#undeniable how much more at home they are in animation

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What are your thoughts on the new Spiderverse film?

Absolutely loved it! I think I might've enjoyed the first one just a tad more (I'm a sucker for an origin story), but the absolute artistry on display, the powerful emotional beats, top notch voice acting, and just...oozing creativity in every damn frame. Amazing movie, easily my favorite in recent memory (not that I've watched many, but still).

If I have any real issues with it, without getting into spoilers...

Pretty sure it's just me getting older and my vision struggling a bit but there were certain scenes I had a lot of trouble parsing (in the chase from the trailer, you know the one).

There's a big character choice that I would've definitely handled a bit differently because it borders on disbelief that X and Y characters would've allowed things to happen without some heavy pushback. Not quite OOC behavior, but some logical leaps were made that could've been tweaked.

In that same vein, I would've kept "this rather specific thing always happens (and must always happen) to Spider-people" a bit more vague and not as well-defined. From experience, the Multiverse doesn't lend itself super well to strict rules - it rather prefers guidelines.

That being said, hot damn, these movies (this series!) are almost...laser-targeted towards me. Not to imply the Kverse is like, comparable to these movies (I'm very proud of what I write, but not nearly that arrogant lol), but I think you can see the DNA of what I'm going for in there, what I really love about having endless universes to play with, both in terms of sheer fanservice and more serious storytelling. I can't believe how fortunate I am to see that sort of dream realized in such spectacular fashion! Can't wait for part 3!

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Three Times is Perfect

Male Reader x Haerin x Minji

Tags: 7k, first time, creampie, oral, threesome, tw

The story is not ours; we are simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.

“Are you ready for me? I hope you’re saving up for when I see you tomorrow 😘”

Minji attached a video. It was taken right before we were going to be separated for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest to her perky tits that were crowned by stiff nipples. The video kept going down, showing her taut, flat stomach and the perfectly smooth shaved pussy.

Further down, I could see her pussy lips welcoming my cock over and over again accompanied by a wet sound.

Behind the camera, I could hear myself saying in a low, gruff voice, “Fuck, Minji, I’m about to cum.”

“Just cum inside me,” Minji moaned. “Cum in me...”

The video shows me bottoming her out as far as possible, before emptying a week’s worth of cum into her pussy. Minji moaned off-camera as I pulled my cock from her grasping pussy, allowing the cum to spill out of her, it’s overflowing. I paused the video.

“Come on,” I typed back.

“That is not fair. You’re making it difficult for me to stick to our agreement.”

I must admit that quitting masturbation for weeks was more difficult than I expected. But the girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and I’d agreed to save it for her. Knowing the pent up passion will make my first time fucking her in weeks even better.

Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our entire group of friends decided to take a vacation at Yejun’s family’s home in Jeju before starting our summer jobs, and Minji needed to visit family, so she was only coming for the last leg of the trip.

“Only 16 more hours,” Minji texted back. “I get in late tonight.”

“Wake me up when you do,” I replied.

“I’ve got a few ideas.” She attached another picture, this time of herself with two fingers buried inside her wet pussy.

“Too much teasing and it’s only 9 a.m. - I’m blocking you” I joked, before hearing a knock at the door.

“One sec.” I called out, before texting Minji: “Have to go, big day of hiking ahead.” I put my phone down, then yelled to the door “Come in!”

Haerin stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic attire. She took in the room, frowning.

“We’ve only been here one night and your room already look like garbage dump.”

Kang Haerin. My childhood friend grew up two houses from me. We both went to the same college, which was several states away from our hometown, and we remained good friends. However, I can’t say no one asked about me and Haerin, since we’re really that close.

She was undeniably beautiful. I wonder how she can be her while I’m just… me? God really has a favorite.

Though many of our friends say that Haerin has a cat-like personality. That’s right, ‘a cat’ as in small domestic animals covered with fur. See, I'm not sure where they got that idea.

Watching her grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never particularly romantic, which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Minji, and Haerin was dating Yejun.

“You know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you don’t have to share my room,” I said.

I stealthily tucked my erection into my waistband and stood up, brushing past her to grab one of the shirts from the ground to put it on.

“You’re horrible,” Haerin said with a laugh. “Anyway, I was just coming to rouse you for breakfast. Everyone else is done eating.”

“Should I pack a hat?”

“I don’t know. Yejun said there was a chance of rain. Can I check the weather from your phone?”

“Sure.”

Haerin picked up my phone, then let out a yelp and dropped it. She blushed furiously “Waaaa, Sorry, Sorry!”

“What?” I crossed to the bed and picked up my phone. Minji had texted one last picture, this one a closeup of us having sex. The caption read: “Don’t tire yourself out too much.” Haerin had picked up my phone only to get an eyeful of my cock stretching out her friend’s pussy.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that would be up on my phone,” I said, embarrassed. “Minji’s been... sending me stuff in preparation for her arrival tonight.”

“Oh, yeah- no, I get it.” Haerin blushed even deeper, then paused. “I- I only looked for a second, so I barely saw anything.”

“No, of course.” I said.

She looked more flustered than I had seen her in a long time. Neither of us knew what to say.

“I- I’ll just check the weather on my phone,” Haerin said, rushing out of my room.

Given that she was dating Yejun, I assumed she had overcome her embarrassment and shame about sex, but she was still fairly innocent. However, she had just been surprised with a close-up photo of her two friends having sex, so who wouldn’t be embarrassed?

—

Despite the late start, a few cups of black coffee jolted me awake for the hike. Our other friends were experienced hikers who were glad to drag us along at their rapid pace, up trails with pine needles that covered treacherous rocks and roots. I spent the majority of the hike watching where I put my foot, expecting to twist my ankle at any second. When I did hike without my eyes glued to the ground, I found them drawn up perfect, toned, slender legs to Haerin’s ass in her tight athletic shorts. She was walking ahead of me, holding hands with Yejun.

I shake my head. Clearly, a combination of Minji’s teasing and the sexual frustration of the last few weeks had transformed me into a dog, slobbering over anything with the slightest female form.

We stopped for water at a clearing that looked out over the miles of trees below us. As I drank from my water bottle, Yejun pulled me aside.

“Can I ask you something? It’s about Haerin.”

“What’s up?” I thought Haerin had told him about the picture she’d seen of Minji and me and I was ready to apologize.

“Haerin and I have been dating for like eight months now, and...” he paused, a little awkward. “I know this is weird, since you guys have been friends forever, but I’m just gonna say it: I kinda thought we’d be doing more, sexually, by now. All we’ve done is dry humping, nothing below the clothes.”

Hearing that was surprising, but not completely unexpected. I don’t know how that made me feel. Part of me was bummed for my friends that they were missing out on all the great things sex had to offer, but another part of me, one I didn’t realize was there, felt a flash of... something. Not surprise, but maybe lust. I tried to kept my face straight as he went on.

“She’s said she’s waiting to actually have sex, which I totally understand, but do you think she’d want to do anything more than just make out and dry hump? Not just for me. I’d like to make her... finish, you know.”

“I haven’t talked with her about it, it’s not the sort of thing we discuss.” I said, truthfully.

“Do you know if she’s ever gone further than that with her previous boyfriends?” He asked.

“What previous boyfriends?”

Haerin had never dated anyone seriously before Yejun. Hell, the only reason I knew she was straight in high school was that she’d talk about having crushes on boys, but when I’d tell her to do something, she’d refuse.

“If I were you, I’d just let her lead the way. She does what she wants, but not before she’s ready.” I added.

On the way back down the mountain I watched Haerin with more curiosity. It certainly explained her reaction to the picture - she was totally inexperienced, so maybe it was more disgust at what she had seen. I felt bad for just leaving my phone open. I knew her well enough to know her reaction wouldn’t be one of judgment, but it had to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to apologize when I got the chance.

By the end of the hike, we were all soaked in sweat. Haerin pulled up her shirt to mop her flushed face, I could make out the tender curve of her breasts beneath her sports bra… I felt another pang somewhere in my stomach…surprisingly hard nipples. When she lowered the shirt she was looking right at me. I looked away, a little too late.

Damn, I thought, cursing the fact that Minji wouldn’t return for another eight or nine hours. I just needed to stop myself from getting horny for long enough not to do something stupid.

—

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed,” Yejun said, getting up. It was late at night and we’d put on a movie after the night of drinking had wound down. Just about everybody had drifted off from the movie and gone to sleep, save for me, Yejun, and Haerin, who’d seen it through to the end. We were all tired, dressed for bed.

“I’ll be right there,” Haerin said, as Yejun wandered off groggily. Then she turned to me, a small smile on her lips. “T minus two hours until Minji gets here. Are you excited?”

“Of course. I miss her a lot.”

“I mean, are you... excited?” Haerin said, gesturing down at my crotch.

“Hahaha,” I said sarcastically.

Haerin sat in a comfortable recliner across from me, her legs crossed under her. Without realizing it, my eyes drifted down her pajama-clad form and I saw with a start that she wasn’t wearing panties under her loose pajama shorts. I could make out a small dark bush and the tight cleft at the top of what seemed to be her beautiful innie pussy. Of course she wasn’t shaven, I thought, my cock beginning to thicken. She’d never even had sex.

“I guess she hasn’t been too far away, considering all those pictures,” Haerin said.

She shifted on the chair. I got an even better view of her small bush, and through it, her neat pussy lips.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. You shouldn’t have to see that.” I tore my eyes away from the faint glimpse of her pussy.

“No, I liked it,” Haerin said. “The wifi’s terrible out here, so my porn has been taking forever to load. Easier to just get it off from the two of you.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I joked.

“Is there?”

I looked at her, trying to decide whether she was bluffing. We’d both had a lot to drink, but the several hours of the movie had sobered us up. She didn’t usually speak this brazenly.

“Yeah. Videos, too.”

Haerin’s face was now as flushed as mine, is she’s serious?

“Can I see it?”

“Should I airdrop them?”

Haerin stood up and walked across the room to mine. My heart started to beat fast. I couldn’t stand up, because I was so hard.

“Show me.”

I opened my phone, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I pulled up the picture she’d seen, the close-up of Minji’s pussy with my bare cock drilling into it.

“Really?” I asked.

Haerin nodded. She leaned down, and I caught the soft curve of her small breast down her sleep shirt. I hesitated, then thought, Fuck it. I turned the phone to her.

“I’ve already seen this one,” she whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. This was bad. I was too horny. I should lock my phone and get out of here. I swiped to the next one -- the video of me and Minji, paused with the cum trickling out of her pussy, her tits and face in the shot.

“Where are you?”

I rewound the video. The only sound in the room was the slick squishing noise of me and Minji fucking, then her moaning. Haerin’s mouth was half-open as she watched.

“Fuck, Minji, I’m about to cum.” At that, I quickly paused the video, returning to my senses. This was too much. Too personal. Minji wouldn’t want me showing intimate videos of us to one of our best friends. And did I really want Haerin to see my dick? I was more drunk than I thought. And so was she, if she allowed it.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I shouldn’t show you that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Haerin muttered. “It’s… hot. I have a thing for small dicks.”

I looked up at her. She was grinning. We both burst into laughter.

“Oh, you…” I said, leaping up to grab her. She shrieked and tried to make an escape, but I grabbed her and tackled her, tickling her, onto the couch. We were both laughing. Only when I paused for breath did I realize what a bad idea that had been. I was still completely hard, and was only wearing my boxers.

From beneath me, Haerin tickled me back, and I grabbed her arms, trying to keep her from tickling me.

The rest of it happened fast. I was on top of her, hard, and somewhere in the maneuvering, my cock must have slipped out of the hole in my boxers. I knew that reaching down to fix the situation would immediately make it clear to her what had happened, so I tried to keep her pinned, unable to look down. That was my undoing -- Haerin spread her legs, trying to get them around me for some reason.

All of a sudden, as she did, I felt my cock press up through the leg of her baggy shorts, against her mound. She gasped in surprise, moving her lower body back, but all that did was make my cock slip down, nestling into the hot wetness between her pussy lips. It happened so fast I didn’t even think about the fact that she was dripping wet.

“Is that your…” Haerin started to ask, trying to reposition herself.

Then I felt my cockhead slipped inside her opening. We both froze. I looked down. Her pussy lips were stretched around my cock. I didn’t even have time to think about how amazing her pussy looked -- how long I’d wondered what it would look like, what she’d feel like. Though I was only a few inches into her, it was almost too much for me.

“Y- You’re... inside me.” Her voice quavered.

It happened in such slow motion that the freeze-frame image of Haerin below me, looking down in open-mouth surprise at her shorts pulled to the side, her wet pussy clenching my bare cock is imprinted on my mind, though the moment only lasted a second or two.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to...”

“No… I- I wasn’t wearing panties, it’s my...” She trailed off, her breath ragged.

The moment felt like a dream. Neither of us was moving to pull apart. My cock throbbed inside her, and she gasped as I felt her pussy clench. She was getting wetter, somehow. Involuntarily, I pushed an inch further into her, my cock moving on its own to bury itself as deep into her scalding hot pussy as it could.

“Wait…” she said, her voice soft and strained.

“Don’t-” Then she was cut off by a gasp. Her body shuddered, and her legs which still around my back, pushed me deeper into her. I bottomed her out, God her pussy is sooo tight.

Haerin was small, but she could take my whole length buried snugly inside her. Then she came, hard, trying to stifle her own moans while her pussy clenched around my cock.

“Anhh- fuck I’m…cumming...” Haerin whimpered.

Her body jerked, and she wrapped her arms around mine, pushing our bodies together. Her pussy felt too tight. I wasn’t going to last, especially after three weeks of no sex or masturbation. I was bare inside of her, I couldn’t cum in her. With the last ounce of my willpower, I tried to pull out.

“Haerin, I’m gonna…”

I only made it halfway. Haerin, who was still shuddering in orgasm, firmly pulled me back into her. That feeling of sliding my entire length back into her tight pussy was the end of it. I felt my cock swelling up, before I came hard, deep inside her.

As my cock jerked, shooting cum against the back walls of her pussy, her eyes snapped open. She could feel my warmth splashing into her.

“No, no, I’m not…oohhh…”

She writhed in orgasm again, while I emptied weeks’ worth of cum into her. Any thought of trying to pull out was forgotten. All I wanted to do was bury into her and fill her up. I came and came. Each jerk of my cock within her drew another small moan from her. Her pussy squeezed my cock tighter than any I had ever experienced.

“Oh my god....” she moaned softly.

I slumped down on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. We stayed like that for a while, until the last jerks of my cock and the last of her small shudders subsided, indicating that we’d ridden out our climaxes.

I lifted my head to look at her. She was beautiful- wide brown eyes, cheeks flushed, her hair a mess on her sweaty forehead. Through her white sleep shirt, I could see the outlines of her areolae and the tiny tents of her nipples. We looked at each other for quite a while, faces close together, then she shook her head in wonder.

“I can’t believe that just happened.”

Haerin looked down on our connection, where my cock was still buried inside her. Her pussy was overflowing with our mixed love juice, dripping and creaming around my cock.

“You cum inside me…” she said, quietly.

“I- I’m so sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, I stopped you from pulling out. I... I’ve never cum that hard before. It was… really good, I didn’t want it to end.”

“Me neither,” I said, and she let out a small laugh. As she did, her pussy squeezed me, milking another drop of cum from me.

I breathed out and lifted myself up, pulling my cock out of Haerin with a soft squishing noise. My cum dripped out from between her legs, and she reached down to catch it with her fingers. “Wow.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you always... cum this much? How does Minji take it all?”

The mere mention of Minji twisted my insides. “Oh, god…”

“Don’t feel bad. It was an accident.” Haerin was still on her back, legs spread, looking up at me, making no effort whatsoever to conceal her small, hairy, freshly fucked pussy. It was a beautiful sight.

“Yeah, An accident.” I said.

“No need to explain to either Minji or Yejun why you took your best friend’s virginity and pumped her pussy full of cum, especially when it wasn’t on purpose.”

“Oh fuck- Haerin, I…” In the rush of sensations, I had completely forgotten that I had taken her virginity.

She finally stood, barely reaching my collarbone. I couldn’t read her expression. Then she just pulled off her shirt, revealing her beautiful round, petite breasts that sat high on her chest, with brown nipples that looked perfect on her small tits. She slid her shorts down, revealing her pussy in all its glory. A line of cum is dripping down her legs.

“I’m going to need to shower.” She looked dead serious.

I couldn’t tell if she was angry, confused, sad, or… I was horrified to think I’d just ruined one of my longest friendships.

“Haerin, I…”

“Come join me.”

She took a step toward me and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back. In my dazed state, I hadn’t tucked my cock back into my boxers, and it was pressing into her mound. I was still wet from our combined juices. Haerin looked up at me. Tentatively as if we hadn’t just fucked, I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met in a spark of passion, we kissed with an open mouth as our tongues probing hungrily for each other, And as if it had been forever. Finally, we broke apart.

“Losing virginity to your best friend, that was the best way to lose my virginity I could have ever asked for.”

Haerin took my hand and led us to the bathroom before locking the door behind us.

“Never know when Yejun will be back,” she said softly.

Haerin turned on the shower. Undressing myself as I watched her outline in the mirror, her incredible ass, tight and perfect for her frame, and that pristine lips between her legs. She shivered after splashing water on her breasts to test their warmth.

“This place takes forever to turn on the hot water,” Haerin said.

I was zooning out, naked, half-hard, staring at her. “What?”

“Oh- just trying to figure out where we’re going from here.” I added.

“Don’t overthinking it. We will always love each other. One accident won’t change that. Besides, there’s something poetic about losing your virginity to the same person you had your first kiss with. Someone you can really trust.”

As she spoke, she stood close to me in this small bathroom. It was surreal having this conversation with your best friend, not to mention that both of us naked, having just fucked, cum still dripping out of her pussy. I started to get hard again, cursing myself for being this horny.

“Wow,” she said, looking down at my crotch.

“Already? You are insatiable.”

“I’ve just been wondering how you look naked, and here you are. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

Haerin grabbed my cock with her slender hand.

“Why do you think I wanted to shower with you?”

She got down on her knees, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes and her small mouth half-open. Slowly but surely, she reached out her tongue to lick my tip. A strand of our mixed juice trailed from her tongue.

“Haerin…”

“I’ve never given a blowjob, either,” she said thoughtfully, working her hands up and down my shaft. She circled the tip with her tongue.

“I assumed it would happen before I had sex. I definitely didn’t think I’d be licking my own cum off a cock that had just finished inside me,” she said.

She parted her lips and enveloped my cock in the warm wetness of her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my shaft several times, cleaning her pussy juices and mine off with her tongue. Then she pulled back, looking up at me while continued to jerk my cock.

“I can’t tell if this is you or me, but wow, we taste really good together.”

Before I could answer, she closed her lips around me again, gradually finding a rhythm as she sucked me. I stroked her hair, looking down at the beautiful sight before me, Haerin’s hair is a mess, sucking her best friend cock, her nipples protruded proudly from her pert breast. Her mouth felt almost as amazing as her pussy, and I soon found myself swelling with anticipation. She clearly felt it too as she took me out of her mouth and asked…

“Would you rather cum in my mouth or in my pussy?”

It was strange to hear her, the innocent, sweet, nerdy Haerin, talk like this.

“I didn’t realize you liked talking dirty.”

“You know me,” she said, smiling. “I’m a detail-oriented person.” She continued on sucking, demonstrating a surprising skill despite the fact that it’s her first time giving a blowjob.

She looked up at me and repeated her question.

“So, in my mouth or in my pussy?”

“Honestly I want to do both, but you know me, always indecisive… and God… it’s hard to think with your mouth is on me.”

Haerin stood up as the bathroom started to steam up.

“Think the water’s warm enough?” She asked, grinning.

She pulled me into the shower and our bodies intertwined under the water. I grabbed and kissed her hungrily, working my hands down her breasts, to her side, to her tight ass, pulling her close to me and pressing my cock against her. She lifted her leg onto the side of the bathtub, spreading herself to me. I got down on my knees and pressed my lips against her slit. She moaned in pleasure, but she turned my head, forcing me to look up at her.

“You don’t have to. I… I haven’t shaved.”

“I don’t care about that. Besides, Minji isn’t either.”

“Yeah,” Haerin said, inhaling as I planted a kiss on her nether lips. “I’ve seen the evidence…anhhh” Small moan escapes her lips.

“I want to taste you…”

That was the last word I said before I sank my tongue into her folds, working my way up to her clit and then back down, slowly. I slid a finger into her, pumping slowly in and out as I sucked and licked her clit. I’ve always loved the taste of pussy, and Haerin’s was no exception. As I finger-fucked her, I switched the up and down motion with my tongue to a circular motion, right on her clit.

“Enhhh god, please… just like that,” she whimpered.

“You’re gonna make me cum again... ahhh”

I kept up exactly like that, furiously tonguing her clit and driving my finger in and out of her. Her breath became heavier, and she pushed herself towards me, grinding hard against my mouth. I savored the taste of her tangy opening as she approached her second orgasm of the day.

Finally, with a great heaving sigh and a jerk of her body, she came. While her first orgasms had been hard and all-consuming, but relatively short, this one lasted longer, crashing like a slow wave. I held my mouth to her pussy and continued what I was doing until she stopped thrashing. She lifted me up and kissed me passionately.

“So, what do I taste like?” She asked smilingly.

“Hmm, you taste really good Haerin”

“Have you ever tried lemon zest?” I added.

“Mmm”

“You taste just like that,” I said, grinning.

She stood there for a moment, thinking about what I had just said, then she slapped my hand playfully, and we both burst out laughing.

I kissed her again, silencing her protest. She felt my cock nuzzled at her opening. She reached down and pump it up and down, stroking it up and down in a slow motion, we broke our embrace and she looked up at me. Water cascading down her breasts and dripping off her nipples.

“You didn’t cum in my mouth, and it seems that your dick made the choice for you. In my pussy it is.”

“Haerin. Once is an accident, twice is a choice,”

“Just for tonight, kay? I need you in me.” She said softly.

I slowly began to push in through her tight pussy lips, a thought crossed my mind and I looked at her.

“You’re not on birth control, are you?” She shook her head, kissing me again and spread her legs wider so I could go deeper into her. And deeper it went, I began to push deeper, faster, and harder over and over again as her pussy stretching to accommodate its intruder.

“I could have sworn you got bigger just now,” she whispered, a small moan escapes her lips with every thrust.

“Maybe I like cumming inside you without protection.”

“Ehm yeah? maybe I like that, too… Ahh”

I looked down at our connection, how her perfect lips split open by my grith. She was so unbelievably silky and wet, the perfect pussy that I would ravage forever if I had the chance. And I was bare inside her. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her pussy or her petite breasts, barely moving as I bottomed out in her again and again.

“Can I ask you something?” she panted between strokes.

“What?”

“Who... who feels better? Who do you like fucking more? Me or Minji?”

“That’s not fair,” I said. “Look who I’m inside of right now.”

Talking about Minji while fucking Haerin emphasized the forbidden feeling of it all. I could feel another orgasm rushing on, so I closed my eyes and tried to delay it.

“But if you had to say. And you can be honest.” She said.

“When I fuck Minji,” I said, slowing down my frantic thrusting.

“It’s amazing. She has the most incredible body, experienced, and knows exactly what to do to get me to cum. Sometimes I just enjoy burying myself in her pussy and feeling all of her around me”

“God, Haerin, you are so tight…” I stopped, holding my throbbing cock as far into her as it would go. Her eyes were mostly closed, savoring the feeling.

“Sometimes when I finish in her, she’ll reach down and taste me. Which just gets me going again. I have filled her up every different way. Just about every time you’ve seen her, she’s been full of me.” Haerin moaned at this, clenching me inside her.

“But you… it’s a whole different thing, fuck…” I growled.

I started to build up the pace, gripping her tighter as I pound her faster. Haerin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

We froze.

“Haerin? Are you in there?”

It was Yejun. He sounded tired. Haerin looked at me, unsure what to do.

“Nghh…yeah,” she called out. “I’m almost done.”

“Why are you showering this late?”

I could hear the wet squelch of her pussy even over the rushing water of the shower as I slid my cock in and out of her. She struggled to maintain her voice even as she responded.

“I- I was feeling… a little dirty…mmhh”

“Are you okay babe?” Yejun asked.

“Hmm… yeah… I- I just need a moment- nghh…”

I couldn’t hold out much longer. I whispered in her ear as I thrust into her “I’m going to cum.”

“Don’t cum too much,” Haerin warned in a low voice, pausing to gasp as I bottomed out in her. “You’re still going to need some for Minji tonight.”

“I’d rather use it all up in you.”

“Alright, I’m going to sleep,” Yejun said from outside.

He had no idea I was fucking his girlfriend for the second time ever, readying to burst my cum into her unprotected pussy, again. Haerin maintained eye contact with me as I sank deeper into her.

“I’ll come soon,” Haerin shouted to him, in a voice that I was sure sounded like she was being fucked. I looked down at her naked body, taking in the sight of her pink ravaged pussy and her firm tits, my thrusts increasing in intensity.

“Haerin…” That was all I could groan out before I pulled her tightly as I buried my cock as deep as it could go into her and burst my second load, painting her wall white as far as it could reach. I’m sure her womb is full of those small tadpoles by now.

Last time had been incredible for its novelty, but it had all happened so fast that I didn’t take it all in. This time, I looked down at her, eyes wide open in pleasure as she felt the warm of cum quickly filling her up. I pulled out halfway and pushed in again, watching, satisfied, as a glob of cum was pushed out around my cock, painting her lips white.

Haerin held me hard, flinching as she came down from her orgasm, while I fucked my last drops of cum into her. I was as far up her pussy as I could go and there was nothing between us. I looked down at her cum-filled pussy split open as I pulled out. Cum poured out of her and onto the floor of the shower.

She inserted two fingers into herself and pulled them out, covered in cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and let me watch as she licked them clean.

“Better than Minji?” She asked with a low voice. In response, I leaned in to kiss her, our two tastes mingling as our lips met.

We toweled off quickly and went our separate ways after one last kiss. The last thing I thought before falling asleep was “I hope we did a good enough job washing each other off and -- out of ourselves.

—

I woke up the next morning, groggily taking in my surroundings, it was sunny in my room. Minji’s bag was on the desk. I realized Minji must have gotten in and not woke me up, or worse, she’d tried to wake me up and I’d been too tired. Then I felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around my cock, which was rapidly hardening. I Recognize Minji’s incredible lips as she looked up at me, smiling around my cock.

“Good morning!” She was topless, her breasts hanging down enticingly.

“I’m so sorry, I was really sleepy last night” I said.

Minji ran her tongue up the length of my cock, slowly and thoughtfully. “You know you talk in your sleep, right?”

“What?” I asked.

“Well, usually you don’t, but you must have been very tired.” She punctuated her sentences with slow licks on my cock. “See, when I came in and got naked and tried to wake you up, you said the darnedest thing.”

Minji buried my cock in her mouth, deepthroating me until her nose was pressed against my pubic bone before pulling back out, lines of spit connecting her mouth to my shaft. I looked down at her, puzzled.

“Right around the time I got you into my mouth, you looked at me and said, A third time in one night.” As she said that, my stomach clenched

She climbed up the bed, angling my cock in between her folds. “I didn’t know what that meant, but then you said, If we keep this up, Haerin, I’ll have no cum left for Minji.” She sat down on my still-wet cock, letting me bury myself into her velvety pussy.

“At first, I thought it might just be a wet dream. But then I tasted your cock and wouldn’t you know it, I could swear you tasted... different.” She lifted off of me, angling my cock into her for maximum tightness, then slowly inched back down. My head was filled with competing emotions; I was turned on, guilty, horrified, and excited all at once.

“Minji…”

“Did you fuck Haerin?”

I didn’t know what to do or say, besides… “I’m sorry...”

She sped up on top of me, working my cock inside her as only she knew how. “I thought she was a virgin.”

“She... she was. The first time was an accident,” I regretted and cursed myself. After these words left my mouth. Why the hell did I have to say ‘the first time?’

“The first time was an accident huh...and the second?”

“It was- less of an accident…” This was crazy. What was going one? She didn’t seem to be mad, asking the questions in a matter-of-fact tone, as if we were having a simple conversation while I was fucking her.

“I’m guessing you didn’t wear a condom based on the taste she left on you.” I shook my head slowly. “Lucky her. She loses her virginity by having raw sex with her best friend. Did you cum inside her?”

I nodded. My cock throbbed inside Minji, edging closer to orgasm. We both felt it. She kept her pace, sliding her perfect pussy up and down my cock.

“She got three weeks’ worth of your cum. Was her pussy... overflowing?” she asked, again.

All I could do was nod, getting closer to my own orgasm, what the hell with all these questions anyway?

“Are you thinking about it right now? Picturing how she looked?”

“It’s- hard not to, when you asking about it… nghh fuck Minji”

“Are you gonna cum in me while thinking about Haerin?

In response, I pushed all the way into Minji and emptied the cum I had left up her pulsing canal. She moaned louder, grinding her clit hard against mine, and she cummed too. I held Minji close as my cock emptying itself inside her.

I noticed a movement near the door.

Haerin stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on the spot where Minji and I were joined: Minji on top in a cowgirl position, legs spread, my cock splitting her open with her ass facing the door. Haerin could see our connection where I was bottoming out deep insider her friend.

Minji saw where I was looking and turned around to see Haerin. Haerin flushed and backed away from the doorway, but Minji called out to her, “You can come in.” After a brief moment, Haerin’s head reappeared, beet-red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Mean to what?” Minji cut her off.

I was still hard inside Minji and I could feel drops of our cum running down creaming my shaft. Haerin tried hard not to look at it, but failed, miserably.

“You didn’t mean to watch, or you didn’t mean to fuck my boyfriend and take all his cum like a little slut?”

Haerin said nothing, mortified. I didn’t know what to say, either. Minji beckoned Haerin over to the bed, and she came hesitantly. She was wearing the same sleep shirt as last night, and her stiff nipples were clearly visible through it, maybe aroused by this all.

“Did you like watching us?” Minji asked and Haerin just nodded.

“Say it.”

“I liked watching,” Haerin said timidly.

“You liked watching what?”

Haerin swallowed nervously. “All of it. I liked... watching you... suck him off. I liked watching your pussy being pounded by him. I liked- watching… his cumming inside you.”

I was surprised to hear Haerin say that. The submissive side of her had taken over.

“Come here, you little slut.” Minji commanded.

Haerin got onto the bed, following her order. “Now I want you to taste our connection.” Haerin looked confused, so Minji clarified “Taste the place where he’s entering me.”

I was still rock-hard between Minji's lips. Haerin slid between my legs, looking directly at Minji's supple, round ass cheeks and her trimmed pussy around my cock. She tentatively reach oud her tongue to the underside of my cock. Slowly, she ran it up my shaft, gathering cum and Minji's cream on her tongue before reaching Minji's stretched pussy lips. She licked them up and around my cock, allowing me to feel her tongue on every pass. Minji breathed out slowly, clearly enjoying it.

“Now I want you to take him out of me and clean him off,” Minji said.

Haerin slowly reached out to grab my cock, which was slick with Minji's juices and my cum, and withdrew it from Minji with a soft squish. More of cum dripped on my cock. Haerin opened her mouth and leaned down take me in her mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” Minji said. “Keep it in your mouth.”

Haerin bobbed her head up and down, deliberately licking and sucking the wetness off my cock. Directly in front of her nose was Minji’s opening with cum dripping out slowly.

“Now put your mouth on my pussy and put it back in me.”

Haerin couldn’t reply, her mouth full, she looked hesitant. Minji rolled over, spreading her legs in front of Haerin.

“Haven’t you gotten enough of it? Put his cum back inside me.”

I was certain Haerin wouldn’t do it. Fucking me was one thing, eating Minji’s pussy was another. Would this new, submissive Haerin go for it? Still, she was holding the excess cum in her mouth, not swallowing it. She looked caught.

Minji absentmindedly rubbed her clit while waiting. Then, to my surprise, Haerin darted her mouth toward Minji's pussy, pressing her lips against it and reaching out her tongue to let the cum in her mouth dribble back into Minji's waiting hole. Minji moaned in pleasure.

“Keep going... make sure you get it all in...”

Haerin used her tongue to push the cum that had dribbled out of Minji’s pussy back in. She began to fuck Minji with her tongue, in and out of her sopping hole, tasting my cum every time she reached deeper into Minji. Minji closed her eyes, rubbing her nipples with one hand and using the other to press Haerin’s face into her womanhood.

I was rock hard again. Haerin was eating the cum out of Minji’s pussy, or, I guess, putting it back in. Was this a dream?

Minji writhed on the bed as Haerin continued lapping at her, bringing her tongue from the bottom of her pussy, where the cum had pooled, to the top, hungrily licking her clit. Minji gasped, her body rocked with waves of orgasm, and still Haerin kept going. I had never seen Minji orgasm from this angle, normally I was part of the process, and it was hot to see her body constrict in pleasure, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut. It was even hotter watching Haerin eat her out.

Finally, Minji pulled Haerin's face away from her, which was wet with spit and our mixed juices. Both girls were panting.

“Have you ever gone down on a girl before?” Minji asked. Haerin shook her head, wiping off her mouth. She looked dazed but horny. “You’re good at it.”

Minji looked over at me, at my cock, which was standing upright. “And after all that, he’s still ready.”

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” was all I could manage to say.

Minji sat up and pushed Haerin down onto the bed, on her back. Under the sleep shirt, Haerin was wearing a pair of grey panties that were fully soaked through. Minji pulled the panties down, revealing Haerin’s wet, drenched pussy. As Haerin spread her legs, I watched her pussy lips come unglued from each other, revealing pink folds inside.

Minji reached down, into her own pussy, scooping my cum onto her fingers. She reached over and sank those fingers into Haerin’s. She moaned, writhing on the bed.

“You don’t need the extra lubrication,” Minji said, reaching down to spread her wetness over my cock. “But it’ll get you started.”

Minji pulled my cock to Haerin’s opening. I adjusted myself on the bed, getting up so I was supporting myself over Haerin. Minji slowly rubbed my tip up and down Haerin’s sopping lips, before putting me between them. Haerin cooed in pleasure.

“Show me how you fucked her.”

As I sank into Haerin for the third time, I looked over at Minji. My girlfriend was watching with rapt attention as I bottomed out in Haerin’s pussy. Then I looked at Haerin, who stared up at me with wide eyes. My longtime best friend, the girl I adored, was open beneath me.

“Fill me up again,” Haerin whispered.

“Once is an accident, twice is a choice, but three times?” I asked.

“Three times is perfect.”

[hayw1res]

𖦹 ` 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝅄 ; synopsis : von lycaon is a true gentleman, he would never act on his selfish desires on his master. that is until mating season rolls around…

𝅄 ; warnings : 18+ , knotting , mating press , mentions of breeding “pregnancy and pups” , p in v , unprotected sex , light predator x prey , slight dubcon but everything is consensual , animalistic urges , slight fluff at the end

𝅄 ; a/n : my first fic on this account, i do hope you enjoy! my requests are open of course. not proofread ; sorry for any errors!

NEW ERIDU, is home to many individuals and home to many different factions. One of those being Victoria Housekeeping . You found yourself at the mercy of those individuals from time to time, especially the ever so proper Von Lycaon. A gentleman through and through , who isn’t afraid of protecting his dear master from the depths of the hollows where you often find yourself after conducting research.

Now, you knew better not to get too involved in any of his personal business, but when he sent a sudden notice of absence it worried you. Why on earth would he need to leave? For how long? What was wrong with him? You had to know, as his close friend and well.. esteemed patron. That’s what lead you to meet at the place you knew would have your answers. Strangely enough, none of the girls were home either, not even Ms Alexandrina.

It sent a shiver down your spine as you crept through the empty halls, it was silent..eerie. It was almost perfect for their faction at least but even for them this seemed a little far fetched. A little too silent for your liking. You could hear the way your heel clicked and clacked against the concrete floor beneath you. It was dark, the sun set a while ago..the moon shined bright through one of the cracked windows, the cold hair caused your hairs to raise and goosebumps to form. Why was everything suddenly so much scarier?

You just needed to find Lycaon and deliver the basket of treats you made for him , to hopefully quell whatever illness he described in his latest message as to why he had to be distant for a while. You turned the corner, only a few feet away from the room of the wolf thiren when you heard a growling. It pierced through your ears as the only thing breaking the eerie silence, that and now your increased heartbeat. You gasp, It sounded like he was in pain.. you didnt want him to feel pain anymore! You were just here to help.

You pick up the pace almost speed walking to his door, it was locked. You turn the handle again and again, calling out to him to let you in! To let you cure his sickness. Oh how naive and ignorant you are. The wolf was no longer the pristine and well groomed man you usually met , but more an untamed beast of pure and undeniable lust. The door swung open, almost off its hinges as he towered above you. Did he get taller? His chest was exposed, his once clean attire was discarded in rags behind him. He panted , his fangs almost dripping in saliva as he looked at you like you were his meal.

You didnt know why your legs burned as you ran away from the beast, you didn’t even know why you were running to begin with. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, no less giving you a lead. You knew Lycaon could catch up to you if he truly wanted to. But this wasn’t Lycaon this was someone—something else. You blanked, which way did you come from? Where were you? You made the mistake of standing idle while an animal hunted you. His breathing was ragged in your ear as his clawed hand tightened around you waist yet he didnt hurt you, in fact it was the opposite.

“Stay.” He finally spoke, his voice was almost unrecognizable as the rest of his appearance. His fur was unkept, his eyes were almost completely black as he stared down at you..but the small part of him was still there- that still wanted to protect you, his master. He knew exactly how to, he knew how to protect you from everyone else, everyone who wasn’t him—every other thiren or human out there who dared to claim you. No. He would do it first before them all.

Completely compromised, you’re almost forced in position with your face touching the hard cold floor and his hands forcibly tearing apart your garments. You squeal, you try and break free and tell Lycaon to calm down! Your pleads fall deaf to his ears, the only sense he can make out is your scent. Arousal, fear.. it was a deadly mix for a wolf, it made him crave you more. His hands were somehow soft against your plush skin, playing with the fat of your thighs as he forced your body in every position he could until he was satisfied. You couldn’t help but feel your core leak at the sight of him when you’re finally on your back. His cock was large and swelling, pulsing over your entrance as he tried to hold back every urge he could until he knew you were ready.

His long digits found way into your core, it stun as he dragged them in and out, you knew you needed more than this you needed him. “Ly—Lycaon” You’d call, forcing him to throw out every thought telling him to take his time. You needed him as he needed you, and who was he to deny his master their desire? He almost couldn’t resist when your walls clamped around his thick member, his saliva dripped down onto your exposed chest- coating your mounds with the liquid as his hand came up to massage it in. His pace began slowly, he still cared of course. You could feel everything, every thrust, every twitch—you could feel it all.

Gradually he sped up, he started to thrust at an unforgiving pace, his moans breathless and mixing with your downright pornographic voice, he never felt so much pleasure in his life—all that buildup truly meant something now that he can unload everything he had into you, yes, yes hed give you his all. He would fill you to the brim and get you nice and pregnant with his kin—with his pups. You could do that right?

“you-you will mother..mother my kin—wont you master?” He purred, his tongue lapping at your neck as he started to fuck you like an animal- like the beast he truly was. You could barely speak back, your brain was practically mush at this point. You could only cling to the little you could as your poor cunt got abused by his unforgiving pace. His knot began to swell against the base of his cock, you could feel it prodding at your entrance— no, you couldn’t take this! Not when you could barely take his cock. That didn’t matter to Lycaon though, you would take it whether you liked it or not. His hands came to your thighs yet again but this time to force them beside your head, your teary eyed fucked out face only urged him on.

“yes—yes! take my knot.. my beloved-! my master—please, please let me in..” He’d growl before biting down on your neck , you scream as you feel that familiar burst of energy shock through you- the slick from your cum and arousal created the perfect substance for his knot to slide inside of you..filing you to the brim with his cum. He licked at your neck as his tail wagged behind him furiously.. he finally found someone suitable for his kin.. for his love..for his desires to be fulfilled.

He couldn’t let you go now, not even long after he calmed down. In reality, he was terrified on seeing you now that he was in the right state of mind..what an idiot he was. “Master—I deeply apologize for my behavior. This is why I notified everyone about the full moon” His voice made you chuckle, of course.. the damn moon. “Master-?” He called again, afraid he may have broken you. You surely were “broken” at least that’s how your body felt.

“Lycaon”

“Yes Master-?”

“Carry me to bed”

“Of course..I am at your service”

[awkward-walking-potato]

Claws and Whiskers

Sequel - Claws paws and whiskers

What happens when you bring a cat home to logan.

wolverine x reader

My inbox is open to requests for any X-men

The day you brought the cat home, you weren't entirely sure how Logan would react. The little furball had shown up at your door one rainy afternoon, a scrappy-looking tabby with a fierce attitude and a pair of bright, defiant eyes. It reminded you of someone you knew all too well.

Logan was out when you arrived with the cat tucked into your jacket. As you dried the little creature off and set up a makeshift bed in the corner of the living room, you could already picture the scowl on his face. Logan wasn’t exactly known for being a cat person—or much of an animal person, for that matter.

When Logan finally walked through the door, his boots thudding heavily against the wooden floor, the cat immediately bolted under the couch, hissing as it went.

Logan raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and the couch. “What the hell is that?”

“His name is Scratch,” you said, trying not to laugh at the irony of the situation. “I found him outside. He’s staying with us for a while.”

Logan crossed his arms, his expression dubious. “You sure that’s a good idea? Looks like he’s ready to tear my face off.”

“He’s just scared. Give him some time,” you said, moving closer to place a hand on Logan’s arm. “Besides, I think you two have more in common than you realize.”

Logan snorted, but didn’t argue. “Right. I’ll be in the garage if you need me. And try to keep that thing from scratching up my bike.”

The first few days were tense. Scratch seemed to go out of his way to avoid Logan, glaring at him from across the room or darting out of sight whenever Logan entered. Logan, for his part, gave the cat plenty of space, though you caught him grumbling under his breath more than once when Scratch knocked something over or decided to use the corner of the couch as a scratching post.

But despite their rocky start, you noticed small changes over time. Logan would leave the room with a plate of food, only to return later with the plate empty and Scratch sitting suspiciously close by. He started talking to the cat in his gruff, no-nonsense way, like he was trying to make a point about something important. And Scratch, ever the stubborn little creature, would sit there with his tail flicking, pretending not to care.

One evening, you came home late from work, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed. As you walked into the living room, you froze, the sight in front of you almost too good to be true.

There, on the sofa, Logan was stretched out with one arm draped over his eyes, fast asleep. And curled up on his chest, purring softly, was Scratch. The cat’s tiny body rose and fell with Logan’s steady breathing, his claws kneading gently against Logan’s shirt as if he had finally found a safe place to rest.

You couldn't help but smile as you quietly set your things down and moved closer. The sight of the two of them together—both tough and rough around the edges, but undeniably soft when it mattered—warmed your heart. You leaned down to brush a kiss against Logan’s forehead, careful not to disturb him.

Logan stirred slightly, his arm slipping from his eyes as he blinked up at you. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Late,” you whispered back, your fingers running through his hair. “I see you two have made peace.”

Logan glanced down at the cat, a small, almost sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, well… turns out he’s not so bad.”

You chuckled softly. “I knew you’d come around. You’re more alike than you think.”

Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, his hand coming up to gently scratch behind Scratch’s ears. The cat responded with a deep, contented purr, snuggling closer into Logan’s chest.

You watched them for a moment longer before straightening up. “Come on, let’s get you both to bed.”

“Nah,” Logan murmured, settling back into the couch. “We’re good here. You go ahead.”

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, leaning down to kiss him again, this time on the lips. “Goodnight, Logan. Goodnight, Scratch.”

As you walked down the hall to your bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. Logan might have been tough as nails, with a lifetime of scars to prove it, but there was no denying the softness he kept hidden beneath all that gruff exterior. And Scratch—well, he was just a cat. But in some strange, wonderful way, he had managed to find a place in both your hearts.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that the three of you—claws, fangs, and all—were exactly where you were meant to be.

[black-dhalias]

Hello? Are you willing to write about Jasper Hale x human female reader where they keep having inappropriate thoughts about each other and Edward cannot stand it any longer? It is completely okay if you are not interested in writing such a thing. Have a nice day :)

Lacks Control

Jasper Hale X Human!F!Reader Warnings: contains/mentions sexual content, light swearing

In most ways, you thought similarly to most humans and thought you understood how the world worked. You knew that there were balances in place, checks that keep the universe from overreaching a little too far. You believed in energies, and how people interact with each other often impacts what they receive unto themselves. You were absolutely sure that you understood yourself, but that was a year ago--before the Cullens arrived in Juneau, Alaska. Your home.

It was before Jasper arrived.

Now, a year later, you could hardly believe how different things have become; in many ways, you don't see the world in the same way. You see the world as brighter, and intense, and more mysterious than its made out to be. You glance at the alarm clock, shocked to see only minutes left--the night got away from you faster than you expected. It felt like you had just laid down, and now slanted morning light is streaming in from the partially open window—unbelievable.

You hardly understood what you heard that night, and if they wouldn't have reacted so brashly—you probably would have written it off, and left without another thought.

However, upon hearing Rosalie, Emmett, and Bella talking about Jasper's control—you almost left right there, but no—they kept talking. They said too much to just write off, and when they turned that corner to see you pale white pressed against the wall. They realized just how much you had heard, and its not like they could just make you forget—so there. That's how you found out the newest members of Juneau community were vampires, and that humans knowing their secret is not exactly accepted.

Despite Jasper being the topic of conversation that night, his control specifically, you almost forgot it entirely every time you saw him. Admittedly, Jasper was terrifying and in the right lighting, his scars were very visible even to a human. His eyes were often dark, and his expression stoic and tight. Most of the time, you tried to avoid him entirely, but being near him was exhilarating. It felt like gravity pressing against you, everything impossible, felt possible.

Now that left you in a precarious position, with an undeniable attraction to probably the most lethal Cullen.

Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, half the time you were in the same room with him—all you could think about was the possibility of undressing him. Images of your fingers dragging down his body, and it wasn't like you had to use your imagination—you had caught him changing once and that was it. All the fuel your mind needed to keep you interested, practically drooling at the thought.

"Darling?" You hmm, sitting up straight in your seat, you mentally curse yourself for letting your mind wander so far. Remember that whole thing about how you thought you were normal before, now you know you think differently because who else loses time like this? Who else could go from their home, all the way to their University; just thinking, just itching to think about him.

Once more, his eyes were in that in-between shade—not exactly amber, but not bright either like his unofficial siblings. You were shocked at the beginning of the semester when he walked into this class, because what was a vampire doing at the University of Southeast Alaska? No reason, but Jasper must had his because it takes a real psychopath to spend their time in an Animal Physiology class. Yet Jasper fit right in, and you have to admit the company is much nicer than others might think.

However, it was also incredibly distracting and in some distasteful ways, you spent the better half of class time enamored by him. His thick southern drawl, the way his blonde curls moved when he spoke, but especially with his hands. God, what else can those hands do? Per usual though, you feel warmth spread to your cheeks and look at your hands, you really need to get a handle on yourself if you plan on passing this class.

"Yes?" You ask, practically cursing the very ground you walk as you pretend to scribble down some notes on the cellular makeup of artic mammals—only it wasn't information the professor was saying, but rather verbatim notes of the last line you wrote. In fact, it is the same thing you've written at least ten times on the paper, but you just couldn't help your wandering mind.

"Class ended five minutes ago..." You perk, eyes widening as you look around the room and see that no one else is here. Just you... slowly, your eyes turn to Jasper. And him. Just you and him.

Perhaps his words shouldn’t have affected your demeanor, or maybe it had more to do with being alone with him, but something inside you snapped. Not only did you clearly feel an urge to take his face in between your palms and kiss him—you also had the inherent urge to bury your face into your arms and hope you got sucked away.

“Fantastic…” You kind of murmur into your skin, before sitting up with a sharp inhale and glancing over at the smirking Texan. His accent always seemed so out of place in Alaska, his honey like drawl always stood out when he spoke. It’s what got your attention in the first place, you couldn’t help yourself when you heard it.

You shut your notebook, sliding it into your bag with your laptop and pens—zipping it before Jasper tossed it over his shoulder. This was the routine, he showed up and you spent more than half of class imagining a million different ways you could take him on the desk.

Was that wrong? You hardly think it’s a good thing, but when you glance over at him. The way he held open your doors, and always close enough to catch you if your feet bumped each other. How could you not have those kinds of thoughts?

“Carlisle and Esme are still asking when you’re coming over again?” You hmm, before looking forward again—processing what he said, it just always takes a second.

“Oh yeah, we can head there now. I don’t have anything to do today.” If you weren’t too busy trying to ignore the throb of your chest, you would have seen the smile. The one that Jasper only reserved for you.

“Well then, after you…” Jasper holds open the door, letting you pass before leading you towards his car.

The Cullens were happy when you came around, Alice had told Jasper that he’d find someone eventually. She knew you were coming, but no one knew the effect it would have on him. The way he seemed to control himself, he didn’t feel like a runaway train anymore. The way Jasper seemed to smile more often, especially when he spoke of you.

“Y/N!” Esme exclaims as you enter the Cullen home, embracing you close as she smiles brightly. She always seemed so excited to see you, more than the others—what you didn’t know, was she had wished more than anything for Jasper to have someone. They all had their person, and well, finding you just fit into the puzzle so well. “Oh it’s so good to see you.”

You follow after her, Jasper watching as you go before heading into the living room. While he knew you’d be preoccupied for the time being, he couldn’t help, but sit in a spot where he could see you.

Today you seemed extra beautiful, not just beautiful—ravishing. You weren’t doing anything different, but something about the way you were looking at him earlier. If he were human, his heart would have been racing and his breath caught up.

What did you look like naked? The thought caught him off guard, it piqued his interest as he admired you from afar. Jasper did his best to not rush into things, to let you take the lead when it came to your relationship.

Did you have any birthmarks? He wondered how long it would take to count every freckle and mark upon your skin, if he could kiss each and every one. He’d even been in the room with you before, when you decided to stay over and you changed into some of his clothes. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to look.

You could feel his eyes on you, even from across the room. Even as Esme spoke to you so earnestly about something, you glanced over.

Jasper seemed to be looking at you, but also into you—you could feel the intensity. The sensation of him, again thoughts from class came to mind.

What would it feel like to be between a wall and his body? You purse your lips, trying not to linger on the thought—but they seem to always come in twos. And if you were, what would he do? God you wanted to know so bad… To feel what it felt like to be under him, pleading with him to take you right there.

“That’s it!” Jasper moves quickly as Edward appears at the bottom of the stairs, “You two need to go!” It wasn’t angry, but Jasper was at your side.

“Edward?! What’s wrong?”

“These two! They need to go, I can’t take another minute of them having mind sex.”

Your eyes widen, looking over at Jasper who seems to be looking everywhere except at you.

“You could just—not read our minds?” Edward shakes his head at your assertion, pushing you both towards the door.

“Nope. Your thoughts are too loud to just ignore.”

“I-” Edward gives a final shove out the door, as you bump into Jasper. Feeling his hand brace against your waist, steadying you as the mind reader gives a smile.

“Go to their house. And, think whatever thoughts you want. Just not here.” The door shuts and you look over at Jasper, then away as quickly as possible. Cheeks flushed warm.

Perhaps you should have saw that coming, Edward practically avoided you like a plague when you were over.

“So mind sex, huh?” You groan, glancing up at Jasper—the playfulness of his tone suppressing the obvious curiosity you note in his eyes.

“It takes two…” His smile broadens as he unlocks the car door, “Two people.”

.

.

.

“Whatever you say, darlin’…”

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesongfics.

Heat Waves

August Prompt: Heat Waves by Glass Animals (2020) | Word Count: 1500 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: There's a Heat Wave in Hawkins, Eddie POV, Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Pining, Voyeurism, Masturbation

It's fucking hot. 

The fan is doing very little to keep up with this unbearable heat wave they're going through this summer. It's hotter than balls, and Eddie is absolutely certain it has something to do with the after effects of Vecna. Like cracking open the earth somehow unleashed the heat straight from hell itself. It's undeniable that this area of Indiana is ten or more degrees hotter this summer than the surrounding areas, and honestly, watching the meteorologists bend over backwards trying to explain the cause of it is often hilarious.

There is no explanation they are ever gonna come up with that makes any sense, but god bless 'em for continuing to try.

Eddie is laying in his bed, listening to music on his headphones, because the neighbors are far too eager to call the cops on him these days. So, Wayne gently suggested the headphones, and for Wayne, Eddie obliged. Tonight, it's just him and Iron Maiden, as he lays in his boxers, hair damp with sweat. Even now, in the middle of the night, the temperature inside the trailer is nothing short of miserable. 

The scars on his side are tight, and no matter how much lotion he rubs into them, he still worries that they are always gonna be this way. Feel this way. Look this way.

Just. Be this way.

At least no one will see him here in the dark.

Wayne's at work, Henderson's surely at home in bed, and Steve is gone for the night. 

Steve's here a lot, too much probably for Steve's sanity, but Eddie isn't about to shoo him away. No fucking way. But he doesn't blame him for not wanting to stay all night in a trailer with very little air movement. It's a hot box. 

The government is supposed to do better, this is allegedly just temporary, but Eddie knows better. They brushed them off into a trailer that's worse than the one that was ripped apart, and this is exactly where they'll stay.

He's sure of it.

Temporary his ass.

But he doesn't expect Steve to suffer through it, too. Not when he has a big empty house, with all that expensive central air.

Steve tried to get him to come back to his house, but Eddie hasn't done that since his parents showed up unannounced on weekend and freaked the fuck out that Eddie Munson, Murderer, was on their couch.

Assholes.

It's a goddamn miracle that Steve isn't one, at least not anymore. Maybe not ever. Eddie isn't sure. Not now. He always thought King Steve was the asshole, but maybe, just maybe, Eddie was the asshole. Maybe they both were, in different ways. Eddie can't decide what's true.

Eddie thinks about Steve all the time. Sometimes he's all Eddie thinks about. He shouldn't. He knows that. They're friends, and that's a miracle in itself. Even if Steve did have an interest in guys, Eddie's sure he's not Steve's type. Especially not now that he's damaged goods.

The fan blows across his body, back and forth, and his one remaining nipple comes to attention with the breeze. Eddie isn't even sure why. It's not cold in here, but he still rubs his thumb across it.

It feels good, and he doesn't take for granted that he can feel anything at all there. Not now.

His dick stirs, and it's too fucking hot for that. Unless he wants to go take a cool shower, and he really doesn't want to move from right where he is. Not tonight.

But his cock hardens, trapped against his thigh, and he slides his hand under the waistband of his boxers, pulling his cock upwards. Wrapping his hand around it loosely. Jacking slowly, eyes closed. He doesn't intend to take this anywhere, not really, but if he can just show it a little half-assed attention, maybe it'll settle down.

Lazy stroke, after lazy pull, and before he knows it, he's edging himself towards a slow, easy orgasm, even if his hand is way too fucking dry, and this wasn't how he intended on this going.

But it feels good, so he keeps it up. Loose grip, slow strokes. He prefers not to rub any additional skin off of his body, thanks. He's lost enough, as is.

He thinks about Steve. How it'd feel if it was his hand instead, breathing out his name, "Steve."

And that's when he hears it, a whine.

Eddie's eyes snap open, and Steve is standing in the shadows of the doorway.

He's a mirage. The heat wave faking him out.

But he's not shimmering. He's not moving an inch. Eddie can barely see him at all, just the familiar outline.

"Steve?" Eddie finally chokes out, voice scared, as he pulls his headphones off his ears and down around his neck.

"Yeah," Steve says, "it's me. Sorry. I was staring."

Eddie laughs. He was staring. Eddie wasn't gonna mention it, but if he wants to bring it up, that's fine.

"Never seen a man jerking it before?" Eddie asks, not pulling his hand out of his boxers. His dick is still hard, and very interested in the man in front of him.

Steve licks his lips, and Eddie's dick jumps against his palm, "Yeah. Sure. Just. Not you."

"Well, I'm only a man," Eddie says, slowly pulling his hand upwards, going to stop touching himself with Steve in the room, when Steve startles him.

"No. Don't."

"Don't?" Eddie questions, hand stilled. "You want to watch?"

Steve nods.

Fucking hell.

Eddie's not shy, but this is brand new territory, even for him. Letting his friend watch him finish jerk off is nothing he's ever dreamed of before.

Eddie rubs his palm over the head of his dick, gathering up the precum there, trying to help the glide in any way he can.

His eyes are still on Steve, and Steve's own palm is crushed against his jean-clad crotch. Goddamn. 

Eddie strokes himself, lazily, keeping eye contact with Steve. Steve's sweating, drops running down his forehead. This is the hottest thing that's ever happened to Eddie, and it's not even close. 

Steve's rubbing himself through his jeans, and his dick looks fucking huge, at least from here. Eddie wants to see it, touch it, taste it. Get fucked by it. Stroke it while he fucks Steve. Any of it. All of it. If he'd only be allowed,

And as much as Eddie wants to see Steve stand there stroking himself while fully-clothed until he comes in his goddamn jeans from watching him, Eddie wants more.

Eddie makes a decision, he tugs down his boxers, freeing his cock from the fabric confines. Showing all of himself to Steve. His scarred hips, his hard cock, all for Steve.

Steve's eyes are glued to him, watching as Eddie holds onto the base of his dick, cupping his balls, holding everything for Steve to see. 

"Goddamn," Steve breathes out.

"I've shown you mine," Eddie says, with a bravery he didn't know he had. He must be delirious from the heat, "Wanna show me yours?"

Steve's nodding, popping the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper, wiggling the tight denim down his thighs, taking his briefs with them.

Oh, fuck.

He's everything Eddie wished he might be, and more. 

"Look at you," Eddie says, "Can I touch?"

And that's all it takes, Steve is shimmying across the room, kicking off his shoes, getting fully undressed as Eddie yanks his boxers off, doing the same.

Then, Steve's naked body is covering his. His mouth finding Eddie's, tongue immediately sliding inside, as if they've been doing this together forever.

Eddie moans, hands rubbing up and down Steve's back, his ass, and they're both covered in a light sheen of sweat. Slick as they rub against each other, rutting their hard cocks skin-to-skin. Desperate. Hot.

This is a whole 'nother level of horny. Eddie's never felt like this in his whole life. He feels drunk, stoned, fucked up on this man who's rubbing off on him.

Eddie cups his ass cheek, squeezing, before brushing the tips of his fingers against Steve's asshole, and Steve bucks against him, coming.

Oh, fuck. They are gonna have so much fun together.

Steve leans back, and rubs his palm through his own come, and then wraps his fist around Eddie's dick, and starts jerking him off in earnest. Eddie can't decide what to look at. His own cock, being worked over by Steve. Steve's face. Or Steve's softening dick, laying against his thigh, thick and wet.

It's all so fucking good.

Steve twists his wrist, and Eddie comes, hips lifting off the bed.

And Steve smiles, laying back down on him. It's too hot for that, way, way too hot, but Eddie says nothing. He just rubs his fingers up and down Steve's slick back.

They're gonna need a shower, and soon. But right now, Eddie'll suffer through the heat wave to have this wet dream of a moment together.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiesongfics and follow along with the fun! 🎶

[kaciidubs]

KACII DARLING ARE U SEEING WHAT IM SEEING ?

I JUST REALISED HE ISNT WEARING A SHIRT ITS JUST A FUCKING NECK PILLOW… AND THE BARE FACE AND HIS HAND I CAAAAANNNNNTTTTT *sobs*

No but imagine your laying down with him and he wants to watch his anime and you’re just laying on his chest kissing his pretty self while he tries to concentrate 🥹

My darling, I'm seeing ALL OF THIS AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! I didn't even realize he was shirtless, I thought the thing around his neck was a black tank top, omg

-

"Let me know if the TV's too loud, yeah?"

You hummed tiredly in acknowledgement, tucking yourself further against his side as he tugged the blanket up your bodies.

It was the perfect recipe; you, your boyfriend, a fan blowing a gentle breeze (to save you from your living space heater of a boyfriend), and a show playing in the background to aid in lulling you to sleep.

When Chris mentioned wanting to catch the newest episode of the anime he was watching on release, you agreed with no qualms. You watched a few episodes with him from time to time, but it wasn't one of your main shows so you didn't mind missing out on the current release for the sake of catching up on some much needed sleep.

Though, when the intro theme started playing through the speakers, and Chris's gentle hums vibrated through his chest, you found yourself woefully slipping further away from actually falling asleep.

Yes, you were tired, exhausted even, but your brain refused to let go of the fact that you were laying in bed with your boyfriend - not quite a rarity, but the current trend of going to sleep before he was home due to their comeback did do a number on your sleeping habits.

Peeking an eye open, you figured you could at least watch a few scenes of the show to tire your brain out, but as the minutes passed like hours you could tell it wasn't what you needed, what you wanted.

You needed to sleep, but you wanted to spend time with your insanely busy boyfriend.

Huffing softly, you allowed yourself to fall into that mood, albeit a bit selfishly, as you tilted your head up with a pout. "Channie."

He turned his head almost immediately, eyebrows furrowed at the whine in your tone, "Hm? What's wrong - is it too loud?"

A hum of disagreement floated pat your lips, "No, I just... Can I have a kiss?"

It took him a second to register your words, but when he did a small smile grew on his face, "Baby, you didn't have to ask, come here."

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, lingering in the embrace for a moment before pulling away - at least, he would have if it weren't for your left hand cupping his jaw, a short whine escaping you.

"More?"

Your tired plea made him chuckle, lidded eyes gazing at you with undeniable love, "Yes, you can have more, baby."

He couldn't care less about the episode going on without his attention, not when your lips were on his again; soft and warm, simply lingering against his own until you decided to add another peck to the mix.

You both stayed like that for god knows how long, existing in your little bubble until you pulled away for a yawn to escape, Chris chuckling at your obvious dismay at the interruption.

"Go to sleep, princess," he hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaning his cheek on the crown of your head, "I'll kiss you extra in the morning, yeah?"

Your hand slipped to his bare chest, fingers lightly tapping at his collarbone as you nodded as much as you could in his embrace, "Mhm... G'night, baby."

"Good night, love."

[unedited]

[windvexer]

Maybe this is a dumb baby question but, How do you know if a spell works? I’m investigating different practices and all the spells are like… focus, luck, etc, like things that are supposed to either influence my interior state or encourage certain events to occur. But I can’t help but think that if magic was “real” it could do things that are obvious or immediately observable. Have you ever done anything you think was undeniably magic? How did you know?

Not a dumb baby question.

It works if it works! And you can test this.

Broadly speaking we can divide all practical sorcery into two categories: verifiable and unverifiable.

It's really hard to know if an unverifiable spell works. E.g., a spell for focus could often be explainable by the placebo effect. (Or, this lovely Guardian Animal Shielding exercise, which is a fun and relaxing thing to do).

But a verifiable spell is something that you should be able to test and see if your magic did or didn't work.

A good way to find sources of verifiable magic in your life is to observe relatively stable patterns in your own life which have been going on for months, and then cast a spell to directly change it.

An example might be always getting a bad parking spot at work - and then trying to get a very good parking spot.

Either you get to work and have a great place to park even though the whole lot is normally full, or you don't. The spell worked, or it didn't.

Yes, I've worked magic that is obvious and immediately observable. I've worked so much of it and some of it is so miraculous that I don't talk about it publicly because practitioners have a lot of hangups about what kind of magic they think is allowed to exist.

But more importantly I think that while wanting magic to be real, and sorcery to work, are very valid, just chasing that realness alone is probably going to lead you to a path of misery. Here are some of my thoughts on this: On witchcraft as spirituality

Here are some random stories:

At one time there were many arguments in the household due to home renovations (stressful!). I cast a spell to cause one person in the household to be more mindful of the situation. I cast the spell and stepped outside of my practice space. That person was, surprisingly, in the yard and started asking me questions about the exact issue I had just cast on. We ended up having a very long conversation and after that the arguments stopped.

Some years ago the neighbor was causing horrible ruckus and giving my partner awful anxiety, as he could clearly hear it through the old, thin window. I found a bit of thread and "tied up" the neighbor's loud sounds into a knot, and weighted it down with a rock on the windowsill. At this time I wasn't living with my partner, so I came back some weeks later to see the knot. I thought I'd get rid of it, but when I moved the rock my partner stopped me.

"You know what's strange? After you put that there, the neighbor stopped being loud."

I looked at the disrupted rock, which was to "weigh down" the spell, and immediately the neighbor started yelling. I put the rock back, and about 30 minutes later he piped down again and stayed quiet.

Years later, after many calls to the police from many people in the neighborhood with no traction at all, I used the Justice tarot card in a spell and that neighbor was permanently removed from the home within a couple of weeks.

At one time, I was trying to do a distance energy reading for someone. But something was wrong; I couldn't see clearly. In fact it looked like they were consumed by a black void... then presently a lighter blue color was around the blackness, then white, then dark blue. It was no energy I was familiar with and I double-checked with the person that they had no magical protections to stop me from Seeing them.

"Oh, the only ward I didn't take down was my nazar." 🧿🧿🧿🧿

I have Very Silly Tendons, and in the morning I usually have a painful limp for several minutes until my foot stretches out. That is, of course, unless I remember to do a very simple energy exercise the night before. Then my foot is as loose and supple as a bowl of buttered noodles.

Once, I cast a spell using the planetary energies of Mercury in order to secure a good deal on a used van. I put in very specific requirements, and asked that if I tried to buy a van that didn't meet these requirements, that the elementals would stop me and not let the deal go through. Immediately after I cast the spell I found a van which was disqualified from the list, but I reallllly wanted it. I contacted the Craiglist seller, who didn't respond for a couple of days, but the listing stayed up.

The next morning my friend contacts me. She says she had a dream that yellow tornadoes came and told her to give me a message; that I was making a mistake.

Well if you know Mercury, then you know yellow airy energies are really his thing.

I immediately set up the spell again, retracted my requests, and apologized for going against what I said I wanted.

The seller contacted me within the hour, and I got the van.

[f10werfae]

Shy!Reader being an absolute clingiest baby ever.

She tightly holds onto Lumberjack! Henry's Tshirt while she's asleep, never lets him go away even in deep sleep 🥹

Mine, Mine and Mine

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x pregnant!Reader

- - -

“Baby bun what’s wrong? Wanna tell daddy what’s wrong?” Henry cooed using his newfound nickname, ever since he managed to knock his wife up, with twins. His hand settled underneath the white vest she was wearing, drumming gently on top of her enlarged stomach as she whined and whimpered; nuzzling her head into his big burly chest.

Turning her body sideways, she cuddled into her husband as best as possible, his hand moving from her stomach to gently rubbing over her ass after-all her lower half was completely bare. Bar a pair of blue fluffy Christmas socks from months ago. Henry absolutely loved when his sugar cube would turn to mush, wanting nothing more than to be held and smothered with love and affection, just like him sometimes

“I-I missed y-you” She whined kissing up his neck, even sucking a few small love-bites on all her favourite places on his neck, her eyes all big and her lips puckered already begging him for one of their routine kissies. Henry could already feel his cock twitch at the mere desperation she was showing, her hands fisting his shirt tightly, her legs intertwined with his as she tried her best to reach up and kiss his lips. “Aww is my baby butt, feeling all whiney and needy, God pregnancy just makes you that much more adorable”

“J-just kiss me already, p-please?” She wiggled frustratingly before humming in satisfaction as Henry leant down and fully planted his lips on hers, his thick wet tongue parting her lips and mingling with hers, their kiss turning slobbery and wet within seconds. Y/n’s giggles filled the room as she squealed each time he’d nibble on her lips, clearly enjoying the attention she was getting from her grump of a husband, who undeniably loved her attention too.

“Mm so tasty honey” Henry teased pecking her lips one more time before pulling away with a large smacking sound, Y/n’s eyes all dazed and hazy as she laid she head back onto her pillow happily; nuzzling her head into it cutely as her body shuffled closer to Henry’s (if that was even possible from how close they already were)

“S-sorry if i’m a bit n-needy Hen” She whispered tracing his nose bridge, smiling gently as he playfully bit her finger and wouldn’t let it go like a wild animal. “Don’t you ever apologise for makin’ me feel loved sugar butt, I need you as much as you need me, and these mini sugar cubes in here is proof of that” He replied kissing two fingers before pressing it onto the top of her stomach affectionately; Y/n’s heart instantly warmed and she swore she felt literal butterflies at the pit of her stomach, or was that just the twins giggling for her?

“Now come on it’s nearly two am, if you wanna sunbathe at the beach I told ya about, then get to sleep mama” He chuckled watching as her eyelids started to blink more, a sign her fatigue was starting to catch up to her, her fists still holding onto his shirt, not letting him go once through the night. He was her anchor and he was her home 🫶

—————- The Next day

“W-wait I need you t-to do my back” Y/n smiled passing Henry her coconut scented sunscreen, feeling him undo the knot of her bikini top, without worry as this was a private beach Henry had discovered himself a while ago on one of his trips out of town.

“You sure the girls don’t need any sunscreen too sweetheart?” Henry smirked nodding towards her larger breasts as he peeked over her shoulder, his hands settled under the triangles of the bikini as he kneaded at the soft warm flesh of his precious wife. Who could do nothing but lean back into his chest, succumbing to his touch and love, while the warm sun shone down on them both.

“H-hey now they need some, d-daddy” Y/n laughed pushing his hands down to her stomach, letting his hands massage over the stretched skin lovingly while he kissed her shoulders and her temple. A few more weeks and his daughter and son would arrive, the new additions to the Cavill family

Now that Y/n was nearing the end of her pregnancy, sex for the extremely active couple had become more uncomfortable, for Y/n’s end; for Henry on the other hand that man could have fucked her for weeks straight, but of course her comfort and happiness always comes first. Slowly he inched his hand down towards her bikini bottoms, watching her reaction from the side as she did nothing to stop him, simply letting her head lawl back onto his shoulder as if she was simply resting her eyes under their umbrella.

He held back a growl feeling the nestle of pubes surrounded her pussy lips which were slick, puffy and warm; practically his favourite place in the world. With one arm wrapped around the underneath of her stomach, he shifted her up a bit onto his chest, letting his fingers run up and down through her folds collecting her wetness onto his fingers. “Need this don’t you mama? Need daddy’s fingers” He whispered kissing the shell of her ear as he found her stimulated little clit, rubbing gentle slow circles; her breath deepened and she held a strong grip onto the arm that was supporting her. “Mhmm need you so bad Henry, wanna make my p-pregnant pussy cum all over your hand?”

She stuttered, making Henry smile proudly, these past few weeks she had tried her hand at dirty talking her husband in bed; clearly doing well enough that right now Henry’s cock was resting hard, right between her ass cheeks. “Oh sugar if a’ could i’d knock ya up, right here right now”

—

PSA: Hope this short drabble made you all smile even just a tiny bit! I got a few messages about how people missed lumberjack!Henry so I thought i’d write a lil sum sum in my free time

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[astarion-obsessions]

I have a fic idea floating around in my head after I read a dialogue from Astarion I didn't come across in my playthrough:

Spoilers for Astarion's story and romance ahead!

"Once, in the first decade of my slavery, I found a darling boy who I couldn't bear to bring back to him. So I ran, instead of hurting that sweet man. After Cazador caught me, the bastard sealed me, starving, inside a dusty tomb, all on my own, for an entire year. A year of silence. Months of scratching my hands raw, trying to carve my way out. More months of not moving at all. Months wishing only for death. So don't you ever judge me for doing what Cazador ordered. Nothing can make up for that. Not even Cazador's death."

And this hit me really hard, like, I can't even begin to imagine what bottomless desperation and hopelessness Astarion must have felt.

So, I have an idea for a fic with a monster hunter Tav, who is the very boy Astarion has saved back then. And I'm being realistic, I will probably never write this fic, so I thought I would share my idea with you guys at least. So here it is:

Tav is this exact darling boy, all grown up now. Astarion sees the resemblance at first sight but he's changed so much that he tells himself that it's not him, it's not the man from almost 200 years ago. When Tav tells his name, Astarion is somewhat relieved. The man he spared all those decades ago had another name. He's been called "xxx" not Tav. The resemblance of their names Astarion chooses to ignore. Because Tav doesn't seem to know him at all according to his behaviour.

Only when Tav introduces himself with his full name, Astarion is hit full force with the now undeniable realisation that this is indeed the man he's refused to bring back to Cazador. Suddenly he feels like the young vampire spawn again, who didn't know what horrors would await him after this fateful rebellious act. How he would suffer just because he wanted to spare this man's life.

But why hasn't he said something? Astarion hasn't changed since then, even without a reflection he is absolutely sure of that, so Tav must have recognised him the second he saw him. So why?

Then it dawns on him. He's forgotten. Tav simply doesn't remember him anymore. Why would he? It's centuries ago. Even for an elf this would feel like a lifetime ago and they've never met again. He was just a fleeting, irrelevant occurrence of an almost deadly night for him, nothing more. And Astarion doesn't even think of reminding him. What purpose would it serve?

Yet, in the days to follow Astarion can't help himself but think about it every time his gaze so much as brushes the figure of their party's de facto leader.

He's seduced him once, he could very well do so a second time. After all, he needs his protection secured. And so he casually asks to everybody around for whom a loved one waits at home. None for Tav, as far as Astarion interprets his silence to this topic.

But then, when they encounter the Gur in the swamp, Tav reveals that he's a Gur friend and also a monster hunter. He greets Gandrel as an old friend and assures him that he will be back in town for sure. But when Gandrel tells Tav why he is there, mentioning the missing children and him hunting a vampire called Astarion… Tav reacts as if he's never heard of him.

Astarion is completely baffled and can't decide what to feel, what to do. He's anxious because of the Gur hunting him, having expected for Tav to just turn him in, but he didn't and now Astarion is anxious and utterly confused. He feels like a helpless animal, trapped in a corner, about to lash out, do anything and everything to be safe.

They part ways with the Gur, wishing him well, and then there's silence. Smothering, deafening silence. Astarion doesn't dare to ask. Ask why he's covered him up. Ask if he remembers. Ask anything at all. Because he's afraid. So so afraid. And if this encounter has taught him anything, it is that he will never be safe, never be free as long as Cazador lives.

Now he needs Tav on his side more than ever. He could ensure his protection against the other Gur. Astarion won't be having one second of peace before this is sorted out, but he doesn't know what to do. Maybe Tav just wants to turn Astarion in himself? Maybe that's why he's never said anything about remembering him. Because he was laying low, waiting for the right moment to strike and take him back to his master. To the very man Astarion has spared him all these years ago.

Perhaps this is what he gets for saving a monster hunter. The very embodiment of a vampire's fiend.

What he doesn't know is that Tav became a monster hunter shortly after the tragic night he met Astarion. But not to hunt the spawns, but to hunt the ones who made them what they were. To hunt power hungry vampire lords. Just that Cazador had been too mighty for a rookie like Tav back then. So he learned. He fought. He hunted. To make a difference to spawns like Astarion.

When they settle down for the night, Astarion's mind is racing. He is sure that Tav will now make him his prey. Astarion needs to act. Fast. He volunteers to keep watch in the first shift- and Tav joins him.

They haven't talked directly to each other since before the Gur, and Astarion is still a nervous wreck, but tries to pull himself together. He chooses to overlook the fact that Tav very well knows what he is, be it since the Gur or - let's be realistic - since the first time they've met outside the nautiloid, and reveals to him that he is a vampire.

Tav already knows this and says so. He reveals that he's known since they met… 200 years ago. So there it is. The proof that he indeed remembers Astarion, he just hasn't said anything because he wasn't sure Astarion remembered him. How could he not? He was a gorgeous sweet boy, one that Astarion might have been seriously interested in… in another life.

Tav tells Astarion that he didn't see him for what he was right away, but their first encounter weighed so heavy on his chest, that he couldn't stop thinking about it. He met some Gur back then, who came around a lot, so they talked about anything and everything. When the Gur mentioned why he was in Baldur's Gate, it hit Tav like a brick to the face. He saw the connection to the night with Astarion clearly, and that's when he knew Astarion was a vampire. Most likely a spawn.

Tav recognised that the Gur had a very… one-sided opinion of vampires and their spawns. But now Tav could put two and two together and guess what Astarion had done for him. He's spared him.

After this crucial realisation Tav had searched for clues, hints, anything that would lead him to Astarion. He would hunt every now and then, wouldn't he? But after almost a year of nothing but a name - Cazador - Tav decided to move on, fearing that Astarion had just vanished.

But even so, their night together has influenced Tav to an extent he didn't know was possible. He had wanted to see the world, to experience its wonders. His tribe had warned him that it was a cruel world, but Tav heard its calling and couldn't just ignore it. And yet, no words could have prepared him for what he had found.

But now that they found each other again, Tav is determined to help him, and Astarion finds himself in a storm of feelings. Would things truly turn to his favor? Could he really dare to let the hope sprout once again after all these hopeless, horrifying years of abuse and domination?

Astarion had learned quickly - and painfully - just what it means to grant himself the luxury of something delusional like hope. But maybe this time he truly has the chance to defy the odds…

Will Tav stand by his side? Will Astarion overcome the demons of his past and find his true self? Will Astarion and Tav work out what they mean to one another on the way? It's a journey with twists and turns and a future utterly uncertain…

Let me know what you think! Maybe I'll get motivated enough to start writing this fic if some people are interested in this scenario...

[ohbo-ohno]

obsesseddd with the thought of kidnapped reader living in the cabin soap and ghost dragged her out to keep her in, being given colouring books and games as rewards for being the sweetest best behaved girl in the world, maybe they give her minecraft or lego’s as a way to distract her and keep her little mind busy while they work around you doing things around the house or fixing things, johnny lies on the sofa with you while you play, his face so close to yours asking you what your building and what each thing is and requesting a kiss every five seconds, making you giggle and blush because he just loves you so much and can’t get enough of you. he wants you in the house on the sofa playing games and colouring in all day every day for ever and ever because you’re his best sweetest most well behaved gorgeous girl. simon watches from wherever he’s standing working and is so proud of himself for finding something that is successfully distracting you enough to giggle and laugh and let soap kiss u all over ur face instead of seizing up or making an effort to get away. you’re settling in just fine and he couldn’t be more proud of you.

to me this is very much so giving DDlg which isn't really my thing, but I do loooove how soft and nice this ask is so I'm gonna play with that aspect of it :)

this is one of those asks that applies really well to a reader who... doesn't really mind being kidnapped. two big strong men want to squirrel her away, take care of her every need and desire? uh, yes please!

but they're still soooo scary :( because they're serial killers!!!! they killed all her friends - even if her friends did end up being really mean to her after all :( they're sweet to her but they also come home covered in gore, and it's very very difficult for her to not get scared when johnny spreads that gore over her face

i really enjoy the idea of this reader forcing herself to be soft and sweet. she's so so scared, tears streaked down her face, but she's got to smile and color with her crayons when johnny sets them down in front of her.

it's a type of sadism that would really work for johnny in particular, i think. he's watching you struggle through this drowning fear to be just what he needs. and you can't fully tell if he even knows you're scared (it's obvious, but you think you're a better liar than you actually are) so you try and cover it up as well as you can.

imagining you playing with legos, or jenga or smth, and being a little shaky and scared but trying to not show it. you glance up and just see ghost, looming in the shadows, blood not washed from his hands or face, just watching you with this deeply intense look. you flinch, lose knock over your little tower or lose jenga, and cry out a little at the loud noise. simon smirks at the reaction, and johnny coos real sad and sweet at you, leans forward to stroke your head.

and you sort of condition yourself to enjoy these things. you don't love coloring at first, but... but it is kinda fun. johnny and simon seem to love your drawings (they put it on a little heavy, you think) and their endless praise feels undeniably good. is it so bad to color something you think they'll like? no, of course not.

so you let yourself enjoy the little childish things - coloring, all the stuffed animals, building little lego castles - because it does feel relaxing.

and all they want from you is your softness, your sweetness. they just want you to be their sweet little baby girl who makes her drawings for them :( give you a Bear Johnny and a Bear Simon (secret little nanny cams) so they never have to really leave your side :( make meals for you and place you on the counter, swipe batter across your nose and watch you giggle :(

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yves has a very special way of eating his food.

When it comes to pastries or bread wherein cutlery isn't provided, he would tear it into small pieces that are guaranteed to fit in his mouth and leave ample space, so you wouldn't see a bulge on his cheek as he chews. He would daintily cover his mouth as he grinds his meal between his molars.

The same goes for pizzas, he wouldn't take a direct bite off the slice, he has to tear it into miniscule chunks. Always using his thumbs, index finger and middle finger only. The other two fingers on each hand would be slightly elevated and never touching the food. His pointer and middle fingers would serve as a platform while his thumb discretely pushes the food into his mouth.

It's always hand-to-mouth, never mouth to hand, so that means he never leans forward to eat. Constantly static in his straight posture as he elegantly enjoys his meal.

Yves never licks his fingers. You don't think you saw his fingertips even touch his teeth before, any sauce or residue would be wiped away on the napkin before taking the next piece.

It's so fascinating to watch him eat. He wouldn't use both hands at once to bring the food to his face; hence, watching Yves eat a burger or its equivalents is a whole different experience that it's hard to imagine without witnessing it first hand.

He would cut it with a knife and a fork if it was available, eating it as if he was feasting on a steak in a fine dining restaurant. It doesn't matter how many layers there were, Yves would manage to fit all of it in the tines of his fork.

When he has to use his hands, Yves would tear it just like how he would tear pizzas or croissants, with all the toppings intact.

When it comes to soups and stews, Yves scoops the liquid away from him, gathering such a small amount so it wouldn't drip and gently scraping the bottom of his spoon against the rim of his bowl to make the ordeal much less messy. No slurping, just silent sipping.

While you would dip your toast into the soup, Yves would again, tear into it with his fingers and eat separately.

He doesn't scoop rice, Yves would "gather" them onto the back of his fork, on the tines, pushing the grains using his knife.

Whenever he eats from his fork, the utensil is positioned such that the prongs are facing downwards to his tongue. It's so peculiar to see, very impractical, yet so undeniably graceful and expensive.

You don't know if he's right or left handed. Because you would see him naturally writing with both, but the fork is always in the left hand and spoon on the right.

When it comes to snacks or finger foods, he would use his sanitized hands in public, but a pair of chopsticks at home. It was impressive how he could pick up smooth grapes between two sticks without skewering them or deforming its shape.

However, when it comes to feeding you, he has a preference for using his bare hands. Yves thinks it's more intimate that way and he doesn't mind if you unintentionally lick them or take in your mouth, whole. Yves would actually seize the chance to secretly check on your teeth and oral health by touch.

Despite all these stuffy etiquettes he's following, Yves never forced you to follow his ways. You're free to eat comfortably, no matter how casual; unless you're eating like a rabid animal with food falling off the table and splattering all over yourself and the wall, he would never comment on your own habits.

Therefore, please do not make fun of his. It's Yves' way of appreciating his freedom from his past life, a promise to himself that he would never again, find himself like how he was before.

[revehae]

enchant me

pairing ↠ fairy!yeri x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon touching, oral, lowkey morally ambiguous, fairy yeri × human reader

summary ↠ when your co-worker tells you that she knows a place where fairies are being sold, you're inclined to believe it's bullshit. that is, until you see them for yourself, and wind up taking yeri home. but having a new roommate is not without its fair share of troubles.

wc ↠ 4.0k

a/n ↠ part 3/5 of the legend has it series!

don't like it, don't read.

buy a pet fairy, your co-worker said. it’ll be fun, your co-worker said.

it had never been your plan, you doubted the existence of the supernatural and thought she’d been pulling your leg until you saw the incarcerated set of fairies gathered in the back of the store for yourself, and you somehow let her convince you to poke around.

your co-worker had given you the location of the place where the fairies would be sold. you were skeptical, for obvious reasons. it didn’t help that the store itself was very lowkey, not publicizing their business of abducted fairies. matter of fact, you had to have the right contacts to even know it existed. on the outside, it was a regular pet shop, though that was only a front for the real moneymaker.

i’m only poking around, you told yourself, monitoring the several caged fairies. your arms were crossed. you could feel the owner’s eyes fixed to your back. he watched his customers very attentively, which was valid. it wasn’t general knowledge that fairies existed and this was a very illegal side business.

cloaking your incredulity with indifference, you curiously strolled around with a poker face, willing yourself not to gawk as you passed by fairy after fairy. they looked a bit different than you expected. had they not had those giant wings attached to their backsides, you would have thought they were human.

these conditions, however, certainly weren’t human. caged like animals and who was to be sure whether they ate or not. you almost felt bad. most of them looked bored and dejected.

there was one that caught your eye, more striking than all of the others. though not of them looked exactly thrilled to be captured, she was the most obvious and tenacious, throwing herself against the metal cage as if that would get it to break. you noticed a number of cuts and bruises on her skin, though it wasn’t that hard of a guess to make that they were self-inflicted.

that day, though you constantly reminded yourself that you were only present to poke around, you came home with a pet fairy.

that was roughly two months ago. now, you and yeri, as she’d begrudgingly told you her name was, were a bit more acquainted with each other.

towards the beginning of your journey together, yeri was hell-bent on hating you, in spite of the fact that you were the one to free her from that godforsaken place. you didn’t appreciate how ungrateful she was, always bristling in annoyance at her impudence, but you didn’t give up on earning her favor.

you were a quick learner and yeri was a liker of many things. her room that you’d appointed her was very indicative of her character, filled to the brim with things she loved. her stubbornness didn’t come to an abrupt end there, but she slowly relented.

it took months of spoiling and princess treatment before you could be certain that yeri was fond of you. though when you did know, it was only because it was undeniable. it would be more apt to say that she was obsessed with you. the second you got home from work, she was voluntarily slipping your coat off of your shoulders to hang on the rack and gushing about her day and how much she missed you, which you didn’t mind. you didn’t have a lot of things to say when she asked how your days went, much less a lot of new things. it was mundane work and every day bled into each other.

fairies were not cheap, you learned, and for good reason. you figured they were hard enough to capture, especially stubborn ones like yours. it made sense to yeri that you had a good-paying job and a large house, where it was difficult for her to become board. whatever she wanted, it was at her fingertips. she did a lot of online shopping while you were away and called random stores mostly for fun.

watching her come to you, fluttering down the stairs, was the highlight of your days sometimes. never did you imagine you would find yourself attached to a fairy of all things, especially when you hardly knew they existed, but life wasn’t without its fair share of surprises.

every month, yeri’s bedroom seemed a lot more crowded. it was neat, though only because you had ample maids. given their contracts, you weren’t worried about them snitching to anyone about your supernatural affairs because you knew nobody would risk your kind of money to tattle.

hands resting at your hips, you asked skeptically, “do you really need all of this stuff?”

“yes,” yeri said in a heartbeat. she was resting on her bed, which was much more like a hammock, but if she liked it, you loved it. “i need all of this stuff.”

you rolled your eyes at her repetition. “okay, echo,” you droned. “i just think stuff like a corner of hello kitty plushies is a little unnecessary.”

yeri retorted, “i think your problem is that you don’t have enough stuff. you know, where i’m from, rich fairies had everything in the forest. you have all the money in the world and not a spec of color on your bedroom walls.”

that was true. if something wasn’t essential to your lifestyle, then you most likely weren’t going to buy it, although you had your reasons. “i don’t have time for extra stuff anyways,” you replied, sighing. “even if i bought cool things i liked, i wouldn’t have time to indulge myself.”

yeri had her chin supported by her palms, throwing you a look that was an astounding blend of boredom and cuteness. “then why buy a big house filled with things you don’t have to use? like a pool and a theater?”

“to attract, my love. bees flock to only the prettiest of flowers,” you said, crossing your arms. “speaking of which, i need you to stay in your room and be very quiet tonight. i’m having a guest over.”

“a guest?”

“yes. a guest,” you said. “so please, for the love of god, be on your best behavior.”

“i’m not a kid. i know how to conduct myself,” yeri huffed irritably. 

you took her word for it, and true to her word, yeri conducted herself very skillfully that evening. but when she heard the ungodly noises stretching from your bedroom that evening, she was of half a mind to storm in there and tear whatever girl you were with to shreds. 

that was when she realized, for the first time, that she was obsessed with you.

the second time was only two weeks later. 

“please,” yeri begged, eyes twinkling in desperation. 

you shook your head. “no.”

yeri’s bottom lip was jutted out, little stars glimmering in her eyes as she donned her sweetest tone and begged for the umpteenth time, “please? i will never ask you for anything ever again.” that’s a lie, she thought, and you were probably thinking it too, but she lived in the moment. 

she was trying very desperately to convince you to take a day off, mainly so that you could lounge around your house and actually wallow in the amenities that you’d paid for. the indoor pool, namely, though you hadn’t really questioned why. 

you heaved a breath. “yeri, i hope you understand that i have to go to work so that i can overindulge all of your costly interests. i can’t just call out whenever i want.”

yeri hummed. “what if you were sick?”

“i’m not sick.”

“yes, you are,” yeri chirped, giggling with sheer mischief.

it was no secret what she was implying and you hated that you were actually considering lying to your boss, but at last, yeri was your only vice. “fine,” you relented. “i’m sick.”

the lie was definitely worth the gigantic smile on yeri’s face as she watched you make a beeline for your phone.

half an hour later, you were meeting yeri at the indoor pool, clad in a bikini you initially doubted that you even had. you couldn’t even remember the last time that you’d worn one, though to be fair, it had most definitely been a while. you weren’t upset or annoyed that yeri had convinced you to take a day off, even with as much of a workaholic as you were, because it was a much needed break.

there were glass windows everywhere and a tall roof, but yeri wasn’t paying any mind to none of that. little did you know, for a good minute, her gaze was locked on your figure. she had seen your riches. what she had not seen, up until this very moment, was your exposed body.

she couldn’t get enough of your legs. for the most part, you generally wore slacks or knee-length skirts, though when you weren’t working you typically wore sweats. yeri had a nice view of your ass for a split second, and when you turned, an even better view of your breasts sitting nicely in your bikini top.

before you could notice her lewd stare, yeri dived into the pool, sporting a bikini of her own. it was pink, which you quickly learned was her favorite color.

“bet you didn’t know that fairies have different elements,” yeri said when her head popped back up. “i’m a water sprite.”

preferring to step down the stairs into the water, you crawled down the little steps. “yeah?”

“yeah,” she repeated. “do you wanna see something cool?”

there was a lull of silence while you hesitated. you never knew what to expect with yeri, but judging from the mischievous little twinkle in her eyes, it was nothing good. “i’m not sure if i do,” you trailed.

“please?”

realizing she would most definitely beg you until you agreed, you blew out a breath and relented, “fine.”

what you weren’t prepared for, however, was for a giant ball of water to knock you square in the chest. yeri giggled, as if there was something funny, while you spat out the water in your mouth and contemplated your entire existence.

“ha. ha,” you grumbled dryly, wringing out your hair.

your face was bristling with irritation and your whole body was glistening with droplets of water, and, gawking at you while you fetched a towel, yeri realized for the second time that her thoughts of you were all-consuming.

and it didn’t stop there. day after day, week after week, you drove yeri past the threshold of insanity. it was ironic that she went from loathing you with her utter being to dreaming of your hands on her body in her sleep, but there was no undoing the temptation.

to make matters worse, you didn’t seem to want her at all. obviously, you liked yeri and all, eating meals together instead of having them alone in your study like you used to and taking more days off, but you treated her as if she was merely a pet that you had to take care of.

and it was maddening. she couldn’t stand feeling like the pining was so terribly one-sided. none of her efforts to seduce you were fruitful. not even her walking around in her underwear, and given the simmering season (never mind your great air conditioning) you somewhat understood why she roamed the halls half-naked. 

she hated when you told her to stay put because you had a guest coming over. she hated when she had to hear the sound of another girl’s ecstatic moans blaring from down the hallway, and it was only fitting that she used your credit card to buy noise-canceling headphones. she hated that she had to touch herself while some undeserving woman got to touch you.

worst of all, she loathed being made feel like an animal, no matter how primal her needs were. humans, yeri chided, shaking her head with folded arms. so, so stupid.

but yeri was not yeri without a game plan. an unethical one, but that only served her character. you were going to see her for what she was - not the creature she was marketed as. that she was certain of.

a couple of nights later, you came home exhausted, which yeri wholeheartedly expected. she was more than familiarized with your schedules and you were never not spent after long days of negotiating with clients. you never thought she understood your sophisticated language when you talked about your job, but it had been said that she was full of surprises.

on more taxing days, you preferred skipping long dinners and going to bed as soon as possible. yeri was questionably understanding, not begging for another five minutes with you like you’d come to expect, but you were far too tired to linger on it and went upstairs to take a shower.

yeri waited an hour or an half before she came up to your room. if you followed your typical routine, then you surely should have been out like a light. as expected, you were. yeri quiet pushed open your door, careful not to wake you, and watched out for signs of disturbance in case you were to stir.

but you didn’t. it was almost as if you were dead, though yeri knew from your heaving chest and ever so gentle snores that you were far from.

whatever spontaneous little plan yeri had in store for you slipped from her thoughts the second she pulled back your comforter and revealed your sleeping body to her gaze. you were in a flimsy nightgown that looked far too good on you and it made her brain short-circuit. it was unfair that other people, people that weren’t her, got to see what was underneath.

bewitched, her hand dropped to your leg, touching it like she had tirelessly longed to for so many months. she wasn’t asking for much, she thought. she just wanted you to see her the same way that she saw you.

your legs were warm. yeri was no longer paying attention to your resting face, completely engrossed with the rest of your body. your legs were soft, too. she could smell the lotion you’d lathered over your skin before bed and even the smell of you was inviting.

yeri’s hand inched further up your legs, desperate to pull back all of the metaphorical layers and see what was underneath - or in between. her fingers wiggled around your thighs, her heartbeat quickening the closer she got between the pair. the gap was closing almost in slow motion, her lips open to unrestrain her ragged breathing.

then, she felt your fingers tighten around her wrist and you grumbled, “what do you think you’re doing?”

yeri was vexed. so close, she grimaced. and yet she was so far away. she huffed, “what does it look like?”

“it looks like you’re touching me,” you said, in spite of the fact it was obviously a rhetorical question. not that you gave a damn. “notably without my consent.”

though someone would expect her to, yeri didn’t try to withdraw her hand, even though it was tightly locked between yours. “you don’t get to do this,” she mumbled. 

“excuse me?”

“you don’t get to act as if you’re the one hurt,” yeri added, finally snatching her arm away. “you don’t know how long i’ve waited for you to notice me, but instead, you just fuck all of these dumb whores that only want you because you’re rich!”

“yeri…,” you started. 

yeri interjected, tears running down her face as she angrily screamed, “don’t say my name now! they don’t deserve you. i’m the only one that sees you for more than your money, you know that? they don’t know you like i do - they don’t love you like i do!”

“yeri,” you called out again, snappier. “i’m not a mind reader. why wasn’t your first thought to just tell me this?”

yeri crossed her arms, stubborn. “i don’t know.”

“yeri, sit down.”

though she wanted to disobey, the look in your stare quickly discouraged her from doing so. she plopped on your mattress, lips jutted.

“if you wanted me, all you had to do was say that,” you told her, grabbing her hands. 

yeri’s eyes twinkled. “does that mean you want me too?”

you answered her with a kiss, pressing your lips flush against hers. yeri didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, heart fluttering. warmth filled her chest and wings flittered in her gut.

when you pulled back, it was only to croon in her ear, “would you rather me tell you or show you?”

“show me,” yeri whispered.

you grinned. nevermind that you’d barely slept. you always had more than enough energy for yeri.

in a matter of seconds, you somehow mustered the energy to throw yeri’s legs open, just after slipping her panties off her legs. she was full of attitude, but when you went to spread her apart, you almost couldn’t fathom her being so pliant.

when you noticed that she was already significantly wet, you fought a chuckle. there was no way in hell she got this aroused merely from touching your legs. little did you know, even you getting a little too close to her could do more ungodly things to her body than she’d rather admit. it was embarrassing.

especially when now, with your tongue flitting around her clit, was the very first time that you had ever paid her any mind. yeri was so used to being ignored by you. it was her biggest dream for you to see her in the same context that she saw you, and her biggest fear for you not to. not that she had to worry about that anymore, but that was exactly what had her head spinning in disbelief.

rather than toss her underwear into oblivion, you kept her panties balled in your fists, noting that they were baby pink. fitting, you thought in amusement.

yeri could’ve moaned at the sight of you with her panties in your inescapable palms and your head craned between her legs. it was likely that she did. you wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between all the other contented sounds escaping her mouth as her thighs quivered, sensitive.

you, on the other hand, were amazed by her sensitivity. all it took was lapping at her clit and it was as if her whole body was coming to life, sparks flying every which way. she was already so responsive, arching into the air. she refused to keep her body still though it was obvious it was beyond her control, unable to decide whether or not she wanted to lean in for more or shy away in vulnerability.

yeri called out your name, whimpering out a shaky, “fuck.”

the sound of her labored breaths and blissful sounds had arousal gathering between your own legs, but with the treasure presented squarely before you, you weren’t inclined to react. all it did was make you even more relentless with your tongue, sucking at her bundle of nerves.

while you tongued her clit, you drove two fingers inside of her hole, feeling her pussy no longer throb around nothing as its grip tightened at your digits. yeri whined, thinking it was too much stimulation, not that she would ever admit it.

holy fucking shit, this feels so good. goddamn, yeri thought, her whole mind going numb. what she couldn’t say in between her desperate sounds was jumbled around in her brain.

she understood why there were always loud, high-pitched cries coming from this room at night. yeri wasn’t stupid, she understood that your so-called guests were random hookups she didn’t care to know how you’d met, but she didn’t realize you were this mind-blowing at sex. she should’ve known.

to feel one of your hands clamping her thigh while you went down on her was something she used to only be able to dream of. and she had dreamed of it, no less, but the combined skill of your tongue and fingers exceeded the threshold of her expectations. you were far too good for her to ever ever think of returning to a life without this kind of pleasure.

whether you liked it or not, she was a permanent stain on your life now. you weren’t going to toss her away when you were done and had gotten what you wanted like you did every other woman. if she had to do anything and everything to grab your attention, it would just have to be that way.

little did she know, you had always wanted to have a taste of her. you just didn’t want her to feel obligated to have sex with you strictly because you took her in. obviously, she had never been alone in her feelings, you just weren’t aware that they were genuinely reciprocated.

you changed her life for the better. you took her from a human-sized cage to a mansion filled with every amenity she could’ve ever wanted, spoiling her rotten. and you knew that she was grateful, but all you expected for your generosity was appreciation, not favors.

yeri had made it clear that her affections for you went deeper than that though. she obviously appreciated your wealth and her wings fluttered in thrill whenever you surprised her with a new item, much like they did now, but there was something about you that piqued her curiosity. any other affluent person could have bought her, those were the only that could afford fairies at the ridiculous but understandable prices they were being sold at, but they could have been a jerk.

not you. you always made sure that she was taken care of and had everything she needed. you didn’t use her for entertainment like every other fairy feared they would be. you didn’t make her feel like a pet.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” yeri chanted, sensing her orgasm sneaking up on her.

the pressure building in the pit of her stomach increased tenfold. somehow, you became even more merciless, eating her out like you wanted to break was left of her. and in a way, there was some truth. whatever you wanted to do to her, yeri was inclined to allow you.

her eyes rolled to the back of her head, so much heat tensing in her thighs. whatever amount of energy you had yeri returned back to you, vigorously rocking her hips into your mouth while her hands latched onto your hair. she had every intention of getting off and you were going to bring her there.

“gonna cum,” yeri announced, gripping the sheets for purchase. “gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.”

you said nothing, only pulling out all the stops to finish her. you badly wanted to make her orgasm, watch her release on your tongue like it was the last time. every bone in your body ached for this moment.

with a couple more passings of your tongue over her clit, yeri’s orgasm knocked the wind out of her whole being. she couldn’t breathe for at least a whole minute, her body moving at its own accord, his thrusting angrily into her mouth as the rest of her convulsed and a scream ripped from her throat. it was the most aggressive orgasm you had ever seen and you were proud to say that you were the root.

yeri arched off the bed and cried out, tears flooding her eyes, until she finally went limp. her eyes were winced closed, lips open, struggling to seek breath.

“holy fuck,” yeri exhaled. “holy shit. holy fuck.”

you nearly snickered, but remembered why this was happening in the first place. “next time you have a problem, let’s just address it, please,” you said levelly, standing to your flat toes. “i prefer solving things over fussing over them.”

considering your definition of solving things, yeri was in no place to contend. “yeah. let’s do that.”

now you laughed. you had no idea what you were going to do with her.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

HELP IM SO SKRRY BUT I NEED TO REQUEST ANOTHER KAI AZER X PAEDYN GRAY WITH THEIR DAUGHGER BC OH MY LORF THAT WAS ADORABLE

title: princess kai

pairing: kai azer x paedyn gray x (oc) daughter

synopsis: kai and his daughter avena, are having a tea party when paedyn comes home

warnings:

a/n: thanks for reading 🤍🤍

tag list: @heartwithsimplenotes @lxvebelle @whatsamongus @zaraaaabear @tornqdowarnings @emelia07 @xoxo-vee @userxs-blog

Kai Azer was a man who was known to be respected, worshipped and feared throughout all of Ilya. His talent with any weapon was impeccable, his ability to wield any power was undeniable. He was incredibly skilled with a blade, so much so if you were in a fight and he had one, you were as good as dead. But right now the brave, the dangerous, the daring Kai Azer was sat on the floor, cross-legged, holding a plastic pink teacup with his pinky finger stuck out.

“Daddy!” Avena groans, “you’re doing it all wrong!”

She exaggerates the word all so much, she rolls her head all the way back and flops down into the purple play table. They were currently deep within a tea party that Kai was apparently not too good at.

He bites back his laugh, “what am I doing wrong baby?”

“You’re supposed to wait and pick up your teacup after I’ve poured the tea!” she tells him, clearly exasperated at her dad’s horrible pretend tea party etiquette, “Obviously!”

“Oh sorry,” he says quickly, placing the cup back on the saucer, “we’ll pretend that didn’t happen,”

“I’ll have to forgive you for that mistake but one more and I will get very mad at you!” Avena warns him with a pointed stare that makes Kai’s heart just melt.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, grinning.

He loved his daughter’s feisty side. It reminded him so much of Paedyn. Avena was bold and daring and not afraid to tell someone that they were doing it wrong. She had that fierce look in her bright eyes.

“Yep!” she nods, folding her arms, “I will get so mad that I’ll get mommy to team up with me and then we’ll get… revenge!”

He tries to look serious, “okay Ave, I won’t make any more mistakes.”

“Good!” she smiles as she gets up and grabs the teapot. She walks beside him and begins to pour imaginary tea into his cup and then continues around the whole table until all of her stuffed animals, Kai and herself had something to ‘drink’.

“Can I drink my tea now?” he asks her.

“Not until I take the first sip,” she explains, “because I’m the one hosting this tea party after all.”

She slowly lifts her cup and takes a sip of invisible tea, grinning widely as she places the cup back down.

“Tasty?” Kai asks her, an eyebrow raised.

“It’s delicious,” Avena beams, taking a second sip.

“Better than Gail’s?” he challenges.

“No one’s is better than Gail’s!” she exclaims, with her little mouth in an ‘o’ shape, looking offended he even asked.

“I agree with you there Ave,” he winks.

“Taste the tea now daddy,” she urges him.

Kai takes the cup to his lips, pinky extended of course, and acts out drinkingthe non-existent liquid.

“This is too strong!” he announces, pretending to spit it out.

Avena laughs, the sweet sound melodic to her father’s ears. Not that she was aware of course. She was still in that child state of obliviousness but he loved it.

She rushes up excitedly, “Oooo let me get you the milk!”

She takes a plastic blue jug and carries it over carefully, as if it actually contained some substance. Then she tips some nothingness into his cup. Kai slowly lifts the cup to his lips for a second time and pretends to taste it. He looks into the air, with a finger on his chin, exaggerating being deep in thought.

“Hmmmm better,” he tells her, “but it’s a little bitter.”

“Do you want honey or sugar to sweeten it?” she asks, eyeing both plastics on the table.

“How about both?” he suggests.

“No!” she giggles, “don’t be silly daddy, you can’t have both! All your teeth are gonna fall out then.”

“Uh-huh and who told you that baby?” he asks her.

“Mommy did,” she explains, “and mommy is always right.”

Kai smiles softly and tucks a chunk of silver hair behind her ear. She was growing up so fast. Every single day she was getting that little bit older, that little bit more independent. It reminded Kai that one day she wasn’t going to be this small anymore, she wouldn’t stay his little Avena forever.

“Okay then, I’ll just take the sugar,” he says, glossy eyed suddenly.

Avena grabs the fake sugar pot and scoops emptiness into his cup. Blinking back the water in his eyes and reeling himself back to the present Kai takes the deciding sip.

“How’s that?” Avena asks him.

“Mmmmm much better,” he nods, “this is a lovely cup of tea.”

“Why thank you!” she grins.

He pulls her onto his lap, “you make the best tea in all the land, you know that?”

“Thank you daddy,” she murmurs, reaching up to take some of his curls into her hand to play with. She softly teases them rhythmically.

“Do you like my hair?” Kai asks gently, curious.

“Hmmmm,” she hums in reply, “it’s so soft and curly.”

He smiles silently, in these past few years he seemed to be doing that a lot more often, “you’ve got some of my curls, you know.”

“I know and I love them sooooo much,” she grins, now taking her hands and running them through her loose silver ringlets.

Kai looks down at his daughter, his world is in his arms. How could one small person mean so much? He wanted to just keep her like this forever, his tiny little girl who loved to play dress up. He didn’t want her to see what the real world could be like, the horror of mankind. When she’s been born, Kai had been petrified he’d end up like his father. Each and every day he strived to be the opposite, he wanted Avena to always feel loved, wanted, safe, cared for. Never the hopeless, inferior pressurised mess of emotions that he grew up with.

“You know I love you for always and forever Ave?” Kai murmurs.

“You always say that to me,” she notes, her pretty blue eyes connecting with his dark grey ones.

“It’s because it’s true,” he shrugs.

“Well I love you even more than that,” Avena decides.

Kai chuckles a little and shake his head, “it’s not possible baby.”

“How do you know?” she asks, eyebrows pinched in confusion. For a split second, in a minuscule flash of a moment, the way her face was contorted made her look just like Kitt. Kai’s heart twists an an awkward angle and thick knot forming.

“Because I just know,” he murmurs, his brothers face etched into his mind, “should we get back to our tea party then?”

He needs a distraction, he needs to focus on his daughter, he needs the knot in his chest to loosen.

Avena is quick to compose herself back into ‘tea party’ mode, she brushes her dress off and walks around the table, “now before we have anything to eat there is something very important we have to do,”

“What?” Kai asks her.

“We have to get dressed!” she announces, cupping her hands together.

He looks down at his clothes, “I am dressed baby.”

“No you’re not,” she exclaims, “you need your princess dress!”

He nearly chokes on his imaginary tea, “My princess dress? But I’m not a princess.”

“Yes you are,” she says, stubbornly.

“No I’m not,” he insists.

“Well then pretend,” she tells him, with a delicate shrug.

“But I don’t want to be a princess,” Kai says. Sometimes he wondered who the five year old was of the two of them.

“No dad,” she snaps, “you have to be a princess too.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s two princesses at a tea party, that’s the story,” Avena explains, with a tone to make it clear that her decision would not change.

“Can’t I be a prince or a dragon,” Kai asks, not liking the idea of wearing a dress.

“No, you’re being a princess,” she shakes her head stubbornly, staring at him wide eyed, like she was waiting for him to crack under the pressure.

He did. “Fine I’ll be a princess,” he grumbles.

“Yay!” She smiles, jumping up and down as she claps her hand together, “I have a dress especially picked out for you,”

“Honey, if it’s one of yours I don’t think it’s going to fit me,” he sighs, biting back a small laugh.

“No silly!” Avena giggles, shaking her head, “it’s one of the ones mommy never ever wears.”

“I don’t think that will fit me either,” Kai says, recalling that his wife is a lot shorter, slimmer and smaller than him.

“I think it will, so you have to try it on,” she decides, channelling her sassy side, “or I’ll get mad! And do you remember what I said about when I get mad?”

“Yes baby, I do,” he chuckles.

“So you’ll try it on?” she asks, her big round ocean eyes sparkling.

Kai sighs, how could he say no, “yes I’ll try it.”

Five minutes later Kai found himself in a velvety pink dress that barely reached his ankles. The neckline had to be severely stretched to fit across his chest and his arm muscles bulged from the fabric that clung over them desperately, like a second skin. He looked ridiculous and he was very aware, but he would hate to see that disappointed look on Avena’s sweet face. It was a workout to get it on. Obviously, Kai didn’t have the physique of a woman, hence all the proportions of the dress were off. But he was just going to have to grin and bear it. As long as his baby was happy, that’s all that mattered.

“Are you ready yet Daddy?” she calls out.

“Yes,” he grits through his teeth, trying to sound cheerful.

“Come out and show me then!”

Kai steps back into the room, draped in the pink ill-fitting fabric. Avena’s eyes light up with joy, a dazzling azure. Immediately any reluctance towards the dress was forgotten and it became all worth it.

“Can you do a twirl please?” she asks, practically buzzing with excitement.

He obliges, spinning around, the skirt flowing up a little.

“Oh you look so beautiful,” Avena squeals, clasping her hands to her heart.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he says, approaching her.

“But I’m not even dressed up yet,” she laughs gently.

“You don’t need to be,” he tells her, lifting Avena up into his arms, “you are beautiful all on your own.”

“Thank you,” she giggles, kissing the tip of his nose.

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, setting her down again. She picks up a princess dress of her own and holds it up to him.

“Daddy can you help me?” she asks him, as she takes off her top and disguards it on the floor.

“Arms up baby,” Kai says, bunching up the dress in his hands so it would perfectly slip on.

She stretches her little arms over her head as high as she can and he tentatively puts the dress on her, pulling it down so it met the floor. He then smoothes down the skirt carefully for her.

“Hang on Avena, let me untwist your straps,” he says gently, as she tries to get back to the tea party.

She holds still and turns around as he carefully readjusts her straps so they’re no longer twisted around each other.

“There you go,” he says.

“Thank you daddy,” she smiles, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

“You’re welcome baby,” he replies.

She spins around, admiring her dress. The pink silk bright and bold, “we’re matching!”

“We are!” he exclaims, mirroring her energy.

“I love it,” she tells him, over annunciating every letter of the word ‘love’.

He nods in agreement, “me too.”

“Okay back to the party now,” she says, with a serious look on her

Kai nods again and follows her back to the table, resuming his seat between a stuffed unicorn and some sort of multicoloured fox.

“Sorry everyone,” Avena says, looking around at her stuffed animals, “we just needed an outfit change before dessert.”

“What is dessert?” he asks her.

“It’s a surprise,” she tells him, a finger to her lips.

Kai had a feeling her knew what that surprise was. Just like himself and Pae, Avena was addicted to Sticky Buns. It must run in the genes. He was pretty sure she loved them more than him sometimes, not that he’d blame her. Sticky Buns were heavenly.

“Okay then,” he replies.

“I’m going to go and get our surprise dessert,” she tells him, “you wait here.”

Avena rushes off before Kai can even reply, too overcome by excitement to wait for a response. He awkwardly sits there, the plastic eyes of various stuffed animals staring at him in judgment.

“You think you could wear this better?” he mutters bitterly at the dog plushie opposite him.

It doesn’t respond. Obviously. It just continues to stare into Kai’s soul. He doesn’t break eye contact until soft laugh cuts him out of his intense staring contest.

“Now I know why I married you,” Paedyn smirks, walking in, “I am so turned on right now.”

She saunters in, looking him up and down, amusement carved into her every feature.

“Oh shut up,” he snaps, cheeks heated and flushed.

“No seriously,” she laughs, “did I ever tell you that pink is so your colour?”

Kai stares at her from the corner of his eye, a stormy expression on his face in a refusal to speak.

“Oh don’t go all moody,” she pouts, crouching beside him.

“I am not moody,” he grumbles, not meeting her eyes.

“Moody is part of your personality, you can’t help it,” she says with a graceful shrug.

He sighs, running hand through his hair, “did you come home just to attack me?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” she replies, “but finding you like this made it even better.”

“You’re never going to let me forget this are you?” he groans, slumping down onto the table.

“I haven’t got the camera out yet,” she flashes a grin.

He’s suddenly up and alarmed, staring her dead in the eye with panic swimming across his face, “you better not.”

“Oh I definitely am,” she says, throwing her head back with a cruel giggle.

“Pae, I swear to-“

She cuts him off quickly, softly pressing her lips onto his. He kisses back, begging her for more but she breaks away ensuring they wouldn’t get too carried away.

“She has you wrapped her little finger and it’s adorable,” Paedyn smiles, cupping her husbands face in her palms.

“She really does,” he sighs, “I physically can’t say no to that cute face, I mean have you seen her eyes?”

“They’re gorgeous,” she hums in reply.

“They’re yours,” Kai murmurs, staring into Paedyn’s perfect oceans of blue. Sometimes he really thinks he drowns in her eyes, if he stares for too long he finds it hard to catch his breath.

She blushes a deep scarlet, the red bold against her pale skin and silver hair.

“Oooo mommy you’re home!” Avena exclaims, as she reappears back in the room with an empty tray in her hands.

She runs through the doorway, disguarding the tray and immediately throws her arms around her mom, squeezing her as tight as she could.

“Hey baby,” Paedyn beams, scooping Avena up into her arms and twirling her around, “how’s your day with daddy been?”

“Good,” she says enthusiastically, full of life, full of light and full of energy, “we had lots of fun.”

“I like his dress,” she mentions, earning her a glare from her husband.

“I picked it out,” Avena tells her, pride in her voice, “especially for him!”

“You have good taste sweetie,” she praises her, kissing her cheek.

“Now you can play too mommy,” she beams.

“Me?” Paedyn asks.

“Yes! We can be three princesses now!” Avena grins excitedly, “mommy go put on one of those dresses you never wear because you think they’re too fancy.”

She looks at her daughter and narrows her eyes slightly, hands on her hips, “how do you know I think they’re too fancy?”

“I heard you say it to daddy,” she shrugs, the innocence rolling from her like a waterfall.

“Ave that’s called eavesdropping,” Kai says.

“Huh?”

“When you listen to other people’s conversations,” he explains, “that’s called eavesdropping.”

“Is that bad?” she asks, concerned.

“Sometimes,” he shrugs.

Paedyn shoots him a dark look and he quickly fixes his answer.

“It is not very polite to do that and you shouldn’t,” he adds on, satisfying his wife.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Avena says, her guilt displayed on her face.

“You didn’t know Ave,” Kai tells her softly, “it’s okay. But now you do know for next time.”

“Right,” she nods determinedly.

“I’ll get into my dress and meet you two in a moment,” Paedyn says.

“Good! That gives me a chance to start on daddy’s make up,” Avena giggles, a spring in her step as she glides towards her dad.

“Daddy doesn’t want makeup!” Kai says urgently, holding his hands in front of his face.

“You’re right,” she nods, sending a wave of relief over him as he lowers his hands, “daddy doesn’t want any make up, but the second princess does and you’re the second princess!”

“I don’t think she does,” he shakes his head.

“Have fun,” Paedyn winks at him, her face angled towards his, her voice low enough so only he could hear her.

“More like good luck,” he mutters, leaning forwards and planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Daddy!” Avena scolds, “No kissing mommy, you’re a princess remember!”

“And a princess can’t kiss mommy?” he raised an eyebrow.

“No. Mommy is only allowed to kiss me and daddy,” she says, her face scrunched up. It was hard to take someone seriously when they were so unintentionally adorable, “and right now you’re not daddy, so no kisses!”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he laughs.

“She’s so bossy,” Paedyn murmurs.

“Wonder where she gets it from,” he says, under his breath.

She glares at him slaps his arm. He bites back a complaint.

“Mommy why did you just slap daddy?” Avena exclaims, shock rippling across her features, “that’s not nice!”

“Yeah mommy!” Kai sneers, arm folded, looking at Paedyn, “that’s not nice,”

“Daddy was being very annoying, sweetie,” she explains.

“But you told me I should never slap anyone,” her daughter reminds her.

“I did, didn’t I?” she sighs, “I’ll apologise to daddy later.”

“Okay but you have to say you’re sorry,” she says.

“I will,” Paedyn tells her.

“Okay,” she nods, walking over to the stray that had been strewn across the room as she had noticed her mom.

“Are you going to say sorry mommy?” Kai mocks, out of his daughter’s earshot, in an attempt to piss his wife of further.

Paedyn death stares him and waits until Avena’s back is tuned, then she sharply elbows her husband’s rib. Hard. He takes a sharp breath in and suppresses a groan. That might bruise tomorrow.

“That stopped smirking,” she rolls her eyes.

“Used and abused,” he shakes his head.

“Cry about it,” Paedyn shrugs delicately as she walks out.

“I love you too!” he calls out after her.

a/n: thanks for your request!! It was so much fun to write 🤍🤍 I hope you enjoyed

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[annie-creates]

The biggest star

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1500

Note: It's another International Women's Day so let's celerate with something a little different this time, I got inspired by the Pearl's quote. There's not many Ravenna fics being written so I hope you'll like this one.

With the early morning sunrise you got out of bed ready to feed the few animals you took care of at your parents’ farm and prepare the dough for a fresh loaf of bread. Every morning started like this, ever since you could remember. You took care of your responsibilities and duties, cleaning around the house or taking care of some gardening. Your mother prepared all the goods you were going to be selling at the town market that day and your father tended to the fields and cattle.

“Don’t forget to get all the fresh eggs.” Your mom reminded you as you prepared today’s commodities.

“Yes mother.” You nod, no matter how old she had a habit of reminding you of everything, just to be sure.

The road to the town square was bumpy as always but lucky enough you didn’t live far away enough to encounter any robbers or muggers. There was a stall by stall, your neighbors selling baked pastries or meat. Your family’s business was more in eggs, milk and vegetables. You helped reach, pack and hand over packets amongst packets of goods, happy that today is gonna be a good day for your business. With the money you make you’ll buy other things you weren’t able to provide for yourself like flour or leaven.

“Mother, can I go take a look around?” You begged tired of standing in one place all day.

“Fine, but don’t take too long.” She waved you off.

Your eyes sparkled with joy and you took off exploring the town you knew all too well already. Back when you used to go to school you traveled here by foot almost daily, but since you turned thirteen you were tied up at the farm with work. You’ve learnt to read and count, but there wasn’t much more needed in your life. You lived day by day identical to the previous one and it was incredibly tiring to you. You wanted to see more of this world. Live in all the places the merchants who sometimes visited your town told everyone about.

As you neared a group of women with one of the queen’s guards in the middle, the gathering peaked your interest. It was known that queen Ravenna wasn’t one to visit around or get out of her castle too often, and the same was true for her guard. Sure, some of the lower ranked soldiers always overlooked gatherings like this, but this man’s uniform proved he was ranked much higher and was one of the closest to the queen, so his appearance was certainly unusual.

“Slowly, ladies, you all can take your chance tomorrow.” He commanded the crowd giving out some instruction slips. “Here, you, take one too.”

He pushed a pamphlet in your hand as soon as you got close enough to be within his reach. Reading the few lines written on there, you learned that the queen is looking for a handful of new maids and ladies fitting at the court to keep her company. Could this be the chance you’ve been waiting for? All the ladies chatted around you about how interesting and undeniable chance this was. One that comes only once in life. That got you convinced, even if they didn’t choose you in the end, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself knowing you passed on such a chance.

When you got home that evening, you prepared dinner with a bit more enthusiasm and ate faster than anyone has ever seen you do before, ready for this day to end so the next one can begin. You took care of braiding your hair before going to bed to have some pretty waves in the morning, cleaning your face and brushing your teeth extra good. As you went to bed, you took a moment to pray to the universe.

“Please lord, make me the biggest star the world has ever known. So that I make it far, far away from this place.” You didn’t know what star you wanted to be, but as far as it got you a different life, you didn’t care.

You could hardly sleep from the excitement for the next day, rising even before the sun could and running around your chores the fastest and best you could. You got out your best dress you only used for weddings, funerals and church visits, hoping it would be good enough for the queen. Will you get to meet her? From what you heard her grace and beauty was like no other, and her magnificence preceded her. Ready for breakfast and to get to the part of town stated at the pamphlet in time, you arrive at the table.

“And where are you going off to in your best dress?” your mother wondered.

“There’s a selection for queen’s escort today in town, I thought I’d give it a shot.” You admitted unsure of your parents’ reaction.

“Queen’s escort? You?” she scoffed. “You better not slack on your duties because of this nonsense.”

“Of course not mother.” You didn’t expect your family to be supportive of your goals but it still stinged.

When you finally arrived at the town hall where the choosing was taking place, there were some more guards and other officiants. You’ve learnt they are the ones responsible for the first selection, picking only a few of the dozens of girls who auditioned to come to the castle and start learning all the tasks that come with living along the queen. Some would be then chosen as maids, some would find themselves amongst chefs or seamstresses and only a few would get the chance to become the queen’s escort. Or you could fail completely and they’ll send you back home as fast as you came.

As they picked and chose what girls to take with them and who to turn down, the lucky ones squealed with happiness and the other ones cried. When it came to your turn, two of the men examined you with eagle eye, finally deciding to let you pass. A big rock fell off your heart so hard it must have been heard through the hall. You were in. You were gonna come to the castle and learn to become one of queen’s closest people. You couldn’t believe your luck. As you stepped in their carriage and let it take you towards your new destiny, you hoped to not let anyone down, especially yourself.

As you arrived at the castle and got settled in crowded rooms for servants and valets, another harsh regime started. You spent days and weeks learning and observing all the different tasks performed around the place. Every night you went to sleep exhausted and every morning you had to get up with a smile on your face. But as some of the girls started falling off your hard endeavor started to pay off. After a few weeks you started learning around the queen, your first meeting being unforgettable.

“Good morning.” She greeted you from her throne and you all bowed low. “I see we have some great adepts here. I hope you all will raise to the occasion and become wonderful.”

She was fierce and strong, that much was evident. All the stories of her beauty fell short as she looked like the embodiment of an angel to you. It was a moment you couldn’t get out of your head for a long time and every time your training got hard, you reminded yourself that this is exactly what you’re going through all this for. To serve the queen however she pleases. Her charm and grace hardly left your mind and with every meeting you worshipped her more and more. You were so smitten with her character and glamor you felt like you could hardly breath sometimes.

After two months spent with the queen you all were finally done with your training ready to become permanent residents of the castle. You hoped and prayed wherever they assigned you you’d get to meet her at least sometime. Only being in her company would make you eternally grateful. You didn’t know if you could live it the same place knowing she could be right behind the wall yet never seeing her really. Some of the girls who became your friends over the time were sent to the kitchen, some became maids and charladies. There it was again, the stone on your heart hoping to not be sent home after all your efforts, hard work and dedication.

“And you.” The queen herself stood in front of you in all her beauty. “How would you like becoming my personal escort?”

Your eyes lit up with her offer, hardly believing what your ears were hearing. Little did you know your infatuation with her impressed her and she too enjoyed your particular company. This was going to be the start of a wonderful future for you both.

“Yes, my queen.” You bowed to Ravenna stepping towards your new exciting life.

[daisybianca]

pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: you try to convince your boyfriend that the two of you are ready for one--more than one addition to your household.

warnings: none, just fluff, maybe a little angst but it's barely noticeable

"LOOK, (Y/N), they have puppies!" Lando's eyes lit up as he ran towards the playpen of puppies.

Leaving you behind, he and the attendant began discussing details while the little ones seeked attention.

Your grin widened as you watched your boyfriend become overwhelmed by pouncing puppies. The combination of the animals and the man you love made your heart swoon. The cuteness was almost too much to handle.

As you made your way towards them, you caught a glimpse of a dog settled on his tattered bed. He was unlike the other animals in the adoption center, not barking and jumping excitedly at his gated door. Squatting in front of his crate, you cooed at him, wiggling your fingers through the wire fencing to gain his attention. Dark brown orbs starmed at you, calculating whether or not you are worth exerting energy for. Finally, deciding to give you what you're craving, he plopped down in front of you and locked eyes with you.

"Lando, I think found the perfect dog!" You said breathlessly.

You had never encountered one for those love-at-first-sight stories, but something about that animal tugged at your heartstrings. An undeniable urge to take him home and provide all the love he had been missing in his life.

"Yeah, but look at this little girl! She’s so adorable. We could name her Tessa or Bella." Holding up a squirming spotted puppy, he fawned over her enthusiastically.

"Just come here and look, please."

Bringing the puppy with him, Lando stood by you, reading the dog’s info sheet and baby-talking to him before turning back to you.

"I don’t know. He’s kind of…" His voice trailed off, unsure about how to word his thoughts.

"He’s old..."

"Now that’s just rude."

The dog huffed as if laughing at the two of you. You couldn't deny that the puppy in Lando's arms was quite adorable, but you also knew that you were meant to take that older dog home. You were sure that with a little persuasion, you could convince your boyfriend to adopt both.

"Babe, he needs a home. I can tell you’re in love with the puppy, and I’ll admit she is lovely. I wouldn't mind taking her home, but this boy deserves love too. It seems like he’s been waiting a really long time."

"Well..."

"I mean we could adopt both."

"(y/n), don't start with this again. I thought we decided that we are only ready for one dog right now." His British accent complained.

"Yeah, but just think about it. Tessa will need someone to show her the ropes and how to be a good dog. The 'older guy' can do that. Don’t you think they both deserve this?" You gave him your best puppy-dog eyes and added a pout for extra emphasis. Both dogs seem to understand and join you in an attempt to persuade Steve.

"Seriously? All three of you are pulling this stunt. This is how it’s gonna be from now on, isn't it? The three of you using your charms against me," He sighed, knowing there was never a chance he’d say no to you in the first place. "Okay, okay."

You squealed happily, pecking him on the lips, "Stay here! I’ll be right back."

The three watched as you ran off to get the caretaker.

Somehow, your household had just grown larger and a bit fluffier.

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