was eighteen, but she was fifteen. Of course she’s cringe.

As a kid I would sit alone a lot. When I was around the age of seven, I’d get calls home saying that I was just alone all the time, but as a kid I just didn’t want to play with kids anymore. I wanted to be by myself, I wanted to be alone. I’d ask if I could work alone any chance I got, and that lasted until I left school. I actually left school at fifteen, Tomoko’s age, because I was anxious and stopped going. I struggled really hard to socialise and to feel like I fit in with others. I didn’t do my homework and I would get detentions where I’d have to miss the first ten minutes of lunch, but I didn’t care. The ‘friends’ I had at the time wouldn’t miss me, and I knew that. It saved the awkwardness. Eventually, I stopped hanging out with my friend group, and I’d sit alone instead. It was always so much easier to be alone because it felt like nobody liked me, but I didn’t really like them either.

I didn’t have the best view of women as a kid. In anime I’d only be exposed to girls who I couldn’t relate to. They were too girly, too bubbly, too obsessed with boys in their cutesy loving ways. Now I feel like we have way more female anime characters that are loud and boyish and gross and weird. Power from Chainsaw Man comes to my mind, though she isn’t completely free from sexualisation, but I do love her so much as a character. She was written by a man, after all, so I can’t expect her to not be shown inappropriately. Still, she is an ego-manic and is shown vomiting, not flushing, being generally gross and disugsting. It was honestly nice to see an anime girl with less likeable gross traits.

Tomoko was one of the girls that stood out to me when I was watching copywritten anime on YouTube before double digits. I really saw myself in her. She was anxious, had judgemental thoughts about people, struggled to talk, struggled with her self image and was a bit of a pervert. Am I happy to say that I was a weird and gross kid? Not really, but I hit puberty pretty early (I got my period at eight) and I grew up on the more inappropriate side of the internet. I was looking at sexual My Little Pony games, watching Kiss x Sis, watching and reading whatever weird pornography I could. I was pretty hormonal, admittedly, and I grew up not fully knowing boundaries and knowing what was okay, which actually sounds way worse than it was.

I don’t know. I feel like the people that hate on Tomoko didn’t grow up with her as a lonely and anxious kid who was exposed to the internet too early. My favourite anime YouTubers were social school boys who are now internet celebrity men, of course they don’t get it, she isn’t for them.

I understand she’s… Weird. Looking back on it, there’s some stuff you don’t really pick up on when you’re a kid. I mean, looking back on Lucky Star, Konata has a dad who was a lolicon and was pretty vocal about that. Wouldn’t he also go to schools and take pictures of the seventeen year old girls? I mean, I didn’t really take in any of that stuff, but I could relate to Konata liking anime and being online, the artsy Tamura character who likes girls kissing, the fujoshiness of Kagami (I’ve grown out of that, thankfully.)

There are some people that just didn’t grow up as, and currently live as, losers. They don’t get it. They don’t have to get it. There’s a lot of negative stigma around girls who relate to Tomoko, and I guess I don’t get it because she was one of the only anime characters I really saw myself in. I’ve never really related to a character the same way. It was nice to actually relate to something for once as a kid who didn’t see themselves in anybody.

[manunelle]

A Very, Very Good Boy {NSFW} (One-shot)

This was meant to be a kinktober prompt, but for unfortunate reasons I won't be able to finish the event. So, I decided to post the few prompts I was able to write.

This is the first +18 fanfic I've wrote since high school (the irony), so I hope this is not too cringe. Also, English is not my first language, so there might be grammar mistakes here and there.

Please, pay attention to the content warnings.

Content Warning: mention of self-harm, praise kink, bondage, collaring, femdom, dacryphilia.

When Licht woke up that morning, how that cloudy day would end was the last of his worries and thoughts. He did not care for that throughout the whole day. Not when he trained the new recruits, not while having lunch with his brothers, and not even when he joined Emma for a walk in the rose garden. 

Sure, the heated glances that she sent his way while he went on about his day or the subtle way she licked her lips while averting her gaze should have been enough for him to guess that something was on, but he had been too occupied thinking how pretty and cute she looked during their outing to have any dirty thoughts. 

Now, lying on his back, while Emma had her way with him, he kind of regretted not having caught her signals earlier. 

His head was supported by the fluffy pillows of her bed, while his long and strong arms were tied to the bedpost, giving her full access to his pale body. Around his neck, the damn collar Nokto had gifted him a few days ago, which was attached to a lace that Emma would pull from time to time. 

Any other normal day, he would have recoiled at the suggestion of being put into such a vulnerable position. Arms up his head, body completely naked and exposed, his old scars free for anyone’s eyes, or worse, hers. 

Only when they started being intimate with one another that Licht finally regretted the way he treated his own body in the past. The way her eyes would stare a bit too long at his wrists, her delicate fingers tracing the repulsive lines that covered his thighs…it made him want to crawl from the bed and hide himself from the world. 

But Emma, sweet and understanding Emma, picked on his feelings right from the start, reassuring him and showering with love. Even if he could not feel completely reassured and confident, it felt nice to hear her sweet words and to feel her warm tongue traveling his body. Sometimes, a bit too nice. 

And of course she had noticed that, being the intelligent woman she was. 

A harsh pull of the lace clouded his thoughts, a moan leaving his flush lips. 

He opened his eyes, meeting her disappointed ones. Whimpering, Licht averted his gaze, unable to gaze too long at her. 

“Don’t tell me you’re daydreaming right now,” Emma complained, a roll of her hips robbing another low moan from Licht’s throat. She clicked her tongue, caressing his lower belly with her other hand, repressing a chuckle when witnessing his body tremble. “And to think that you wouldn’t think about me even when I am riding your cock…You’re cruel, Licht, too cruel.”

Licht shook his head, tears forming at the corner of his red eyes. 

“No, that’s not –

“No, no,” She interrupted, sitting still on top of him, her warm pussy disconnecting from his lower body at the same time a cry left his lips. “Clearly there’s a problem with how I am treating you tonight. I should have noticed sooner.”

He wanted to deny it. To claw his face off. To hug her so hard that they would literally become one and he would not need to face her ever again. 

But these thoughts soon disappeared, a soft hand caressing his cheek and Emma’s warm lips touching his own in a gentle kiss that became more and more intense by the second. When a whimper left his throat, Emma recoiled slightly, only to return and assault the inside of his mouth with her tongue, robbing her lover’s breath. He trashed, pushed against her with his chest, but the woman didn’t budge, taking her sweet time to taste his mouth again and again. 

Only when she decided it was enough that he was able to breathe again, tears running freely down his cheeks. Licht reluctantly gazed at her, blushing harder at the sight that met his eyes, feeling his cock getting harder. 

Emma, beautiful and gentle Emma, smiling down at him, a pleased smile and a deep red blush decorating her gorgeous face. Her disheveled hair traveling down her body, barely hiding the magnificent breasts that were at full display. 

“Do you even know how you look right now, my love?” She asked, tenderly caressing the area close to his ear. 

Licht blinked, trying to maintain his composure, or at least pretend. 

Emma chuckled, moving her hand down his chin, then his neck, then his chest, where she delicately touched one of his nipples, smiling widely at the lewd sound that left Licht’s lips. 

“You look so hot right now,” she moaned, lowering her face to his chest, where she planted a wet kiss on his other nipple. He whined, blushing so hard that he was sure all his blood was concentrated on that area. “So hot, and so beautiful too. Aah, I love the way you blush when it becomes too much, and the sound of your moans when I touch you here,” Emma pulled on his nipple to prove her point, caressing the tender skin when he threw his head back, a pleased expression on his beautiful face. 

“D-don’t do it– 

“Why? You like it, don’t you? My good, good boy.” 

“Nnngghh” 

Licht turned his head to the side, his mind clouded by the pleasure. Taking advantage, Emma sucked hard on his neck, a red blossom forming on the pale skin, a mark that anyone could see without problem. 

A mark that Licht would be proud to display. 

He didn’t have time to feel embarrassed or pleased at the loving act, pulling hard at his restraints when he felt her soft and warm hands circling around his cock, moving up and down at a torturing slow pace. 

Licht met her eyes, rutting shamelessly against her hand, gazing at her as if she was a goddess, his goddess. 

Emma laughed softly, kissing his jaw lovingly. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you tonight, and forever. My good boy.”

Soon, the room was filled with his wanton moans, his body shaking and trashing back and forth while Emma carefully caressed his body, coaching him to climax again and again. Whenever he shook his head, tears running down his face, begging her to stop, to give him a break, she would only smile and touch him again, encouraging him to continue.

“Hmm? Of course you can come one more time, Licht,” she would moan, sucking wetly on his cock head, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Just one more time, ok?”

“You…hnng…y-you said it last time already!”

“But this is the last time, I swear.”

“Noooo–

Licht knew it was merely a lie to keep him down, to make him obedient. Emma had no intention to stop right from the beginning. 

But that’s alright. 

Licht could take it, he could do anything for his Emma.

After all, he was a very, very good boy.