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i’m obsessed with ur fics and want to live inside your pretty little brain, you just write jjk characters so well 🫠
recently i’ve been thinking about choso having a bad day or something and just wanting to be taken care of, so now you’re nursing him while you jerk him off and he’s a whiny moaning mess and it’s so cute and when he thinks you’re done with him you get on top and ride him and he’s begging you to stop bc he can’t take anymore pleasure :( like i’m sick over this i need him so bad
❤︎ ໋𓈒 pleasing choso after a long day.
warnings. fem! reader, overstim, jerking choso off, pampering choso bc he deserves it, whiney choso, cowgirl, creampıe, praise, mdni + thank u sm !!!
“. . please,” choso would murmur in a frail weak tone, he sounded so drowsy, so needy. he’s barely through the door before he wraps his strong bulky arms around you. you giggle, being squished between his warmth before he buries his face into your neck. he gently runs his tongue against your collarbone before continuing to speak in muffled sentences. “missed you so bad. had a long day ‘n just need to . . need to unwind.”
you smile, stroking his back lovingly. “aw, bad day today, ‘cho?” you’d sweetly reply, feeling him shudder from your touch alone. despite you being so gentle, he was always so incredibly weak around you, including a simple few electric touches from you. “of course baby, i’ll help you.”
“can….you help me um,” and he’s struggling to get the words out. the two of you were finally secluded together in the large spacey bedroom. choso’s laid back, shirtless and heavy heaving breaths depart from his lips every few seconds. the more you stare at him the more he finds it hard to swallow the growing lump in his throat. “can you do the thing? like last time?”
you giggle, glancing at the poking tent in his boxers. “a handjob, baby?”
“…handjob,” he repeats, his eyes softening before a mere whine escapes from his throat. “oh … yeah, that. please,” and his lungs felt so clouded. with a hand running through his hair, he sighs cutely. “yes p-please. i wanna handjob. i’d do it myself but you always do it better, p-princess.”
choso was so cute, the way he was basically putty underneath your hands..
his words always trembled, he wanted you more than anything. he was always like this whenever he came home, so needy each and everytime for nothing more than your simple addicting touch.
“okay,” you’d comply, just a single word that pours from your lips alone was so seductive to him. he could listen to your voice all day. it was his own type of harmony, a song he’d love to listen to every day on repeat if he could.
your voice.
you reach beside him near the black short nightstand, grabbing a lube bottle before making sure to not waste any time.
you could tell by choso’s dilated pupils and his irregular rapid pants that he was growing more and more impatient as the time passed.
“wanna feel you s-so bad,” he whimpers, tensing a little from the way your hand springs out his length, lubricating around his pulsating cock.
you always made sure to be thorough— slicking every inch of him down with the liquid, starting from his swollen tip, then down towards his shaft, then his base. of course, his balls too. whenever you fondled with his fat puffy balls, choso would make such the cutest whines imaginable. “f-fuck, m-more. hurry, princess.”
“baby, don’t rush me,” you tease, sitting right beside him before pressing a sweltering hot kiss against his temple. he whimpers at your touch yet again, the softness of your lips having him in utter shambles. you made sure to have your dominant hand pay close attention towards the head of his dick, the most neglected sensitive spot. he inhales then exhales, gnawing at his lip before dark eyes of his stares up at the idle ceiling fan. “mhm. you’re so pent up, must have had a really rough day, hm?”
“so h-horrible,” he pouts, despite his voice being naturally deep and a bit gruff, the delivery of how whiney he was was just so cute. “i’m just glad i always come home to you. y-you always know how to make me feel better.”
you simper, your hand finally fully wrapping around his base before you start to give him a few solid pumps.
he moans, thickly swallowing the remnants of sweet syrupy spit that remain all in his mouth.
so so good..
you drove him crazy in the right ways possible. choso felt a sudden ringing sensation rigorously vibrate throughout his ears. he felt hot all over, radiating with a staggering high temperature of scorching boiling heat.
the tempo you had with jerking him off was a decent pace at first, gradually fisting his cock with each concise stroke—you occasionally glance up at choso who’s panting up a storm. “. . . . ugh,” he mewls out through gritted teeth, a hand of his own attempting to grab towards yours. “i wanna touch you t-too.”
“no choso,” you sneer, moving his hand away.
oh, the pout that suddenly spreads across his lips was so cute.
he’s giving you puppy dog eyes as if he’s questioning you a perplexed little, ‘huh?’ whilst you’re still stroking him at such a quickening pace, you make sure he keeps his hands to himself. “you wanted me to touch you, not choso, ‘kay? let me do everything, be a good boy for me.”
“i-i’m sorry, sorry,” he mutters in short breaths, finding your tone to be so hot. the twitch he feels in his dick only gets him more aroused. for a split second, you feel a vein that ran down the middle of his shaft pulse against your palm. “you’re right. ‘m gonna let you please me. gonna be a good boy ‘n keep my hands to m-myself.”
you peck a kiss against his hot cheek. “so good for me.”
“p-praise me more, please.” he whines.
“choso,” you giggle, and he was more needier than usual today. his voice grew a bit more high the faster you stroke him—his beefy thigh starts to bounce and bounce before he’s leaning back in pleasure. “you want more praises?”
he nods. “i- i do, your voice ‘s so hot, so s-sexy,” and his breathing abruptly hitches once you give him a sly smile. “not the right word, that was inappropriate— i- i mean, attractive. your voice when you praise me ‘s so attractive, i want more.”
the way he corrects himself from his choice of words was adorable.
whenever you gave choso a handy though, he’d never really last long regardless. choso would usually only last a few good minutes, especially with your hand work, your techniques.. he was simply no match.
“i’ll praise you all day, baby,” you whisper, watching as he’s feeling himself get close. he’s so desperate to touch you. he wants to, to stroke himself with you, wrap his big hand against yours. choso bites his lip in anticipation— feeling how he’s steadily losing composure. immensely, he starts to feel his throat grow dry, the air felt richly thick and he starts to get more and more vocal. “close?”
“uh huh, uh huuh,” he nods, pretty long lashes of his squeezing shut. choso’s about to fall into that trance again, your speed had him losing his mind. in his mouth, he starts to salivate. you’re so steady and precise with your beats and pumps against his cock that he’s about to spiral completely. “princess, ‘m gonna make a mess. you’re gonna make me m-messy again.”
“be messy for me then,” you invigorate to him against his ear, playfully licking a stripe near the soft outer shell of his lobe. he shivers at that, so sensitive. again, if it was anything that could be considered as choso kamo’s weakness— it was your voice. “give it to me, c’mon ‘cho.”
he’s so hard, his dick was all slick and wet from the translucent colored lube running down the sides of his hefty shaft.
a shaky breath snatches out of choso’s mouth before his abs tense up.
a hand goes through his hair before he feels the pressure finally hit him. “shit, s-shitttt,” he whines, feeling the area of his frenulum pulse and pulse. he’s seeing pure splotches of white— once his climax comes, it takes merely everything out of him. static shoots out from his ears and he lets off a cute shriek. “a-ah.”
you stare at the mess he’d just paint on himself. a few spurts of his own sticky cum shoots against his tummy, right near his lower abdomen. choso’s eyebrows significantly lower before he lets off a cute, “phew..”
“want more?” you coo, unraveling your hand around his dick before staring at him— he returns your gaze with half-lidded dark eyes.
he nods, panting off a sweet desperate. “yes please.”
choso figured you were gonna stroke him off again, but his eyes briefly widen once you end up up making your way onto his lap. straddling him in such a lewdly titillating way, he gulps. the ringing throughout his ears reverberates louder before you align yourself against the wet tip of his cock.
he was so aroused, so needy, so in love..
being a half curse spirit— he’s never got to fully experience types of pleasure like this.
albeit, he was always grateful to you for being able to show him everything he was missing out on though. with his bottom lip quivering, he gasps once he feels you slowly sinking down onto his length, feeling the warm pool of heat introduce itself to his cock that’s gradually splitting you open.
“oh…..fuck,” he’d groan, and at this particular point, his voice grows a raspy low. hooded eyes stare at you, studying your every move. from fixating his pupils on your hips, your chest, and even your face— he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “y-you’re gonna ride me?”
“yes baby,” you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a deep sensual kiss. he’s panting, each breath feels like it’s gonna be its last with you. warm tongues tangle and tango amongst each other before you briefly suck on his. a whine pulls from his throat before he feels your hips start to jerk.
abruptly, choso pulls away, whimpering a sweet. “can— can i touch you now at least? please. f-fuck, can’t take it anymore princess.”
“touch me however you’d like, pretty boy,” you’d speak in a hushed tone, licking another long strike against his neck. he was so sensitive, his eyes were practically about to roll all the way back by this point. you’re easing your sloppy cunt down onto his length and his roughly textured hands grab against your hips. choso then spanks your ass, only to give it a mean squeeze afterward just to see you gasp. “like touching me, huh?”
“y-you know i do,” he pouts, feeling the deep stretch. it was so so good— mouth watering, a perfect way to describe his mouth at the feeling of your pussy taking him in in such a sloppy, erotic way. already, you were a bit soaked from earlier, coating his base with a candied gossamer ring of your slick arousal. “my god, my g-goddd.” he throws his head back once you start to move against him.
a few solid rhythmic thrusts and choso kamo was done for.
he stuffs you full of inches, you lean up close to his face to plant your lips against the bridge of his nose— softly smooching against the area where his darkened scar remained. pink wet lips of his quaver from that simple action and his grip against your hips only tightens.
clammy, sweaty hands guide your hips to fuck against him harder before his head leans back. “fuck me, f-fuck me, jus’ fuck me pleaseeee. can’t c-cum, don’t think i can come anymore.”
choso becomes more whiny, his voice starting to strain overtime and you feel your stomach briefly seizing from how deep he’s hitting you.
relentlessly, you’re moving against him so good that not even he can keep up with you. your pussy’s the perfect match for him, fitting nice and snug like a lock fits inside a key.
oh, but the grip..
the grip of your sopping wet cunt against his dick was so appetizing, he only wanted more. more more more, the squelching noises had him feral and by now, with a tight enough grip he’s helping you slam down against his lap. “hah, can’t . . ‘m not gonna cum again, baby, f-fuck. fuck me so good, i—i love you, love you ‘s much.”
“i love you too baby,” you moan yourself, pulling him back into a steamy kiss. his sweetened whines and whimpers pour right into your mouth, ravened strands of his hair sticking against his forehead like glue. choso was drenched in sweat, perspiring such amounts that it makes his skin glisten entirely. “yes you can,” you hum between sultry breaths, coating his entire face with your kisses. you watch as his eyebrows arch and he squeezes against your ass just a bit tighter. he loves the recoil— spanking your ass just to witness and see the jiggle, it had his dick twitching even more. “you can give me one more, know you can, baby.”
“f-fuck, you’re gonna make a mess outta me,” he whimpers. the way you grind against him has him going feral by the second. hot deep breaths wretch from his throat before his head goes back. he leans all the way back, washboard abs flexing and curling up. with a single finger of yours running down his sharp chiseled v-line, he nearly loses it. your touch, his ultimate weakness. “gonna c-cum again, ‘m gonna flood your pussy again, oh fuuuuck.”
with your arms still lazily thrown around him, choso hugs you tightly, pumping further into your gummy walls that clamp him down oh so good before he ends up cumming again. this time, inside. it’s so hot from the inside—your pussy was all toasty, balmy from every crevice of your walls and the addictive hold it has on him. he shoots a long thick rope into you, it comes out into satiny spurts, filling you up to the very brim.
choso’s reaction was so cute, he’s literally speechless, yet his grip against your ass doesn’t even lessen. his face was practically covered with strands of his hair, half lidded eyes and a pussy drunken smile curling against his thin crimson red lips. “i— oh my,” he hiccups, catching his breath for a moment. the entirety of his body felt a plethora of emotions— hot, cold, warm, all of it. for a moment, his eyes meet your gaze before he swallows, reaching down, swirling two fingers against your sloppy cunt. you moan, feeling him gather up a good amount of his own cum that oozes out of your hole before bringing it toward his lips. choso pops his fingers into his mouth, getting a good taste and he moans, still feeling himself deeply buried into your sweet cunt.
so filthy, tasting himself like that with no shame..
“taste okay?” you puff out, watching as he’s got his two digits stuffed all in his mouth. with a cute nod, he pulls you closer towards his broad chest before you slowly pull his fingers out his mouth. “good, because ‘m not done with you yet, baby. wanna see if you can give me one more. can you be a good boy ‘n do that for me?”
“i- i’ll be your good boy,” he pouts, moaning harmonically once your hips start to make haste, picking up again. “wanna be so good for you. promise i’ll give you one more. f-fuck, i love you.”
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Behind the Mask (Momo)
Momo is a little bit nervous as she enters the room with the doctor, today is her first pregnancy check. The doctor is a middle-aged man, the mask on his face cannot hide his serious.
‘Please don’t be nervous, madam. It’s just a simple test.’ The doctor says as Momo lays on the bed. ‘We will need to do a ultra-sonic examination, please take off your jeans.’
Momo nods sheepishly and slowly undresses, revealing her white belly and thighs. The doctor turns on the machine and prepares for examination. Momo opens her legs in cooperation, and her vagina is completely exposed in front of the doctor.
Momo's private parts are very beautiful, her pubic hair is sparse and soft, and her pink labia open and close with her breathing, exuding a charming sheen. The doctor looked at this beautiful scene and couldn't help but get hard.
The doctor begins to apply lubricant inside the vagina, and the cold feeling made Momo tremble slightly. Then a thick and long probe was inserted, and Momo bites her lip tightly, enduring some discomfort. A clear image of the fetus was displayed on the screen, and the doctor explained while operating. Momo stares at the little man on the screen, her eyes full of maternal tenderness.
Seeing how devoted she is, the doctor deliberately inserts a little deeper. Momo couldn't help but snorted, feeling her belly being pushed against a sensitive spot. The doctor takes the opportunity and whispers in her ear: "It may be a little uncomfortable here, please hold on."
Momo blushes shyly and nods slightly. When the doctor sees this, he becomes even more unscrupulous. The probe was inserted and rubbed inside her body repeatedly, arousing waves of tingling pleasure. Momo quickly softens and lookS at the doctor working on her with a blushing face.
Momo couldn't help but moaning from the pleasure. Upon seeing this, the doctor begin to caress Momo, and at the same time he teases Momo verbally, pretending to be concerned about Momo's sex life. "Miss Hirai, I noticed that your sexual life may not be normal?" The doctor says while inserting his fingers into Momo's vagina and gently kneading her delicate cervix.
Momo feels a wave of heat rushing to the top of her head, her legs involuntarily tightened on the doctor's hand, and her moans became more wanton. "Ah~ um~ no, it's too deep there~"
The doctor smiles evilly and presses hard on her clitoris. Momo suddenly becomes a puddle of spring water, unable to even resist. "It seems that my judgment is correct. Your body is indeed too lonely and needs to be comforted."
Momo's cheeks are extremely hot, and her whole body is trembling with shame and excitement. She never imagined that she would be played to orgasm by a strange man in a place like this. But his mind could no longer control his body. Every time the doctor touched her, it was like an electric current flowing through her body, bringing an extremely stimulating pleasure.
The doctor takes the opportunity to pull out the probe, and instead his fingers quickly thrust in and out of her body, scraping her G-spot from time to time. "Relax and leave it to me. Just enjoy it." His voice is full of temptation, making Momo almost get lost in it.
Just when Momo feels that she is about to reach her peak, there is a sudden knock on the door. Momo is startled and subconsciously closes her thighs together, but the doctor's fingers remain inside and refuse to come out.
"Ms. Hirai? I heard some strange sound. Are you okay in there?" It is the nurse's voice.
Momo panics and stammers: "Ah, I am fine. We are checking the last items, please wait a moment!" The doctor smiles proudly and swirls his fingers inside her body, deliberately making some loud and lustful sounds. "Tell them that there is some trouble here and it will take some time to complete."
Momo blushes and tries to sound calm: "Yes, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. This examination will take a long time. You can go outside and wait."
The nurse outside the door doesn't seem to notice anything strange, so she leaves. Momo breathes a long sigh of relief, and the doctor takes advantage of the situation and pokes hard at the most sensitive part of her vagina. Momo’s body immediately soften again.
"You are such a wonderful woman, I like how you like right now." The doctor chuckles, stroking her breasts with one hand and still moving inside her body with the other. "It's been a long time since you've been loved by a man, right? Your pussy is so hot and tight, I'm about to be sucked in."
Momo grits her teeth to prevent herself from making any louder noises. The itching on her chest made her feel weak. She hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time. As she is just a secret lover, her boyfriend rarely visits her, she had been left alone and no one cared about her. The doctor's skillful technique makes her addicted to it quickly. The place that had been empty for a long time seemed to have found a home, clinging to his long and thick fingers.
The doctor moves faster and faster, playing with her sensitive spots in different ways from time to time. Momo feels a heat gathering deep in her body, and it is about to burst out. She grips the sheets tightly, looked at the doctor with red eyes, and could no longer suppress the gasps coming from her mouth.
The doctor smiles evilly and blows into her ear, almost digging his fingers into her cervix. "Relax and leave it all to me. Let's embrace the climax together." Momo completely gives up her resistance and allows herself to reach her peak under the doctor's caress. At that moment, she feels as if she were in the clouds, and all the pain and emptiness were left behind. Her walls wraps tightly around the doctor's finger and moans repeatedly.
The doctor withdraws his fingers with satisfaction. Momo's vagina is still shrinking, looking reluctant to give up. Momo lays on the bed panting, her chest rising and falling. She knows that it iss wrong, but the doctor's tenderness made her feel a long-lost happiness.
"Miss Hirai, you see how intense your reaction is. Your body really needs me." The doctor smiles and gently slides his fingers on the inside of her thigh. The newly developed vagina reacts again and keeps leaking love juice.
Momo closes her eyes, feeling that her whole body is still lingering in the afterglow of the climax just now. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are slightly parted, as if she is still immersed in bliss just now.
"Doctor, I...I don't know what to do. I know this is wrong, but I can't help but want more..." Momo's voice is as thin as a mosquito, full of shame and longing…
The doctor leans close to her ear and whispers: "Don't worry, leave everything to me. I will let you experience unprecedented happiness." He reaches out and touches her breasts, twirling his thumbs on the pink nipples, and Momo immediately becomes charming, she is panting heavily and trembling all over.
The doctor lowers his head, removes his mask and takes her nipple into his mouth and gently licks it, while the other hand keeps rubbing between her legs. Momo raises her head, clutching the sheets tightly with both hands, and moans escaped her mouth intermittently.
"Ugh...doctor, we can't do it here...people will find out..." Momo tries hard to stop his movements, but to no avail. The doctor has already inserted his fingers into her wet pussy and stirs it wantonly.
"Don't be afraid, no one will come in. Didn’t you told the nurse not to come in? Let me take care of you, my little sweetheart." The doctor says bewitching words while speeding up his fingers. Momo soon reached another peak, delicate and softly collapsed weakly on the bed.
Momo was still trembling slightly in the aftermath of her orgasm, so the doctor couldn't wait to untie his belt and takes out his huge, already erect cock. "Miss Hirai, I think it's time for you to serve me well." The doctor pats his lower body and looks at her commandingly.
Momo stuns for a moment, then her cheeks turns red, she bites her lips and looks away. The doctor grabs her hair and forces her to raise her head, threatens in her ear: "If you don't obey, I will fuck you directly on this bed."
Momo is shocked, and finally nods in compromise, opens her mouth and takes doctor's huge penis into her mouth. The doctor's penis instantly filles her mouth, almost reaching the depths of her throat. Momo feels a little breathless, but still works hard to swallow up and down.
The doctor's cock exudes the smell of male hormones, and there are still traces of pre cum on it. Momo is deep in shame that her boyfriend is in the next room right now, but she is under another man, doing this kind of thing to satisfy his desire.
Seeing that she is struggling to swallow, the doctor gently strokes her long hair and says, "Relax and take your time. I believe you can please me." As he says that, he grabs her head and straightens his waist, beginning to forcefully insert it into her mouth.
Momo whimpers, feeling that his glans was in the back of her throat. While the doctor moves in and out of her mouth, he plays with her nipples with his hands, arousing waves of pleasure. Just when Momo thought that she couldn't hold on any longer, the doctor suddenly pulls out, allowing her to breathe heavily.
"Well done, Momo. It seems that our little secret will soon become public." The doctor admires his masterpiece with satisfaction. The silver thread fell from Momo's red lips. It looks particularly charming.
Momo sits on her knees on the bed, panting and cleaning the mucus from the corners of her lips with the tip of her tongue. She knows that she must look very lustful at this moment, but the undisguised desire in the doctor's eyes makes her feels a little proud.
"I really like your little mouth, Momo. Your skills are really good." The doctor holds his cock and waves it in front of her, and Momo licks her lips unconsciously.
"But I want to try your pussy even more. Believe me, I will make you cry from pleasure." The doctor leans forward and pushes Momo down on the bed. His kisses fall like raindrops, all the way down, until the space between her two butt cheeks was licked wet.
Momo grabs the doctor's shoulders pleadingly. Her mind is telling her that she couldn't go on like this, but the desire in her body is burning even more intensely. The doctor grabs her waist and inserts himself into her warm and tender body.
"Ah——!" Momo couldn't help but scream, and the doctor immediately blocks her lips and shakes her waist fiercely. The huge pleasure sweeps over her like a wave, and Momo moans sadly, completely losing the ability to resist.
"Relax and follow my rhythm. Let's climb to the heaven together." The doctor murmurs in her ear while increasing the speed, hitting the most sensitive and vulnerable places with every stroke. Momo's legs are pulled to his shoulders, and her whole body arched into a beautiful arc.
"Ugh...doctor...It’s too much... I can’t…" Momo sobs, her mind completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.
The doctor leans down and kisses Momo's red lips. Their tongues teases and chases each other. Momo hugs the doctor's neck tightly and allows him to get more from her.
"You are mine, Momo. From now on, I can enjoy your delicious pussy anytime I want." The doctor's deep voice echoes in Momo's ears, making her whole body tingle like a spell.
"No...I can't...I have a boyfriend..." Momo looks at the doctor pleadingly, hoping that he would remember her relationship and let her go. However, the doctor just snares and slams into the deepest part of her body again.
"Boyfriend? That's nothing. Only I can give you true happiness. You see, how much your body longs for me." The doctor grabs her fingers that are twisting the sheets and kneads her nipples. Momo's breasts change into various shapes in his hands, and soon becomes engorged and erected.
"Ah... no... I'm going to die..." Momo wails, but the doctor shows no intention of slowing down. Her nectar flowes out in a steady stream, almost wetting their joint. Each of the doctor's thrusts pushes her body upwards, causing her clitoris to rub against the sheets, bringing more pleasure.
"Relax, just bear with it for a while... Let's do it together..." The doctor whispers in her ear, but it is more like hypnosis, making Momo get lost in the raging lust.
"Ugh... I really can't survive... You're going to kill me..." Momo sobs, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, and her consciousness seems to have drifted away from her body.
The doctor sees Momo's limit and deliberately stops his movements to let her breathe a little. "It seems that our little Momo is cumming soon. If you hold on for a little longer, I promise to make you cry with pleasure." He smiles and kisses on her lips, circling the entrance to her anus with his fingers.
Momo feels that she is about to reach the orgasm, but the doctor's sudden stop makes her feel empty. "You...don't stop...I want more..." She begs shamelessly, but her lower body shamelessly tightens around doctor's cock.
The doctor chuckled, "It turns out our Momo is so greedy. In that case, let's do it!" He starts to thrust again, and every time he moves, he almost sent Momo to heaven.
"Ah——! It feels so good...I'm cumming..." Momo moans loudly in a daze, grabbing the doctor's back tightly with both hands, leaving red fingerprints. Her cervix contracts violently, and a hot stream spurts out, wetting their private parts.
"You have cummed? Our little Momo has already climaxed." The doctor slowly withdraws from her body, admiring the masterpiece he has created. Momo slumps down on the bed, gasping for breath, with a satisfied blush on her face.
"Thank you...doctor...I have never had such an experience..." Momo says gratefully, but sees that the haze in the doctor's eyes did not dissipate.
"This has just begun, Miss Momo. Our game is still going on." The doctor smiles evilly and takes Momo into his arms.
The doctor holds Momo in his arms, lowers his head and nibbles on her neck wantonly. Momo instinctively let out a series of moans, but the doctor grabs her chin, "Good girl, if you want more, you have to learn to ask for help. Otherwise, we will end here."
Momo understands that the doctor is serious, and she has to find a way to please this man, otherwise the days ahead would be very difficult. She blushes and shakes her head, "I...I want you...please keep fucking me..."
"Miss Hirai is truly a slut." The doctor sighs and buries his head in her chest again. Momo feels a numbness spread from her nipples. She twists her body involuntarily and wraps her hands tightly around the doctor's neck.
"Um...doctor...I want your big cock..." Momo shyly says what she is thinking. The doctor seems to be very impressed, and his deep laughter echoes in the room.
"Then take it in yourself." The doctor holds his cock and brings it to Momo's lips. Momo has no choice but to stretch out her tongue and lick the front end of it. The doctor raises his head and narrows his eyes in pleasure.
Momo carefully swallows the doctor's cock into her mouth, trying hard to please the man in front of her. The doctor put his hands on her hair and teaches her how to suck better. Momo follows his instructions and tries her best to please him.
"Well done, Miss Momo. Your little mouth is so good." The doctor strokes her hair appreciatively, and Momo breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that her efforts are not in vain.
The doctor enjoyd Momo's warm mouth, slippd his fingers into her hair, and caressed her cheeks from time to time. Momo concentrates on serving the big guy in front of him. Although it is a bit hard, she was very devoted.
"Do you like this position, doctor?" Momo raises her head and asks, with a trace of silver remaining at the corner of her mouth. The doctor's fingers gently strokes it and rolled the crystal into his mouth.
"Of course, Miss Hirai's skills are so good. Your tongue is as flexible as a little snake." The doctor praises, holding Momo's face in his hands and kisses it. Momo closes her eyes and immersed in the sweet kiss, as if she had forgotten everything around her.
After a long time, the two separate. Momo blushes and askes softly: "Can I have your cock, doctor?" The doctor laughs, "Of course, my little slut. Come, sit up and move slowly."
Momo obediently climbs onto the doctor's body, holding on to the hot desire and slowly sits down. "Ah~~" an exclamation escapes from her mouth. The doctor's penis is too big. Her pussy is filled to the brim, almost bursting her apart.
"Relax Momo, you will get used to it." The doctor says softly in her ear, holding her waist with both hands to help her swing. Momo begins to move up and down slowly, and the doctor keeps pushing inside her. The two soon find the perfect rhythm.
"Ugh~ Doctor~ It's too deep~ I'm going to be penetrated by you~" Momo gasps repeatedly, her breasts swayed up and down with her movements, and the doctor couldn't help but lower his head and sucks on one side. "Ah~ don't suck there~ I won't be able to bear it~" Momo says coquettishly, but the doctor intensifies his efforts and sucks even harder.
"Your boyfriend is in the room next to us, and you are actually riding another man's cock on top of me? How lewd." The doctor suddenly says. Momo's movements suddenly stops, but she quickly continues to move again.
"You...what are you talking about...I don't have a boyfriend..." Momo blushes like fire. The doctor's words are like an aphrodisiac, making her body more sensitive. "I...I just like your big cock, doctor...you make me feel so comfortable..."
The doctor chuckled lightly, "What a little liar. She is with you today. I just saw him waiting impatiently in the room." Momo's body trembles. She didn't expect the doctor to know this. But the thought of her boyfriend is waiting nextdoor while she is riding another man's cock inside and moaning, the thrill of this affair makes her extremely excited.
"I...I'm just horny...I like being fucked by you like this..." Momo admits in shame, but she also feels unprecedentedly excited because of the doctor's humiliation. Her movements becomes more intense, and the doctor's cock almost penetrate her.
"Well said, Momo, you are just a little slut. But it doesn't matter, today I will satisfy you, the little evil." The doctor also follows her to speed up the pace, and the two bodies collide with each other.
Momo no longer cares about shame, she just wants to enjoy this forbidden pleasure. The doctor's words are like the strongest aphrodisiac, making her unable to extricate herself. "I'm cumming...doctor...harder..." Momo moans repeatedly, her breasts shaking violently, and she is about to reach the peak of orgasm soon.
The doctor looks at Momo's crazy state on the eve of climax and knows that she had reached her limit. He grabs Momo's swaying breasts and kneads them into various shapes, and the cock in his lower body keeps pumping upwards, matching the rhythm of Momo's cowgirl move.
"Ugh~ Doctor, you squeezed too hard, please be gentler~" Momo says coquettishly, but she does not stop the doctor's movements, but instead swings her waist harder. Her nipples becomes red, swollen and erected due to the doctor's kneading, making a slight slapping sound with each impact.
"Don't stop, baby, let's cum together." The doctor gasps, grabbing Momo's slender waist with both hands. Feeling more and more honey inside her body, he also accelerates his thrusts.
"Doctor~ I can't survive~ It's almost ~ ahh~~" Momo's high-pitched scream pierces the sky, and a wave of heat surges out from the depths of her pussy and wraps around doctor's cock. She also feels the doctor's cock swelling and throbbing inside her, and knows he is about to cum.
"Give it to me! Cum all inside!" Momo screams, holding the doctor's neck with both hands and intertwining his fingers. The doctor's cock finally penetrated deeply, pressing against the cervix of the uterus and ejaculating the long-spent essence.
Momo feels as if she was in the clouds, and every cell in her body is filled with satisfaction. The doctor also lays on top of her panting, their bodies still connecting, enjoying the afterglow of the climax.
After a while, the doctor reluctantly withdraws. Looking at the flushed expression on Momo's face and the mark he left, he smiles with satisfaction.
Momo watches the doctor's softened cock withdraws from her body, but instead of being satisfied, she becomes even more eager. She eagerly grabs the big dick stained with her love juice and moves it up and down, wanting to be filled with it again.
The doctor lays on the bed and let Momo serves him. He plays with Momo's long and silky hair with one hand and caresses her flushed face with the other. "Momo is really a little bitch who doesn't have enough to eat." He jokes.
Momo blushed and lowered her head, but immediately the doctor's finger teased the tip of her tongue, causing her body to tremble again. The doctor smiles lowly and says in her ear: "Don't be shy, you are so lewd, I still like you the most."
Momo thinks of her boyfriend in the room again, and feels a sense of guilt in her heart. But the doctor's erected cock is placed in front of her, exuding a fatal attraction. She knows that once she takes it in her mouth, she would never look back.
Momo's reason and emotion are fighting fiercely, and the doctor seems to see through her entanglement. He suddenly comes closer, his thick cock poking directly at Momo's lips. "Come on, good girl, open your mouth." His voice is low and sexy, and Momo couldn't help but obey.
As soon as the doctor's glans enters Momo's mouth, it was surrounded by her warmth and slipperiness. The doctor hums with satisfaction, holds the back of her head with one hand, and begins to pump into her mouth. Momo closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She feels that she has became the doctor's sex slave.
The doctor's cock continues to swell and harden in her mouth, and soon her little mouth is full. Momo's breathing is completely blocked and she could only whimpers. She can feel the doctor's desire growing stronger and knows he is going to cum.
Just as the doctor is about to reach his climax, someone knocks the door again, interrupting the frenzied blowjob. Momo looks at the doctor in panic, but sess the excitement shining in the doctor's eyes.
"Come on, baby, let me turn you into the woman who truly belongs to me." The doctor whispers, grabbing Momo's long hair and letting her suck her deeper. Momo nods with tears in his eyes, deciding to give up resistance completely and let the doctor transform herself into his forbidden slut.
Momo kneels on the ground, swallowing the doctor's huge cock. Her mouth is full of fishy-sweet taste, but she still keeps licking and sucking the doctor's genitals like a starved child.
Next door is the figure of her boyfriend waiting anxiously, but he would never have imagined that just a room, his beloved girlfriend has become a tool for the doctor to vent his animal desires.
Momo hold the doctor's hips with both hands, allowing his cock to go deeper into her mouth. She could feel it swelling and hardening and knew the doctor is going to cum again. But she doesn't dodge, but sucks harder, hoping to release him completely.
The doctor's breathing becomes heavier. He grabs Momo's slim waist with one hand and her long hair with the other and begins to thrust hard into her mouth. Momo feels his glans protruding into the depths of her throat, causing a nauseating feeling, but she endures it and tries her best to please him.
Finally, the doctor let out a low growl and ejaculates into Momo's mouth. She swallows as hard as she could, but some still came out of the corner of her mouth. The doctor looks at all this with satisfaction, reaches out to wipe the silver thread from her lips, and then orders: "Stand up and turn around."
Momo stands up obediently, facing the door, and bent down with her back to the doctor. She could clearly hear her boyfriend's voice next door, but he would never know that she is in this posture at this moment, waiting for the doctor to enter.
The doctor walks behind her and points his cock at her pussy. Momo feels a strong sense of shame and excitement. The stimulation of being forced to be exposed in front of her lover makes her almost faint.
As the doctor enters suddenly, Momo let out a high-pitched moan.
Momo is penetrated by the doctor's huge cock, and her body could hardly bear the impact of this pleasure. She clenches her teeth and tries to suppress her violent gasping, but every vicious blow from the doctor makes her whimper.
Next door, her boyfriend is just waiting nervously . However, in this room, the doctor is fucking Momo with all his strength, each thrust reaching the deepest part of her body. Momo feels like a sex toy that is being used and played with and could break at any time.
The doctor's hands grasps Momo's slender waist, leaving light red fingerprints with each penetration. His penis is like a never-ending machine, moving rapidly in and out of her body, bringing out a large amount of crystal clear love juice. Momo feels that her lower body is all wet, and her moans become louder and louder.
"Ah... don't... be gentle... um~" She couldn't help but beg for mercy, but the doctor seems to be unable to hear her, and his movements became more intense. Momo's body is completely out of control, shaking in response to the doctor's rhythm. She doesn’t care but at this moment she no longer cares about can other hear all this, and just wants to release the desires in her body.
Finally, after a fierce impact, the doctor groans and buries himself deeply into Momo's body. The hot semen spurts out, causing her whole body to tremble. Momo also reaches her climax at this moment, and her legs are so weak that she can hardly stand.
The doctor slowly pulled out the wet penis and looks at Momo's absent-minded face with satisfaction.
Momo leans weakly in the doctor's arms, staring blankly ahead. She knew she could never go back to her pure and kind self. She is just a doll in the doctor's hands now and can be played with and transformed at will.
The doctor picks up Momo and lays her down on the bed. Momo turns away shyly, not daring to look directly into the doctor's eyes. But the doctor just smiles, leans down, and kisses her lips.
"Don't be afraid, I will love you well." He murmurs in her ear, and his warm breath blows against her ear, making her whole body tingle. "You must learn to enjoy being dominated and surrender to me obediently."
Momo's heartbeat quickens with both fear and anticipation. She knows she could no longer resist the doctor, she would belong to him wholeheartedly and obey his every command and request. She was willing to pay any price to please him.
The doctor caresses her smooth skin and roams his fingers over her sensitive areas. Momo squirms unconsciously, wanting more. She longed for the doctor's rough conquest and the feeling of being completely possessed by him.
"Do you want me?" The doctor chuckles and leans down to kiss her again. Momo nods immediately and boldly stretches out her hand to wrap her arms around the doctor's neck. "Then scream out your deepest desires."
Momo lowers her eyes in shame, not daring to look into the doctor's eyes. She knows that once she speaks those obscene words, she would really become a plaything in the doctor's hands.
But the doctor's hands wanders around her body, bringing waves of electric numbness. She feels like her sanity is crumbling away bit by bit, replaced by burning passion.
Finally, she couldn't hold it back and let out a coquettish moan. The doctor smiles with satisfaction and leans down to kiss her. Momo closes her eyes and let the doctor light fires everywhere in her body. She no longer cares about her shame and just wanted to get more pleasure.
"Tell me, what do you want?" The doctor gently bites her ear and whispers seductively. Momo's body trembles suddenly, and she knows she could no longer resist the doctor's temptation.
"I...I want you to take possession of me..." she says shyly, her voice as thin as a mosquito. The doctor seems to hearing the most beautiful music in the world, and his eyes ignites with more intense desire.
"Very good, baby. Now I'll satisfy you." He turns over and presses forward, pushing his thick penis against the soft petals between her legs. Momo holds her breath and braces herself for the coming storm.
The doctor lowers his waist and completely penetrates her body. Momo let out a high-pitched scream and clasps the doctor's back with both hands. She feels that her body had been completely opened by the doctor, and every cell was catering to his rhythm.
The doctor begins to thrust fiercely, driving into the deepest part of her body with each stroke. Momo soon gets lost in the endless pleasure and moans loudly. She no longer cares if anyone hears her outside the door, now only the doctor and her body are left in her world.
As the doctor's thrusts become faster and faster, Momo soon reaches her climax.
Momo gasps for air and allows the doctor to thrust inside her. Her mind has long since left her, leaving only the desire and desire for sex.
The doctor grabs her legs and spreads them wider to enter her deeper and harder. Momo feels that her cervix had been completely opened by the doctor, and every impact hit the most sensitive and vulnerable spot there.
"Ah...so deep...please be gentle..." she begs, panting, but her voice is full of joy. The doctor ignores her and instead thrusts harder, making her body tremble with every thrust.
"Call out, call me by my name!" The doctor ordersd, grabbing her nipple with one hand and pinching it. Momo moans loudly uncontrollably, "Doctor...harder...I want you..."
The doctor smiles with satisfaction and penetrates her soft and moist body even more fiercely. Momo feels that she has become a sex doll in the hands of the doctor, being played around at will. But this makes her feel a strange sense of satisfaction, as if this was her true value.
The doctor goes deeper and deeper every time, and finally completely takes possession of her after a fierce collision. The hot liquid spurts out and hits the depths of her cervix. Momo also reaches climax at the same moment, trembling all over.
The doctor slowly withdraws from her body and smiles slightly at her exhausted appearance. "This is just the beginning, baby." He licks his lips and glances at her naked body, seeming to be thinking about how to enjoy this delicious beauty next.
Momo lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly. She knows that she belongs to the doctor forever, and no matter what he did to her, she could not refuse...
'Let’s go, Momo. Clean my cock and we shall return to your boyfriend.’ The doctor uses his cock to slap Momo’s face. A tears drop from her eyes, and she swallows the cock again.
#minasaiyatis#twice smut#twice imagines#female idol smut#girl group smut#kpop smut#momo smut#twice momo
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I'm drowsy off of allergy medicine so I wrote this and I'm not sorry about it. Anyways goodnight.
MDNI/18+. NSFW. | CW: blowjobs cause yeah
It was supposed to be a simple meet-up for scheduled tennis practice, a part of your daily routine with the Art Donaldson. He seemed rather laid back compared to how he plays, his signature spike and tick along with his cute grunts on the court did enough to make your imagination run wild.
You’ve seen him several times during practice, sitting out on the bleachers to spectate like others who would take space alongside you. He’s certainly getting better, his backhand was more forceful past the second set and his footing was quicker. Intrigued, you felt your curiosity grow as you walked up towards him after training, asking for his number and seeking more of his expertise.
“Oh me? You sure you want me training you?”
“Why wouldn’t I want you to train me? You’re good, you have the skill, plus you’re fun to watch”
That was what he initially told you then, soft eyes staring back into yours and that cheeky smile growing wider on his face at the compliment. It was a slow process, weaving yourself into his life all in the name of sportsmanship. He didn’t need to know your ulterior motive, you’re sure he wouldn’t complain if he knew what the end result was. It will work out for both of you in the long run, he gets the recognition he’s always wanted, and you finally get your hands on something worth your attention.
You knew your plan would work, though you didn’t expect it to come to fruition so quickly.
“Fuck”, the blonde groaned above you, the end of his red Stanford cap almost falling off the top of his head from how he craned his neck back. There you were, on your knees still in your white tennis skirt with your mouth working lavishly over his cock, his token of appreciation for being so good to you during your tennis lessons. Ideally, you would’ve wanted to enjoy him in the privacy of your dorm room, but the empty locker rooms worked just as well.
You hummed around his length happily, his hand coming to hold your jaw softly as he let you do the work. Art couldn’t help but stare down at you again, a grin plastered over his features to take in the view below him. Tongue lapping around his cock, your swollen and spit-covered lips were stuck in a consistent push-and-pull rhythm, working over him until your jaw grew sore. He tried to hide the whimper that was creeping up in his throat, but the moment your free hand went to caress his balls you forced it out of him anyway.
“Greedy huh?”, Art said, his cheeks were flushed down to his neck and sweat ran down his temple. You drew away from him to catch a breath, pumping him with your wrist.
“I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I came to get my prize for beating you last time”, the smirk you wore was enough to make Art’s body pulse, hissing when your thumb ran over his sensitive slit, dragging further down with an audible shlick.
“Don’t let me stop you then”, his heart was pounding in his chest, beating hard against his ribcage with every firm pump of your hand.
You gave the tip of his cock a teasing kiss before wrapping your mouth around him again, taking him as deep as he would go. He was hitting the back of your throat, gagging around him before tugging away to do it again and again. Stabilizing yourself with one hand on his shaking thigh, your neck strained with the pace you set yourself to make sure he reached the edge. By the looks of how his fingers were digging into your scalp and his hips were starting to bump into your face to chase your warmth, he wasn’t too far off.
This was your reward, and you weren’t leaving until you got what you wanted.
#art donaldson#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x you#art donaldson challengers#mike faist#challengers movie#challengers#ovaryacted drabbles#⋆♱ nic works ♱⋆
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Fucking Them to Ulterior Motives
Y’ALLLL …ik you guys want a part 2 to the Daddy fic, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote about senselessly fucking the Hazbin men to this lost song that went viral?
Like, I can imagine you pushing Alastor/Lucifer/Husk/Vox down on a chair, forcing them to watch you as you dance around the room, their eyes following your every move as you sway sensually along with the music. You guys are halfway into a bottle of liquor, too, so all of your senses are heightened.
Now, let’s cut to the good part where you’re riding them at a relentless pace.
Lucifer: You already know that Lucifer is going to be a mess underneath you, his head tossed back, pleading for you to be more gentle with him over and over again. He’s doing everything in his power not to climax instantly when you ignore him, trying to block out the filthy squelching that fills the room. Lucifer fails miserably, of course—he hasn’t been fucked this good in a while.
Alastor: Portraying Alastor as submissive seems impossible, but I’m sure I could figure out how to dissolve him into a pathetic, whining mess for y’all. He’s sensitive as he rarely ever indulges in carnal pleasures, the way his smile almost falls as his length glides in and out of your slick hole a testament of that. Alastor eventually forces your hips at a standstill, though, overwhelmed.
Vox: The way that Vox always appears so calm and collected? Yeah, that’s just a persona, and you figured that out as soon as you sunk onto his length. When you start moving, it’s over for him, but you mercilessly continue to ride him, savoring the way his screen glitches and buffers as you overstimulate him.
Husk: I’m sure Husk would eat this shit up. The old man’s body is slumped, his eyes half-lidded, and his mouth slightly agape, allowing breathy sighs to escape his throat. He’s trying his absolute best not to sink his claws into your hips as you ride him with fervor, his length already throbbing inside of you. You can bet Husk is mentally cursing himself because his body is reacting like that of a horny teenager.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin alastor#alastor#alastor the radio demon#the radio demon#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin vox#vox#vox x reader#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin husk#husk#husk x reader#lucifer x reader smut#alastor x reader smut#vox x reader smut#husk x reader smut#Spotify
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His Darling: Demon!San x Fem!reader
Pairing: Incubus!San x Fem!Human!Reader | side pairing: yunho x reader, demonline x reader
Word Count: 10k
Genre: Smut (loads), slight angst MINORS DNI
Summary: San shows you his room and tells you exactly what he wants in a "housewife". He also shows you the benefits of keeping him happy.
Tags: enslavement, master/slave relationship, polyamorous relationship, demon!ateez, human!reader, stereotypical gender roles, gender norms, slight misogynistic ideals, mentions of domestic violence, childhood trauma, bigdick!san, incubus!san, breeding kink (serious one lol), thigh riding, voyeurism, handjob, dirty talking, light spanking, table sex, clothed man/naked woman, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, monster fucking, demon fucking, Yunho walks in on it and watches. You're their slave, and you're treated that way.
Previously on Pretty Pet
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“-What do we do? I've never handled a human slave before. What do they eat?”
“Food, I imagine.”
“Yes, but what? And what about her grooming? Has Wooyoung styled a human before?”
“No idea. All I know is what Yunho told me…”
You heard their voices above you, but you could not place them. A low groan escaped you as the aftermath of last night made itself known again. Every appendage felt sore and heavy, and your innards might have actually been rearranged. You almost did not comprehend your hunger until you'd completely woken up. Is this how you'd wake up every morning?
“Wake up,” a soft voice commanded. “We have a lot to do before you're presentable. Let's get moving.”
“Yeosang” the harder toned voice said, “Don't be so aggressive this early in the morning. She hasn't fully adjusted to this yet. She needs space to process.”
“Ugh, ‘space to process’. Yes, tell that to Yunho and see how that goes for you. He's already in a mood after having to bury that idiot slaver. Go ahead and tell him you diverted from his schedule.”
“That isn't what I meant-”
You finally opened your eyes to see two men on either side of your bed. Each of them wore black suits and had black upturned horns. One was significantly more petite and paler than the other. A red wine birthmark covered the side of his eye, contrasting with his fair skin. The other on the right was a round faced demon with dark brown hair. He carried an innocent, soft expression while his companion looked on sternly.
“Who are you?” You croaked through your strained throat.
They both finally acknowledged you. “Oh,” the dark haired demon grinned, “I'm Jongho.”
“And I'm Yeosang. We're your new handlers. Now, get up. We have to get you groomed before the Masters wake up.”
Yeosang turned and walked away to the tall double doors. Jongho stayed at your side, “Forgive him. They told him about you this morning, and he's been cranky ever since. He claims it ‘threw him off’.”
He pulled down the fluffy bed covers from you, revealing your naked body to the sunlit room. He acted as if he didn’t notice your nudity, and offered you his arm. This proved helpful since you didn't see the platform step and nearly tripped into his arms. Your legs and knees quaked weakly once you stood up, and you winced from the stinging between your legs.
“The only downside to good sex, huh?” He quipped, giving a knowing smile.
“Yeah.”
“Don't worry,” he picked up a thin, white chemise from a nearby chair, “The bath Master San prepared will help with that. He said a bit of soothing salt will take it away.” You lifted your arms for him to slip the chemise over you, “Let's get you washed up before Yeosang comes back whining again. You'll get used to his little tantrums soon enough,” he linked his arm with yours to help you walk properly, “Wrath demons can be so sensitive. I told him we should give you a minute to adjust and he was all ‘Yunho will get mad’. Ugh…”
You hadn't noticed the room last night, but now seeing it full of sunlight, you took in the splendor. White paneled walls inlaid with gold surrounded the room’s oak wood floors and went up high into the ceiling. You saw an oak vanity, a wardrobe cabinet, dresser and a desk around the room. It was a step up from the singular room in the bowels of the brothel. At least here you had privacy and fresh air through the tall windows.
Jongho brought you into a tiled room where a large bathtub sat in the very middle. White bubbles floated along the top of the steaming water, the soothing scent of lavender reaching your nose. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a proper bath; you usually did a quick wipe down to keep the fluids from crusting on your skin. Yeosang rolled over a small cart ladened with various tubs and bottles you only assumed were meant for bathing. Big eyes looked up to the fake horns still on your head, and he forced you down into a seat.
“These look ridiculous,” he huffed, peeking through the roots to see where the braiding kept it on your head. With expert fingers and a fine-toothed comb, he gradually began undoing them. “Good thing they didn’t use stronger glue. We might not have been able to remove these,” he said once he finished with one side. “Those valley slavers are true scoundrels. I don’t blame Master San for slitting the man’s throat.”
“Oh dear,” Jongho frowned, “Had they glued on a tail?”
“Yes,” you nodded.
“Why?” asked Yeosang.
Jongho lifted your chemise to show the scabbed area. “I hope it doesn’t scar,” he said. “Master Seonghwa won’t like that.”
“Hm, doesn’t seem too bad to me,” Yeosang said, resuming his horn removal. “We’ll apply some ointments to avoid scarring and infection. Get the tub ready.”
When he removed the second “horn”, you breathed a sigh of relief. This did not last long because Yeosang and Jongho lifted the chemise off your body, and put you into the tub. Neither of them said anything as they went about the bathroom. Each of them took a side of the tub: Jongho dipped a soft cloth into the water to start cleaning your grimy skin while Yeosang squirted a pink substance into your hair.
“Who is Yunho?” you asked out of curiosity, watching Jongho begin washing between your fingers and under your nails.
“He’s the Head of House here,” said Yeosang, spreading the shampoo in your hair. “We all answer to him, including you.”
“I thought Hongjoong-”
“-Master Hongjoong, girl,” he said sternly, digging into your scalp. You didn’t know how he managed to scrub it, but he did. “They are your masters now; that is how you address them at all times. Even if they’re not in the room, you show your respect and gratitude. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“As I was saying,” he continued, pouring water into your hair with a cup and continuing to scrub more, “Yunho is the Head of House-”
“-He means the house staff-” Jongho explained.
“-And he’s in charge of anything having to do with the domestics in the house,” he said. “This includes kitchen and housekeeping duties. Now that the masters have a slave, you indirectly fall under his care. He will be your communication between the masters and you when they’re not present. Anything regarding you is taken directly to him, and he decides how to proceed from there.”
“Indirectly?”
“He’s our boss, technically,” Jongho said, starting to gently wipe at your neck, face and chest. “Yeosang is the Chief Handler, so he takes care of everything concerning you: grooming, training, and well being. I’m his assistant. Let’s say you fall ill, Yeosang takes care of getting to the doctor, medicine and other medical needs while I make sure you are as comfortable as possible.”
“You mentioned someone named Wooyoung?” you asked next, wiping water from your eyes when he finished.
“He’s a slave groomer,” Yeosang told you. He rinsed out your hair as best as he could, then decided a second wash was needed. You felt his fingers digging into your scalp as if doing so loosened the oils left there. You wanted to protest, but you felt that would be pointless. “He is the best. He’ll be in charge of your physical appearance and your wardrobe. Apparently, the masters demanded you have three separate wardrobes, but I imagine he’ll be handsomely paid for the work.”
“Are there other slaves here?”
“You mean, pleasure slaves like you?”
“Yes.”
“No. The Masters never bothered with pleasure slaves up until recently. They usually called on a brothel owner to bring his prettiest ones, and they’d have their fun with that. I guess having one pleasure slave is cheaper in the long run.”
“They’d mentioned something about making me into what they want,” you said. “I’m not sure what they meant by that.”
“Me neither,” Jongho mused, cleaning your legs and feet. “I suppose they are bored with the succubi the brothel people bring. A lot of them are trained in the same classical way, so perhaps they wanted something new?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Yeosang said, running a thin white liquid through your hair, “It’s not our place to question their motives.” The new shampoo stung your scalp, and you reached up to touch it before he swatted your hands away. “It’s a pest treatment.”
“I do not have pests!” you exclaimed in shock.
“Judging by how this is foaming in your hair, yes, you did,” he started running another comb over only the roots before loosening into the rest of your hair, “I don’t know how they bedded you last night. You’re filthy.”
“It’s not her fault, Yeosang,” Jongho came to your defense, rinsing the body wash off your skin. “Those lower class brothels are infested with disease and filth.”
“I am not dirt-”
“-Save it,” Yeosang cut you off. “As I said, the masters have their reasons and we have no right to question them.”
“But we can wildly speculate,” Jongho grinned. “She deserves to know why they chose her over a succubus or another type of demon. It must be confusing for her.”
“It can’t be that confusing. Why does it even matter? She is here now, and that’s it. End of story.”
“They never showed interest in the sinners outside of entertainment before.”
“Sex is another form of entertainment, Jongho.”
“Yes, but they usually mate with other demons, not humans. I’m only saying it is strange. Do you think they did it to spite Her?”
“Who?” you asked, squeezing your eyes as Yeosang rinsed the treatment out in a separate bucket. When he pulled you away, you saw all the dirt he’d removed.You gasped at the tiny dots floating in the water.
“Their mother,” Yeosang said, pulling you back in front of him. This time he slathered a mint-colored paste through your strands. “And no. In order to spite someone, you must actually care what they think.”
Jongho finished scrubbing you with the first wash, then pulled out two scrubbing brushes. From a small white tub, he began smearing an exfoliant on your skin. It tingled and smelled of cucumber. “She won’t be pleased when she hears they have a pleasure slave now.”
“And that will be of no concern to them.” He let the paste sit in your hair, and joined Jongho in lathering you in the pale green cleanser. “Stand up.”
“What?”
“Stand up. We need to wash all of you before we apply the body toner, the exfoliant, the mud masks, and the serums and oils,” he said. “I told you this would be a long process. Stand up.”
You stood up, the air chilling your wet skin, and the two men started scrubbing. Their brushes scratched your skin raw, removing layers of grime and oil from you. You thought more about your new masters. You remembered them mentioning their plans for you. Hongjoong wanted the “perfect submissive”. Seonghwa wanted a “doll”. San wanted a “wife”. You assumed they couldn’t achieve their wishes with any regular slave, so they needed a slave from a lower level brothel. The high-class demon slaves must be a dime a dozen to these demon lords. With you, they believe they have a slave with no particular talents or skills. You didn't dare mention that you'd technically lied, but it's not your fault they never asked. If they want to shape you, you'd let them. You'd do anything to avoid going back to the brothel; not when you have such a good thing going here.
You jumped when a cold hand touched between your legs. Yeosang said nothing as he covered your sex in a bright blue foam. Since it lacked any sensuality, you couldn’t help feeling a bit of embarrassment.
“Does it sting?” he asked you from his crouched position.
“No?”
“Good. Then that means there are no lesions we have to worry about.”
You yelped next when Jongho applied the same foam to your backside. “Sorry,” he giggled, “I should have warned you first. The masters asked us to do a thorough clean up before Wooyoung arrives.”
“I will say,” Yeosang said, “You do have a very nice body. I can see why the masters took you right away, filth and all.”
“Um, thank you?”
“Take it,” Jongho whispered when he stood behind you, “It’s the closest you’ll get to a compliment.”
Jongho applied lotion to your top half while Yeosang took care of the bottom half. The same was done when they took you to a chair near the window. As Jongho cleaned, cut and shaped your nails, Yeosang did the same with your toes. You thought it might fall under Wooyoung’s jurisdiction, but you didn’t question it. Your head went back to wrapping itself around everything happening. You clearly have entered a new class of slave, and you didn’t know if that was good or bad. You aren’t particularly special apart from being moderately good at things and a damned human soul. What interest would they have in that? If they grew tired of their own kind, you knew they’d eventually lose interest in you too. You shuddered to think what that looked like.
So, you must do whatever they say. Just like everything in your new life, if you make the higher-ups happy, you stay where you are. You would not have gotten to a top-rank position in your previous life otherwise.
“Is she presentable?”
Yunho appeared in the doorway in his black suit, hands behind his back and seriousness on his face. Both Yeosang and Jongho shot up the moment they saw him, not bothered by the tools falling to the floor.
“Yes, sir,” said Yeosang in a curt nod.
He walked further into the room and looked over your nude body. “Hm, yes, I suppose this will have to do,” he approved. “Wooyoung is in the dressing room. Take her there, and I’ll send Mingi to meet you. Her breakfast?”
“Cook is already preparing her breakfast as we speak, sir.”
“The Masters explicitly asked that she maintain a healthy diet,” he said. “They’ve requested three square meals, treats if she’s well behaved and snacks to stave off hunger. I already told Cook how they want her meals planned out. It should be ready by the time Wooyoung finishes. I'll send Mingi to collect her when he's done.”
“Who is Mingi?”
“Your bodyguard,” he answered, “The Masters insisted you be watched over at all times. Mingi is the best of the best. He will make sure you’re safe when The Masters are absent.”
“That’s…nice of them.”
Yunho stepped forward, “I don’t think you realize exactly who you belong to now, YN. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and San are three of Prince Asmodeus’s many offspring which earns them high-born status and royal titles. They are important men in this realm. They can't be seen owning a dirty pleasure slave. What would people think?”
“I was under the impression they don’t care what anyone thinks.”
He laughed softly, “They don’t and they do simultaneously. Unless you enjoyed being infested with fleas?”
“I didn’t have fleas,” you argued.
Yunho huffed, “Regardless, Yeosang, they’re waiting in the dressing room.”
“Of course.”
Both Yeosang and Jongho bowed as he left the room. They grabbed a new, thicker chemise for you to wear and took you back through the bedroom and into a separate room. It was a large closet from what you guessed. Women dressed in maid’s outfits walked about the space hanging up clothes, stacking shoeboxes, and storing jewelry. In the middle of the room stood a skinny, black-haired demon in a black suit with shimmering cuffs and hem line. He directed a pair of maids to hang up three black dresses in the second clothing rack instead of the first.
“Seonghwa is the eldest, so let’s keep this by age order. Hongjoong’s wardrobe is in the middle, thank you,” he said to them. He turned to see Yeosang and Jongho by the dressing room door, and he beamed brightly. “Yeosangie! Jongho! How are you?!”
He hugged both men happily, “So good to see you both again. I thought I’d never get another job in the Black Keep after Mistress left. Where is she?”
“Right here,” Jongho brought you forward. “Wooyoung, this is YN. YN, this is Wooyoung, your groomer.”
“Hello,” you said, trying to smile.
“Aren’t you a beauty?” Wooyoung marveled, walking around you in a circle. “When Yunho told me to expect slum trash, I was expecting matted hair, scars, fleas and sores. This one can almost pass as a demon if you look at her in the right lights. You sure she’s not a cambion?”
“No, she’s not a half-breed,” said Yeosang. “I hope this means you’re satisfied?”
“Very,” he grinned, touching one of your wet locks, “She’s like a fresh canvas. I can’t wait to get started. You two can leave; you, come with me.”
He shooed your handlers away and brought you over to a vanity mirror. Right away, maids surrounded the both of you. Wooyoung dried your hair the way you normally would, taking as much time as he needed, before adding protectants and serums. Your hair smelled like rosemary oil by the time he finished braiding and weaving it into a halo shape. The maids applied light makeup while two more painted your nails in a french manicure.
“You’re a groomer, huh? Like a stylist, right?”
“Kind of,” he said, walking over to a section separate from the three main clothing stations, “I cater to the upper classes rather than the poorer ones. Rich demons like their slaves to look pretty, and those common stylists simply do not have the vision nor the taste that my clients have. I can make a slum slut look like a princess, while the one you had could barely pass you off as a succubus.” He stood in front of the opposite wall, staring at the different outfits he’d brought with him. “That’s why your masters called on me to dress you.”
“What are you dressing me with today?”
“I have no idea. They didn’t tell me which of them you’d be with today, so I’ll go with my gut on this. I’ll go with…” he scanned the rack, fingers dancing over the different fabrics before stopping, “Yes, this one should be nice. It’s simple, clean and pretty. You have no idea how many times the word ‘pretty’ was used in that letter. My assistants and I played a drinking game with it.”
He brought over a short pale blue sundress. It reminded you of the dresses you used to wear at your summer house. Flowing dresses that kept you cool in the summer season and left a bit to the imagination. Your boss at the time loved seeing you in shorter sun dresses, but you only wore those to please him. Sleeping with him got you the office manager position you’d wanted. Your masters reminded you of him in a way: A horny rich man with particular kinks and preferences. Back then, you played whatever trope your lover wanted. You endured their flirtations because it meant you’d climb higher on the ladder; you’d have more money, more freedom.
When you died in that club bathroom, you lost all of that.
Yeosang and Jongho returned, followed by another man. He stood taller than both of them, with long blond hair he kept to his shoulders. Like most of the house staff, he wore a suit, except he looked more militarized with the buttons down the front and a sword sheathed at his waist. He gave you the same stone stare a lot of people around here had.
“YN, this is Mingi,” Yeosang introduced the guard behind them. “He’s your bodyguard. He'll be in charge of your security and safety.”
“Nice to meet you,” you said as Wooyoung slipped the dress over your head and fixed it around your waist.
Mingi only nodded his head.
“Hurry and finish,” Yeosang said to you, “The Masters have woken up already and they’re already having breakfast.”
“I'm going, I'm going. I’m putting the very last touches,” Wooyoung grabbed a perfume bottle, then sprayed it all around you. “There, she’s ready.”
Coughing on the scent of vanilla in the air, you looked at yourself in a nearby mirror. The person that looked at you in the mirror resembled the living version more than the dead one. The living you adorned herself with luxury brands, went to the salon regularly, drove fancy cars, had a penthouse where she threw parties every weekend. She had her own stockbroker company; she rolled in money regardless of how many lives she'd ruined. She stared at you now in the mirror, looking the same except for her eyes. Your eyes. They did not have the confidence or perhaps arrogance you once carried. No amount of makeup could conceal the emptiness inside.
“They’re going to be so pleased!” Jongho beamed, a gummy smile bringing up his cheeks. “She looks wonderful!”
“Well done, Wooyoung,” Yeosang bowed slightly, “You’ll be paid handsomely for this.”
“I hope so,” he said, “And well done to you too. I heard she was a mess when they brought her here.”
“Filthy, for certain,” he replied. “Come, I’ll take you to Yunho for your payment. Jongho, take YN to her masters. They’re in the dining room.”
“Yes.”
Yeosang and Wooyoung left the room, and Jongho turned to you. “You look beautiful, YN,” he grinned at you, leading you out of the dressing room through another door. Walking into a carpeted hallway, Mingi stayed five steps behind you while Jongho walked beside you.
“Wooyoung really knew what he was doing when he dressed you in that. It’ll go nicely with your collar when The Masters go to pick it up.”
“Collar?”
“You didn’t think you’d be walking around without one, did you? How else are people supposed to know you belong to someone already?”
“Right…I never gave it much thought.”
“Well, I haven’t seen it yet, but I bet it’s going to be beautiful. Nothing like those leather straps I see the common slaves wear,” he said. “I’m sure it’ll match your leashes too.”
You hated leashes. If being owned by someone didn’t strip you of your humanity, being tugged around on a leash did. Rufus used to tell you that sort of freedom needed to be earned; it wasn’t given automatically. At least you had a bedroom and not a pet bed or a cage.
Jongho led you through several corridors before bringing you into a dining room. More posh furniture, expensive possessions and fancy artwork surrounded the room. At a dining table, you saw the three brothers sitting together. They each picked at the breakfast spread laid out before them, talking as they ate and drank. None of them noticed either you or Jongho, so wrapped up in their conversation that they didn’t care for the servants nearby. You took sight of the other maids standing by; how they remained silent like statues, meant to be seen and only called upon when needed.
“Masters,” Jongho said to get their attention, “Your pet is here.”
The three of them smiled when they saw you. Eyes undressed you a second time, mouths dropping open and eyes growing heavy.
“She looks phenomenal,” Seonghwa said first. “Like a delicate piece of cake.”
“A yummy cake,” Hongjoong smirked, eyes far too focused on your chest. “I personally prefer her with nothing at all.”
“We discussed this already, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa looked at him, “She is not walking about here naked.”
“She doesn't have to be fully naked,” he remarked. “Lingerie works just as well.”
“I think she's lovely either way,” said San, “Sit with us.”
Jongho brought you to the other side of the table. All three of them continued staring, and you didn't know how to react or feel. Jongho pulled your chair out for you, placed a cloth napkin in your lap and pushed you forward. He said nothing as he left you alone with your new Owners.
“How are you feeling, Pet?” Hongjoong asked, returning to his breakfast. “Not too sore, I hope.”
“Nothing beyond what I normally feel,” you admitted. Sitting did feel uncomfortable, but nothing you could not manage on your own.
“Really? No stinging pain or soreness anywhere?” San asked, drinking from a coffee cup. “You don't have to be brave around us, Darling.”
“It's there, but I'm used to it,” you admitted.
“Then we have to make an effort to have you really feeling it the next time, don't we?” Hongjoong smirked.
“Ugh, Joongie,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “Ignore him, Kitten. You'll come to learn Master Hongjoong is quite lewd.”
“You say that as if you're not.”
“Alright, I stand corrected: he is openly lewd.” He quietly sipped from his tea cup, and said, “But, I want to know more about you, Kitten. What were you before you died?”
You squirmed in your seat. “A CEO of my own company…” you answered softly, not meeting their eyes. Shame instantly cane over you saying the words out loud.
“But last night you told us that you're basically useless as a slave,” said Hongjoong. “How could you own your own company?”
You didn't want to answer. You couldn't bear saying it out loud. “I sort of…cheated my way there?”
“How?”
“She fucked her way to the top,” snorted Hongjoong, finishing off his stew. He gave a taunting laugh, “I fucking knew it.”
“Yeah, I did…”
Seonghwa continued staring at you. You felt him scanning over you like they'd done last night. Jongho returned with a silver tray with a cup of milk, a bowl of oatmeal and fresh fruit. You forced yourself to focus on the food rather than the demon's attentive stare. You promised yourself you'd keep your previous life private. Whenever a client or a fellow slave asked, you lied each time. Yet, something told you that lying to these three is pointless. You ate some of the oatmeal, tasted the cinnamon flavored oats and dropped a few blueberries into it.
“You scammed people,” Seonghwa smirked knowingly. You hated the violated feeling he left inside your head. It felt as if someone poked a hole and stuck the screwdriver around. “Didn't you?”
“I did.”
“How?”
“My company sold stocks,” you admitted, stirring your oatmeal to focus on something else. You tried not thinking about anything but the mushy, milky oats turning a tinged blue. “That's it.”
“That's not it, though,” Seonghwa said, his eyes narrowing and grinning, “You made people go broke after you stole their money from them. A man even killed himself after he lost his life savings. Your company left a lot of people way worse than if you'd left them alone.” He leaned forward, “You stole their money because you wanted to live a life of ultimate excess. Sex, money, power, alcohol…drugs.”
You forced down more oatmeal at the word.
“Do you want to tell my brothers how you died or do you want me to?”
“I overdosed on coke in a club bathroom.”
“Had a snow day in that stall, huh?” Hongjoong joked.
“It’s not something I’m proud of.”
“You sound like you were proud of it at the time.”
“Of course I was,” you argued. “I was a single woman with no college education, working a high-paying job, sleeping with people I wanted to sleep with, and doing whatever I felt like doing.”
“Some of those people just happened to be married too,” Seonghwa sneered. Hands intertwined, he placed them on the table and said, “It appears our pet was quite naughty in her previous life.”
“Obviously,” San rolled his eyes. “But, she’s a good girl now, which is all that matters to me,” he smiled fondly at you, then chewed his bacon.
“I love the naughty ones,” Hongjoong said, drinking from a wine cup. “I love the high-spirited, fierce ones. They’re fun to break. I wonder how long it took them to break you? A year? Two?”
“I suppose. Time works differently here.”
“It does,” San said, “Besides, why does any of that matter? She’s here now and that should be enough.”
“I’m not going to have a total stranger in my house,” Seonghwa looked over at him. “I like to know what I can.”
“As if you can’t just burrow into her head and find it yourself like you just did,” he pointed out.
“I prefer she give me the information willingly, rather than me having to find it myself,” Seonghwa said. “It’s more fun watching them squirm as they reveal themselves to me.” He turned back to you, “It’s like peeling back an orange and seeing the veins underneath. Our secrets, no matter how small, stick to us like a second skin. Getting to spend my whole day flaying that skin gives me no greater satisfaction. I like seeing the filth and wickedness these human sinners try hiding. It’s my job to make them confess and accept their fate. Judging from how you ended up being a slave, you already felt guilty for what you’d done.”
“Psh, too late for repentance now,” Hongjoong laughed softly.
“How did you become a slave, Darling?” San said.
“They asked me.”
“Who?”
“The slavers. They come around the circles and ask if anyone wishes to trade their punishment in for a lighter punishment.”
“Did they tell you what this ‘lighter punishment’ was?”
“No. I didn’t know until I had the collar around my neck.”
“They didn’t brand you,” Hongjoong noted. “They usually brand the slaves.”
“They thought it’d damage me,” you shrugged.
You thought back to the slaver who’d clapped chains on you. A hulking demon with dark green skin and beady black eyes came regularly to the circle of lust looking for demon slaves. Usually, they go for the other demons looking to escape their poverty, but occasionally they take humans. He thought you were pretty enough for a human. You’d make him a lot of money, he said. After a few months with him, he sold you off to somebody else. That slaver then put you up for auction after you slashed a patron with a broken bottle. The man who bought you after that enjoyed using the whip, and he liked using it on you.
“I bet after you started seeing that perhaps enslavement is worse than whatever punishment you served in your circle,” Hongjoong guessed. You saw the delight at the idea in his eyes. “After a few years of being abused and raped by demons night after night slowly broke you. Having your dignity stripped from you inch by inch and piece by piece left you a walking shell, huh?” His eyes glinted with a smile, “I wish I’d been there. It’s an entertaining sight, watching a slave be broken. It’s a shame they’d broken you already,” he pouted in a sigh, “I’d love to have been the one to break you.”
“But the broken ones are so bland,” San said. “They have no personality. They’re always sad and miserable. It makes for a really boring fuck.”
“Extremely boring,” Seonghwa agreed.
You drank some coffee, black and bitter, to keep yourself from speaking. There’d been nights where you enjoyed it. It wasn’t always bad. You found demon cock and pussy better than anything you had before. A few customers might get rough with you, toss you around and beat you to pieces before taking it, but not all of them. As long as you faked resistance with some, the brothel owners did not come down on you. Last night had been the best of them all.
Seonghwa’s laugh broke through your thoughts. “Slut,” he said, amused.
“What?” Hongjoong asked eagerly. “What did you see?”
“They broke you well,” Seonghwa said to you. “You began to like it after a while.”
“You did?” Hongjoong laughed.
“A lot,” he answered for you. “That’s definitely a bonus for us,” he said, finishing his breakfast and wiping his mouth. “That way we can bypass all the tears and fussing. It makes for a really ruined orgasm, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t like my sluts weeping when I’m fucking them.” He stood up from his seat and walked over to you. You stayed still as warm hands rested on your shoulders and his lips touched your ear. “Unless it’s because they’re so overwhelmed and overstimulated they can’t take it anymore.” His hands went down your arms and came at level with your breasts, “You were magnificent last night, Kitten. You took our cocks so well and did so much more than what we expected from you. I fell asleep thinking about your mouth wrapped around my dick, sucking me softly and slowly.” He cupped your breasts through your dress, the gentle touch making you gasp. “And your pussy…” he exhaled deeply, “Your sweet pussy really did taste like honey. I wonder who did that? Humans only taste like that if a demon made it that way. I could eat it all day,” he pecked underneath your ear, “And have you ride me right after.” He groped your breasts, creating a tightness inside you. “I can’t wait to have you to myself.”
“Master…” you breathed, gripping the edges of your chair as he pinched your nipples through the dress.
Seonghwa chuckled deeply, giving your neck a kiss, “I regret going into work so early now. How can I be expected to be content with a good breakfast when I have your sensitive sex in front of me? It’s torture itself.” He gave your neck another kiss, then stood up straight. “I’m off, Brothers,” he said, “I’ll see you all tonight.”
They waved him goodbye, leaving you with San and Hongjoong. Clearly, the sight of Seonghwa coaxing a reaction from you propelled Hongjoong to do the same. The red-haired demon came up to you next. Standing beside you, he traced your jawline before turning your chin. You looked up at him, seeing the gleam of arousal in his eyes as he examined you.
“It’s a shame I’m working all day,” he sighed. His thumb traced the bottom lip line, “I’d love to spend the day edging and teasing you until you’re weeping from need.” He crouched beside you, sliding his hand under the arm and into your lap. You jumped in place as he felt beneath your dress. “I imagine this pussy,” he pressed his fingers to your sex, sliding them up and down your slit, “Gets very, very, wet if I try hard enough.” He pushed one finger further into the soft material to feel the wetness growing there. He laughed, “Already getting wet for me, huh? Filthy slut.” He nuzzled your neck as he continued circling your clit, “My dirty slut. My good whore. All mine, whenever I want you. I’m supposed to share you with my brothers, as we’d all agreed,” he smiled into your neck as you shifted around his fingers, “But that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you on their days either. A quick one in the bathroom or in Hwa’s library…maybe in the garden after dark, where it’s only you and me and I’m pumping more of my cum into you. I saw how much you came whenever we finished inside you. You’re going to be so full, Pet. So fucking full you’ll be bursting from that tight hole.”
“Don’t you have sinners to go torture, Joong?” San appeared on the other side of you. “You know they don’t like it when you’re late. You’re their best Affliction.”
Hongjoong huffed contemptuously, removing his hand from under your dress. “Fine,” he grumbled, standing up. “I’ll be home after dark.”
“As always.”
Hongjoong walked out of the room scowling, but this did not bother San. He gave you a gentle smile when you two were the last ones. He put his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb as he spoke.
“You really were wonderful last night,” he said, looking to where his hand was on your body. “You were so well behaved and made me cum so hard. I’ve never had a whore who made me cum like that. You really are something special.”
“I’m happy you were pleased, Master,” you responded, doing your best not to melt into his touch.
“I was very, very pleased,” he chuckled. “You only did for me what any good servant does for her masters; what any good wife would do for her husband.”
So he meant it when he said you’d roleplay as his wife.
“Come with me,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I want to show you our room.”
You followed San from the dining room, through a hall with checkered floors and two staircases going upwards. The space between doors indicated that the rooms inside must be big. You guessed the masters’ individual rooms by the doors themselves. Seonghwa’s doors had two masked faces on either side of the frame; both gave austere gazes through empty eye sockets, staring straight ahead to the opposite wall. Hongjoong kept succubus decals outside his door, the two slim figures in the same suggestive pose and half-naked. San’s doors had two sigils on either door: a shield with two swords crossing over it. This is where you stopped.
He opened the door, and led you into a foyer area where you saw a coat rack, key holders, and a mat. Bright yellow walls stretched throughout the main room, with a dark green carpet on the floor. The furniture reminded you of the retro 50’s styles you’d see on television. It came with the old school big televisions, a record player, and matching green couches and an armchair. Paintings on the walls seemed like the kind someone might buy at a thrift store, mass produced with no name. San had not been joking when he said he wanted a housewife.
“This is obviously the living room,” San said, gesturing to the large room. Even the curtains reminded you of the ones from your grandmother’s house, a hideous floral pattern that matched the greenery of the room. “You don’t have to worry about cleaning anything since the maids come here and do that, but I’d like it if you at least pretended you had. You know, mention cleaning something or doing our laundry or whatever comes to you when I come home. I like thinking that you went through the trouble of keeping my house orderly for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And breakfast and lunch is already covered by Cook,” he said, “All you need to worry about is dinner.”
“I…I don’t know how to cook very well…”
“That’s not a problem. You only need to plan out the dinner meal, and have the kitchen make it for you. Of course, you’ll be serving it yourself. I would like you to at least have a drink prepared for me when I come home. I left you a list of drinks I like by the bar,” he pointed to a small bar in the corner.
“How will I know when you come home?”
“Simple,” he retrieved a laminated paper from the bar and handed it to you, “I have a schedule that you’ll be following.”
You read the schedule to yourself as San went to the bar. “6am, regular morning routine with handlers. 7am, wake Husband up-”
“-Preferably with a blowjob or something. It’s a good start to the day-”
“-7:30am, prepare breakfast-”
“-Cook has a list of foods that I like that you can choose from-”
“-9am, breakfast with Husband-”
“-In our dining room,” he led you into another room, a lovely dining area with a dark wood table and chairs. “It’s only on Sundays that we’d eat with Hongjoong and Seonghwa.”
“-10am, see Husband off to work-”
“-On my days only-”
“-10am to 5pm, clean house and run errands as needed. Prepare self last ten minutes for husband-”
“-No husband likes coming home to a frazzled wife. I like seeing you pretty when I come home-”
“-6pm, dinner with Husband. 7pm, bath and bed routine. 8pm bedtime.”
It was the stereotypical housewife schedule you’d expected. Your own mother followed a similar routine because she didn’t know any better. Every woman in your family married right out of high school, had children, cleaned their house, went to their own jobs if they had one, and came home to cook dinner and take care of their husband. You’d told yourself you’d never follow such a lifestyle. There’d been more to life than catering to a man and popping out babies for him.
“What do you think?” San asked for your opinion.
“The truth?”
“Preferably.”
“It reminds me of my mother,” you said, keeping the bittersweetness out of your voice. “She had the same routine, except she still worked. All day. Every day, she served my deadbeat dad like he was a king. The bastard never showed an ounce of appreciation. She slaved over stoves, vacuum carpets, and cleaned toilets. She did everything he wanted her to do, and he never gave anything back. All he did was take and take and take.”
“Touched a nerve, huh?” San teased with a smile.
“I hated him.”
“Most girls with daddy issues had one that loved them too much or not enough. Which one are you?”
“Stupid bitch! Youre so goddamn worthless! Why do I even keep you and that brat around?!”
“Darling?”
“I'm sorry, Jack! I'm sorry! I'll…I'll remake it, I promise!”
“Darling, you in there?”
“You got detention again? Why am I not surprised? You might as well quit school, kid. The only thing you'll be smart enough to do is lay on your back!”
“Hey, come back to me.”
You snapped back into reality with San's gentle touch. Rough hands sliding over your softer ones soothed the shakiness of your bones. You took notice of his kind eyes, and how they did not seem to delight in your misery. They pitied you. He wrapped a hand behind your neck and another brought you closer to him. His warmth felt comforting now, his spiced scent reminding you of warm cinnamon rolls on a lazy sunday morning. You hated the effects incubus pheromones did to you. They often used them to subdue you; it made you more compliant. But, with San, this did not feel that way.
“Maybe I won't be so strict on my schedule,” he decided, seeing the permanent sadness in your eyes. “My older brothers will already be enough. You don't need me adding to it-”
“-No, no,” you shook your head. “I will follow your schedule as you asked. You're my master. I'm supposed to please you according to your comfort levels, not mine.”
“But I want you to enjoy it too,” he said. “Your comfort here means a lot to me.”
“It does?”
“Yes, of course. You're my pet now,” he lifted your chin so you looked at him, “I want to take care of you.”
You couldn't trust the word of a demon. They all lie. Yet, you accepted his false promise.
“Did you have siblings?” He asked, hoping to move onto something else.
“No. It was just the three of us.”
“Lucky. I have dozens of half-siblings. My father is the Prince of Lust, so you can imagine that results in a lot of kids,” he chuckled softly. “Cambion and full blooded demons in my family tree. I don’t even know most of them, since we're all so scattered.”
“Then why do you live with your brothers? Do you have the same mother?”
“No, we don't. We had the same caretaker, Madame Madeline. She left us when I became of age and didn't have to look after us anymore. The house has been pretty empty since she left.” He looked down at your body, “In such a big palace, there are a lot of empty rooms. Our father told us once he hoped we'd have demon children of our own one day…”
“He must be disappointed.”
“He'd have to be paying attention in the first place. We don't really see our father that often. I personally have only seen him about four or five times in my life.”
“I wish mine could've been the same way.”
“I do too,” he then said, “If it makes you feel better, he's likely down in the circles while you're up here at the top.”
“We're still in the same place.”
“Oh, Darling,” he sighed, “Maybe one day you'll realize exactly where you are. You're not living in a dirty, gross brothel anymore. You're living in the Black Keep high up on the hill outside the inner circles. You must understand how important that makes you now.”
San brought you into his arms, eyes growing lustful as he felt down your back. That familiar scent from last night came back, relaxing your tense body. “It's a shame I can't breed you,” he said, changing subject once again. “I’d love to see you round and swollen with my kid. They’d be as beautiful and sweet as you, and as strong as me. They could fill up those empty rooms, pattering around and causing chaos in this place. I really wish we could,” He kissed your lips softly, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t try, right? You love it when I cum inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you breathed as he kissed you again.
He grinned, “Good to know. Knowing you liked that only made me want to fill you up with more of it in each hole.”
The arousal his brothers started stirred in your stomach as San kissed you again. This time he locked his lips with yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out an involuntary gasp feeling his tongue snake its way inside and brushing with yours. San groaned softly, sliding his hands down your back to grab your ass. When he slid his tongue away, he gave several kisses which ended with a tug to your lower lip. Your hands rested on his muscled arms, feeling them flex through his crisp white shirt. For a moment, you imagined him without the upturned horns and the black claws that can rip and tear through you. He’d be the hot new guy at your office, eager to start working and making money. You’d be only eager to get into his pants. San pressed you against the dining table, your legs instinctively spread for him.
“Such a good girl,” he said, starting to kiss down your neck, “Ready to go whenever I want.” He stepped back and looked you over. “They put you in such a short dress.”
“Do you not like it?”
“I’m not a big fan of it,” he admitted, “But that doesn’t stop me at all.” He put his hands on the hem of your dress, and lifted it off of you. In nothing but the white lace bra and panty set Wooyoung put you in, you stayed still to let him look at you. “This…” he breathed, reaching up to squeeze one of your tits, “This I certainly don’t mind.”
You bit your lip as you watched him start a trail of kisses over your cleavage. Little by little, San tugged down the bra underneath your breasts until the straps came down your shoulders. Your bare flesh exposed to him, San moaned as he took one nipple in his mouth. You grinded into his bulge, big and steadily hardening, when the small sensitive sparks started bursting. His hot tongue traced the wrinkled skin of your nipples, flicking at the peak at the very end while he squeezed them more. You couldn’t help yourself from reaching down his hard body to the tent forming in his black slacks.
“Mm, yes,” he breathed, giving each nipple a soft bite, “Stroke it. Take it out and stroke it for me, Darling.”
You unbuckled his belt, whimpering as he continued sucking on your nipples, and pulled him out. Just as big and hard as last night, your mouth watered feeling the hot, hard muscle twitch in your hand. The temperature between you went up once you both started kissing again, moaning into each other’s mouths. You found yourself grinding against nothing, eager to have friction against your aching sex. San saw this and turned you around so you stood in front of him. Lifting one of your legs, he placed his thigh up against you while he held you there.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he said in your ear, “Rub against my leg. I want you to leave a little wet spot there for me. Go ahead and make a mess on my pants. I won’t be mad.”
You leaned into him and started rubbing yourself into the hard thigh. Not an ounce of fat on this man; none at all. San was all muscle, which he flexed as you started stroking him again. You continued in time with your humping, whining like a bitch in heat for him. His cock throbbed in your hand in every squeeze of his tip, and he let out a low groan when you reached down to his balls momentarily.
“Keep doing that,” he said, forcing you to keep your hand on them, “It feels so damn good. I love feeling your pretty hand on my balls…fuck, yes…”
He took hold of your ass to guide you along his thigh. The touch urged you to pleasure him more. His low hums rumbled in his chest as you kissed down his neck. San took a moment to unbutton the first few buttons to give you access to his warm, taupe skin. You rolled his balls in your hand, cupping them how he cupped your ass and giving a gentle squeeze. Your pussy grew wetter the longer you humped his thigh, the juices seeping through your panties and onto his pants.
“Gosh, you’re getting so wet, Darling,” he said in a raspy voice, pinching your nipple as you traveled back up his length. “I love it.”
Gosh, he was big. You loved taking in his length and girth. In the real world, he’d likely split you in half but not here. Not when you’re dead, and your body molded to take him in all and every angle. You wanted it again. You picked up the pace on his thigh, whining and jerking him until his precum dripped from the slit. This amused San, who started teasing your nipple again with his fingers. His teasing had you trembling in his grasp, combined with his hard body underneath you.
“Cum for me,” he said, capturing your lips with his. “Cum on my thigh. I want you to make a mess for me to flaunt around.”
Your free hand on his shoulder, you rode out your orgasm. It hit you much harder than you’d expected, your muscles seizing tightly and only relaxing when you finished. Breathing hard into his shoulder, your legs became jelly once again. The strong, muscled demon had no problem pulling you onto his lap against the table and turning you over. Pushing your panties aside, San plunged right into your clenching hole all the way to his balls. He kept your knees on either side of him as he started pumping himself inside you. You put one of his hands on your tits, wanting him to play with them again while he fucked you. He didn’t deny you this, and grabbed it exactly how he had before.
Your grunts and moans joined together into the air. Back arching against the hardwood, you lost yourself in San. His cinnamon pheromone filled your lungs, becoming better than any line of cocaine you’d ever snorted. It gave you the energy you needed to keep taking his cock even after an orgasm. You could feel his tip pushing into your g-spot each time, creating a bulge in your lower belly as it’d done last night. San noticed this, staring down where your bodies met and he kept the same depth and pace. You touched right where you felt him the most as if this might pleasure him further, and this aroused him even more.
“Touch yourself for me,” San said in a shaky breath, “Rub that clit for me.”
Fingers pressing to your soaked clit, you rolled them around in circles for him. “Master…” you breathed, “Master, please don’t stop. It feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Darling,” he breathed. “I won’t. Just keeping rubbing your pussy like that and I'll keep going as long as you want.”
He then lifted you off the table, holding you in his strong arms as he bounced you up and down on it. You didn’t dare question exactly how strong your demon “husband” was, but it had you shaking in his embrace. It might as well be a work out for him with your size. Every deep, hard thrust brought up your volume. You couldn’t stop yourself.
That’s likely why you didn’t hear Yunho walk in on you. The butler didn’t say anything. He didn’t make his presence known to San. He only stood in the doorway, stock still with hands behind his back. Having him watch so intently, maintain eye contact with him as San grunted in your ear, brought on a new orgasm. One of the things you’d liked about the brothel were the lack of walls. The poorer patrons fucked in the open, main lounge in front of everyone.
Yunho’s gaze turned from stone to enjoyment the longer he watched. He is likely instructed to wait until his masters are done before speaking.
“Yunho is here, isn’t he?” San said in your ear, breathing hard as his orgasm approached.
“Yes.”
“Do you want him to stay and watch or should I send him away?”
You didn’t particularly know Yunho other than his position in the house, but having his round puppy eyes focused on you had you burning.
“I…” what would San want?
“It won’t be his first time.” He pressed his lips to your neck, “He has peep holes all around the house. In the bathrooms, the dressing rooms, the bedrooms…he even has them in the kitchen and the sun room after he learned we fuck each other in those places too. He prefers to watch than play.”
“He…He…I…”
“Yunho,” San put you back on the table, “Come sit here.”
“Yes, Master.”
Yunho took a seat at the table, removing his gloves and placing them on the table. His eyes met yours, and you expected him to touch you, but he didn’t. He looked over your face, then down to your breasts and then where San pounded into you. You heard the faint sound of a buckle and zipper before he slid his hand into his pants. San lifted you further and spread you apart so Yunho had a view of him inside you. Yunho‘s mouth fell open at the sight, and he instantly began pumping himself.
“Isn’t her cunt pretty, Yunho?” San asked in a smirk, head tilting back as you gripped him tightly.
“Very,” he swallowed, his arm moving slowly up and down.
San withdrew for a moment to rub his length along your sex, making sure to gather all the juices and spread them enough for Yunho to see. When he tapped on it, the light smacks jerked your knees and curled your toes. Yunho could also see the strings of fluids keeping San’s length connected to yours. He let out a particularly loud groan seeing your wetness being pooled and played with by his master. You wriggled on the table for San to put his cock back in, but your master did something different. Pulling you by the knees, he made you face Yunho from the other side after bending you over the edge. Yunho leaned back in his chair as you bounced against San’s hips, nearly drooling when San grabbed your arms to expose your bouncing breasts.
“Look how hard he is for you,” San moaned in your ear. “I’ve never seen him get hard so quickly. Then again,” you almost heard him smile, “Yunho has a fetish for humans.”
He instantly started going faster and harder, slowly going over the edge in each thrust. Yunho stayed transfixed on you the entire time. Your mouth hung open once you saw him pull himself from the restraints of his pants. Not as long as his masters, Yunho did have the width that had you wishing he’d join in. You arched your back more so he saw the rest of you. He began stroking faster, and you saw more clear precum sliding down from the head. Thick and red, you nearly drooled seeing it in his big hand.
“Fuck, I wanna cum inside you. I want to fill-fill you up, and get you pregnant. Nothing would make me fucking happier,” San said, lifting your knee to the table, bending you forward further and reaching your g-spot once more. “Bending you over this table while you're carrying one…Having you ride me slow…fuck, that'd feel So damn good, wouldn't it?”
“Yes, yes, Mas-a-ster,” you cried between gritted teeth.
“Wouldn't you like to see that too, Yunho?”
“Yes…Yes, I would…”
Doesn’t my slave fuck nicely?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you like watching her?”
“Yes, sir,” he croaked through a moan as he gripped his chair tightly. His body contorting to his pleasure, the obscene sounds of his slick cock joined his moans. “She…She…”
“She, what?”
“She’s…so beautiful. She fucked you so well last night, sir,” he confessed, going faster and shutting his eyes. “I’ve never seen humans take a demon cock like that.”
“That’s what I said,” San took your waist and pinned you to the table. “That’s…That’s what I said!”
San released his orgasm right at that moment. Yunho quickly came to his at the same time, thick streams sliding down his underside onto his pants. You shook and clawed at the table feeling San’s cum spray your insides. The distinct heat and the squishing from below had you crying for more. San gave a few more deep pumps, slowly coming down from his orgasm as he twitched inside you. He said nothing as he withdrew from you, placed you on the table facing Yunho, and showed him your pussy. Messy, sloppy, and oozing with San’s demon cum, Yunho’s orgasm seemed to heighten instead of fall back down.
“A demon of greed and excess,” San explained in a breath, “They have a hard time letting go of good things…You might know something about that.”
Yunho eventually finished, slumping into the chair and tilting his head back. Clearly, creampies were one of Yunho’s favorite things, from what you guessed by the amount of cum on his pants and shirt.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Master,” he breathed, coming back to himself. He grabbed a cloth from his jacket and hurriedly cleaned himself. “I…I shouldn’t have…”
“It’s fine, Yunho,” San assured him. “You’ve served us very well. You deserve nice things from time to time. "YN didn’t mind either,” he said. He looked at his watch, “Ah, I have to go.” He ran his hands through his hair, and took a deep breath. “Good thing I’m commentating the arena today,” he breathed in relief, “Otherwise I don’t think I can fight on wobbly knees.” You heard him zip up his pants again, then bend over to kiss your shoulder. “Get cleaned up, Darling. Seonghwa wouldn’t want you dirty. He hates dirty things…Well, some things can be dirty, I’m sure.”
He pecked your lips, patted Yunho’s shoulder, then walked out of the room. The tension in the room rose, and you immediately closed yourself up. You began pulling your bra back over your breasts, not meeting Yunho’s eyes as he fixed his suit.
“You should, um, wash up and rest,” Yunho said awkwardly, finally standing up from his chair. His eyes went back down your body to your sex, which you’ve covered back up. “I’ll call Yeosang and-”
“-I’d like to wash myself, if that’s okay?”
“Alright then, um, yes. Yes, you can do that. You should also give those over to me,” he nodded to your underwear, “They’re dirty and you should be wearing fresh ones when Seonghwa comes for his lunch break.”
“Planning on keeping them?” you hoped teasing might ease the tension.
“No,” he replied rather defensively. “The underwear, please.” You removed them and handed them over to him. “The bathroom is across the room. If you need assistance, use the bell on the wall and Jongho will come to serve you. If you’ll excuse me, I have duties to, well, um, attend to.
He stiffly walked out of the dining room. The weight of your newest orgasm left you feeling light and fuzzy. When you slid off the table, the stickiness rubbed your inner thighs and your legs buckled slightly through the apartment. You removed your bra, since you saw no reason to keep it, and went into the bathroom. As you sunk into a warm bath, a giddy sensation filled your stomach. The reality of your situation started growing on you, and sinking its teeth into your veins like a venomous snake. You had a whole house of incubi and demon cock to have at all hours of the day. It sounded so much better than pleasuring the patrons of the House of Kisses.
You sank into the water, letting it engulf you, and imagined what Seonghwa had planned for you.
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A/N: what exactly has yn gotten herself into?? It's only getting better from here haha
#pirateeznet#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez fanfiction#ateez smut#choi san#san x reader#san x yn#san x you#san ateez#san smut
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So I'm bad with this thing, but I wanted to request a bonten where their husband is an omega only different from the others, as he is not sensitive and he orders bonten to obey (imagine him ordering him around in a meeting and random leaders are outraged by an omega ruling bonten) sorry for my english, i'm not of the english language
Title: I am Bonten
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Pairing: Bonten x O!Male Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Weapons, and Sexist Assholes.
Bonten was tired of this meeting already. The only thing going through most of their heads. They left their gorgeous Omega in their bed, for this meeting? It was all they could think about. It was only a matter of time before two things happen.
Either Mikey gets tired of the meeting and snaps, or (Name) comes in. The excutives didn't care which happened. They were just ready for the meeting to end. All they wanted to do was eat (Name)'s delicious food and finish the multiple piles of paperwork that was waiting on the Omega's desk.
Since their Omega was their assistant after many fails. They had their mate become their assistant and its made Bonten's work easier for them. Which made their lives easier if they were being honest. Since they finally had an assistant that wasn't just trying to sleep their way to the top. But also wasn't afraid to put them in their place.
As the company leader in front of them cleared his throat, probably to get their attention since it looked like almost nobody was paying attention. The door to the meeting room was kicked open. While Bonten didn't jump, knowing who it is and very used to the action. Their guest was not expecting the interruption.
Which lead to (Name) almost getting shot, if he hadn't already started making his way over to Bonten. But from what the excutives could tell, someone messed up. Most we're willing to bet it was one of the three idiots. "OI! Haruchiyo!" Said male perked up only to have the collar of his shirt grabbed. (Name) yanked Sanzu from his seat and glared at him.
The other members quietly laughed at his facial expression. Very quietly so they wouldn't get on their Omega's bad side again. "Why was in when I came into work expecting finished paperwork on my desk, I see the others have finished some paperwork. But nothing from you? As Bonten's second your supposed to set an example. Not FUCKING GOOF OFF!"
As (Name) shook Sanzu violently. The other watched like this was an everyday thing. Which is probably was true with how much Sanzu avoids his paperwork. Before (Name) knew it he was forcibly removed from Sanzu and thrown to the ground. The excutives jumped up to help but Mikey raised his hand.
Mikey of all people knew what happened if someone puts their hands on (Name). As someone who knew (Name) from his childhood, he knew how (Name) was raised. (Name) was an Omega not to be tried with. He'd learned the hard way how different he was from other Omega's.
(Name) glared at the towering figure and slowly got up. "Excuse you. But what the hell do you think you're doing putting your hands on me?" The air in the room immediately grew cold. The company chuckled. "You're excused Omega. Now leave so we can continue this meeting." (Name)'s glare hardened. "No. Get out."
The company leader busted out in laughter. "An Omega like you can't make us leave!" (Name) practically snarled. As he tried stepping closer to the peader only for the same male from earlier to get in his way. Making (Name) snap.
Bonten watched with smirks as (Name) threw the guard to the ground. They loved when (Name) got like this. It reminded them why they loved him so much. (Name) quickly took care of the other guards. After the last guard was down, (Name) stalked towards the leader. The Company leader looked furious as (Name) got into his face.
"I told you to get out. That was me being nice. Now," (Name) pulled out a gun and held it under the leader chin. "Either you leave and take your guys with you, or I blow your brains on the wall and your guys go to the basement." He pressed the gun harder. "You're choice bitch."
Mikey motioned the guys forward. Sanzu carefully wrapped his arms around (Name)'s waist while whispering something into his ear and kissed his neck. While making direct eye contact with the leader. (Name) huffed and pulled the gun away and growled. "Fine. Get this asshole out of my building."
The leader scoffed while ribbing his chin. "Your building?! This building belongs to Bonten!" (Name) with a straight face pulled down the collar of his turtle neck. Showing not only a bite mark, but in the middle of the bite was a tattoo. Bonten's tattoo to be exact. "I AM Bonten. Now leave while I'm still in a good mood."
Sanzu nodded to the others who got the guests to leave. Once they were gone, Sanzu turned (Name) around and gave him a sweet kiss. "Do you know how much we love you?" (Name) stares at him. "A lot. Do you know how much paperwork you need to do?" Sanzu stared. "Is it a lot?" (Name) nodded and Sanzu groaned. Laying his head on (Name)'s shoulder.
#male reader#x male reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x male reader#male omega reader#bonten#bonten x male reader#bonten mochi#bonten mikey#bonten kakucho#bonten kokonoi#bonten ran#bonten rindou#bonten sanzu#bonten takeomi
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nsfw, mdni - hard thought
inexperienced tyun brainrot,, where hes learning how to finger a girl properly
js imagine him being inexperienced and when u finally let him learn for himself how to finger a girl on you he's overjoyed:') once his fingers start to hesitantly explore around your clit all up in his face you're already getting wet, him sort of inspecting ur pretty pussy in awe and u can feel his hot exhales right where it's sensitive,, 😮💨
his fingers glide up and down n before u know it he's gotten u soakihbg wet buthes going so slow it's so infuriating like u want him to pound u already..,.. him stopping every 2 minutes to ask if he hurt u or if ur actually sure and u cant help but feel impatient, but because he cares so much🥹 when he finally starts to work his fingers against your folds and wet sounds start to emerge, lubricating your entrance with his spit as if it isn't covered in a layer of your own slick already~
but once he does that he finds it fascinating how it looks so wet on your pussy, so he's spreading it all over and his irises turn into little glossy hearts watching his fingers spread with strings of his spit + ur slick in between his middle n ring finger, so messy n he loves it. he finally thrusts them in and oh my god the lewd sounds are like ear candy to him. the way you squirm when he finally does what you want him to and the way it's all slimy and he just loves how fucking filthy it looks and feels, so nasty but it's how he likes it,,,
thrusting his fingers in and out as if he has a degree in fingering, even curling them up because he's seen it all over social media on how that's the spot, prodding right at that spongy button that send blood rushing through ur veins, goosebumps all over your core. "that's the spot huh?" he'd ask with amusement when he realizes you clench around his fingers whenever he prods up at your g spot, and at this point he's MILKING those moans out of you. plus, the squelching sounds with each movement of his two fingers alone and the pretty sight of pure wetness leaking out from the bottom of your hole has his cock pathetically throbbing in his pants ugh😵💫
the way his big boba eyes glisten as he explores every nook and crevice of your body, especially putting in more effort to discover the spots around your clit while being so drunk in the look and feel of it makes it even better. he's so dedicated to making you feel good and you find it adorable the way he's testing things out and confirming his suspicions when he sees your fucked out expressions... n even cuter when you realize he's humping the mattress for some sort of sensation because he can't help but grow hard at the sight in front of him, getting off to anything about you :'(
damn i really felt like writing pure porn sorry
#gratata#tyun brainrot moments#xuri writes#taehyun x reader smut#taehyun smut#taehyun hard thoughts#taehyun hard hours
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DENY PART 3
oh my god ok here is part three to my little deny series. i also have a moodboard i've been making for this series so lmk if you wanna see it.
divider by @saradika and i've reblogged their post of it if you want to seem more of their dividers as they're so cute!!!
this part contains smut and is 18+ so MDNI please and thank you.
cw: p in v, unprotected sex (always imagine a contraceptive is used bc this will never be a pregnancy fic), dirty talk, clit slapping (just once)
click to read part one and part two. :)
dreams (nsfw 18+)
"look at you baby, creamin' around popes cock." jj moans at the sight in front of him.
"mmh feels good" you whine. hardly able to form words other than little uh uhs from how good pope is fucking you. his dick so deep you can feel it in your throat.
pope is a panting sweaty mess as he shoves his thick cock back into your sopping wet pussy. jj sitting behind you while pope takes you in missionary.
the feeling of jjs hands all over your sensitive body has your nerve endings on fire. you can feel his hard dick poking your back but he doesn't care about his pleasure right now, he only wants to see you and pope go over the edge of orgasmic pleasure.
"i'm close, pope please" you whine pathetically, jj pinching your nipples harder, sucking spots onto your neck.
"yeah? you gonna cum on my dick pretty girl?" pope asks with a grin. you like this side of him, his cockiness. he's been spending too much time with jj.
"please pope. wanna cum."
"should we let her cum handsome?" jj inquires and you let out another pathetic whine because you want it now! you don't wanna wait.
"yeah she's been such a good girl, haven't you?" pope responds
"yes! yes i'm a good girl i swear. i'm good right j?" you feel yourself squeezing popes dick harder in your tight little pussy. jj moans into the nape of your neck.
"yeah baby you can cum" the boys agree.
pope picks up his pace, dick hitting that squishy spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars.
"cum with me, pretty." pope demands
you don't need to be asked twice because next thing you know jj is squeezing you tighter, his fingers playing with your puffy abused clit, popes cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. you feel it building and building until jj smacks your clit with his fingers and you release.
you're screaming and shaking, clenching so tight that pope follows you seconds after. shooting his cum deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. you feel warm wetness on your back and part of you recognizes that jj also came, untouched, but you're too fucked out to really comprehend.
"grace" you hear your name but blood is rushing in your ears from the best orgasm you've ever had.
"grace!" you hear again but louder. it sounds distorted.
"jeeze, grace wake up!" you feel something soft thump on your face and next thing you know you're waking up with an annoyed groan. a pillow someone had thrown at you laying on your face, blocking your view of whatever rat bastard woke you from the best wet dream you've ever had.
"were you having a good dream princess?" you hear jjs cocky voice ask before you remove the pillow that's blocking your view.
"ya'we're makin lil noises too, wanna tell us about 'em?" the blonde boy teases.
you roll your eyes, used to jjs horny teasing when you comprehend his words. us. he said tell us.
you quickly sit up, pulling the blanket higher up your body as you take in the surroundings of your room. you see jj smirking with red cheeks and behind him is pope, fidgeting with his hands and tapping his feet.
"for your information i was having a good dream. why the fuck did you wake me!" you ask, exasperated. you're desperately trying not to feel the wetness between your thighs that has very clearly soaked through your cotton sleep shorts.
"you uh-" pope starts "you were saying our names."
"more like moaning them," jj snickers. you feel your face grow warm. "it was hot princess."
jjs words make you take in the two boys, inspecting every inch of them. jj has a very prominent bulge that he's not even trying to hide whereas pope is a little more reserved with his obvious boner but it's there nonetheless.
"umm what's going on?" the look jj gives you makes your tummy flutter and your nipples pebble. you want to blame the cool air but your room is stifling hot and you know the reaction is because of the maybank boy.
"what's happening is we came here to talk to you and walked in on you moanin our names princess. what do you have to say for yourself?" your cunt clenches at his words.
"jj- we were going to be subtle about this!" pope hisses, not wanting to scare you with their potential proposal.
"many people have wet dreams, jj. doesn't mean anything!" you respond with false confidence. completely ignoring whatever pope had just said.
"wanna make it a reality?" jj says, tone sultry as he leans in closer to your face. he looks at your lips like he wants to devour you.
you gasp and pull away, looking at pope with guilt.
this causes pope to walk over to the other side of the bed and join the two of you on it. he softly grabs your hand and your mind is spinning. you don't know what's happening because just a few days ago you saw the two kissing like their life depended on it and now jj is making a pass at you and pope looks like he wants you too? what. the. fuck.
"this isn't how it was supposed to go. we wanted to make it romantic but... i really like you grace," pope utters "we both really like you. more than a friend and we're hoping maybe you like us too?" pope gushes all in one breath is a very pope-like fashion.
the confession makes your brain short circuit because this is all you have ever wanted. you peek a look over to jj and he's nodding with a surprisingly soft smile he's always typically reserved for you.
"you both like me?" you think you're still dreaming
"yeah princess. i've only like been in love with you for forever" jj smiles softly. your heart soars.
"and you both like each other too, right?" you ask wanting to hear it being admitted out loud so there's no room for miscommunication.
"yeah pretty girl," pope responds and the nickname makes you flush, thinking back to your dream. "it's called polyamory."
"and not like those cult religions where a dude has like 50 wives" jj cuts in. "pope gave me a thorough lecture in the difference between polyamory and polygamy"
"i know what polyamory is jj" you giggle with a roll of your eyes. you still don't think this is real.
"so we would all be dating? like together? you'll be my boyfriends and eachothers boyfriends and i'll be your girlfriend?"
"correct, if you want us" pope confirms.
"of course i fucking want you!" you shout a little louder than you intended. "i've been half in love with you since we kissed and i think i've always loved you jj. seeing the two of you together made me so jealous and then sad and then jealous again! so yes of course i want you!"
the boys give you blinding smiles, the worry of potentially ruining your friendship disappears.
you lean forward and grab both boys in front of you. pulling them in. you need to feel their touch and their heat just to prove to yourself this is real and not some fantasy you've created to process your emotions.
"please kiss me" you breathily ask, which prompts both boys to lean in to kiss you at the same time, effectively making them bonk heads. it makes you giggle at their clumsy eagerness. your giggles prompt them to share the laugh as they tenderly touch their heads.
jj kisses you first and you feel the cliche sparks and fireworks. like everything you've ever wanted want given to you with just one kiss.
"don't hog her!" pope whines and he gently pulls you away from jj so he can have a turn.
popes kiss is different but not less perfect. he takes your breath away and you've never felt more loved sitting here in between the two boys you care so much about.
"now whose hogging her!" jj grumbles and leans in to peck pope on the cheek.
this is going to be so much fun.
AHHH WHAT DID YOU THINK??? i'm having so much fun with this.
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quick drabble before i start deep cleaning my room-
I would love to take a bath with Mammon. The water is probably scalding because he can handle it but he'd turn it down to a comfortable temperature for my sensitive skin. He'd ask why I'm so far away from him and have me sit right in his lap, being very clingy and snuggly.
His baths are fucking huge, and even then, he considers them small. He would find it cute that I cling on because I can't swim and for whatever reason he made his baths be like nearly six foot deep (he's tall yes but omg)
He'd also be very knowledgeable about my hair's curl pattern and pick the best products to use for it. Plus, also imagine him washing your back? other intimate areas...
It would be so sensual to take a bath with him and I'm sure if you request aromatherapy or anything extra, he'd provide it. I'd go to sleep after that because of how soothing it would be.
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Small Discoveries
Din Djarin x GN!Reader
Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist
Author’s note: My entry for @morallyinept’s Flora and Fauna challenge! The graphic is by me and dividers are by @saradika-graphics 💐
Summary: You and Din enjoy the scenery of Naboo where you learn something new about him.
Word count: 717
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established relationship, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Grogu is with Luke, very light angst, fluff, pet names (cyar’ika), no use of y/n
You’re on Naboo with Din and it’s your first time visiting. He had to come here for a bounty and you decided to tag along. The planet’s in full bloom, teeming with flowers on the streets and lining all of the windows. You’ve heard this planet is famous for its natural landscape- specifically its rolling hills. And you’re dying to see them.
But for now, you’re stuck in the Razor Crest, waiting for Din to return from his job. You’re sitting in the cockpit, watching the clouds roll along above you. You’re excited to enjoy a little slice-of-life moment with him for once. Ever since Grogu left to train with the Jedi, he’s been working himself to the bone, taking bounty after bounty to distract from the pain.
You hear the exit ramp lowering and climb down from the cockpit, watching as Din schleps the bounty inside. He’s already knocked unconscious but Din shoves him in the carbonite freezer anyway, sighing once he’s done dragging such a heavy load.
Once the bounty is secured in the carbonite you ask Din, “Care for a little sightseeing?” with wide eyes and a sweet smile, hoping he’ll say yes. He knows you’ve been so excited to come here.
“Anything for you, cyar’ika. What would you like to see?” he says, softening up and wrapping an arm around your waist.
“The fields.”
“Let’s go.”
He leads you down the ramp, sealing the Crest behind you two. He’s docked on the outskirts of Theed so the fields aren’t far. And soon enough, you’re met with the scenic views of majestic hills. Mountains loom in the background and the sun peeks through the clouds. The breeze gently shakes the grass and… the wildflowers. Maker, they’re beautiful, in all different colors.
You can’t help yourself. You start running down the hill, letting the wind kiss your skin.
“Wait!” Din shouts behind you.
You turn and watch him barrel down the hill after you. But he’s not as graceful. Because he trips and lands on a rock, falling helmet first. A gasp escapes your lips. Your first instinct is to run over to him but once he hit the ground his helmet flew off.
You run over to him, picking up his helmet that skidded towards you while simultaneously trying not to look at his face. You keep your eyes averted to the ground and walk over to him but just as you’re handing him his helmet, he sneezes.
“I don’t… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sneeze before.”
Instead of responding, he sneezes again. And again. And again.
“I think… I’m allergic to the flowers,” he sniffles.
You can’t help but laugh.
“What? It’s not funny,” he says. You imagine he’s pouting. He puts on his helmet and his modulated voice returns. “Much better.”
“So you’re allergic to flowers and I heard you sneeze for the first time… Does the helmet normally drown out the sneezes?” you say, looking at him. He’s sitting in the grass, legs straight out in front of him with his hands flat on their palms behind him.
“Yes, but normally I don’t have to sneeze. The helmet blocks out most irritants.”
“Hm. You learn something new every day.”
You sit down next to him and lean on his shoulder, admiring the beauty around you. It’s silent between you two but for once it’s not comfortable. It feels natural. Your mind wanders to what life was like before Grogu left, how happy the three of you were before. You think about bringing Grogu here and how much he’d love the flowers. You reach out and pick one, smelling it and being sure not to mention Grogu. It’s a sensitive topic for Din and rightfully so.
But then he surprises you again, for the third time today.
“I bet the kid would like it here.”
You look over at him and he meets your gaze, the sunlight bouncing off his helmet as his cape billows in the wind. Your heart swells with love, happy that he’s finally enjoying himself for once.
“I bet he would,” you affirm, leaning against his shoulder.
“Thanks for putting up with me,” Din whispers. “I know it hasn’t been easy.”
“It’s no problem” you reassure him. “Thanks for taking me here.”
“Anything for you, cyar’ika.”
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Food Allergy
Ft. Klein (my MC), 3 devil kings (Satan, Mammon, Lucifer), nobles (Sitri, Leraye, Paimon, Bimet, Eligos, Valefor, Morax), Ppyong
C/W: food allergy (symptoms include hives rashes, swelling, breathlessness), Bimet cutting others' sensitive parts
SFW
Satan's teeth crunching sound could be heard throughout the hallway of the royal palace of Gehenna as the king of wrath radiated the crimson colored energy of his sin. The reason for his rage today was the unannounced appearance of Mammon, the king of greed, who suddenly came to Gehenna and took Klein away.
"That Mammon, I'll kill him." Satan growled as he crunched his teeth again.
Meanwhile, at the royal palace of Tartaros, Klein the Evil Overlord was being carried by Mammon, who himself was sitting on a carriage that could move automatically.
"Didn't you say that we would be having a banquet?" Klein asked.
"Yes, Master, I want to show you the food culture of Tartaros. Even though Abyssos is the country that is the most famous for its food culture in Hell, their cooking methods are... unconventional. While Tartaros's cooking methods are more similar to those in the human world. I think you could tell that Tartaros cuisine inspired many dishes in the human world. And I believe you will love our food."
Hearing Mammon said, Klein made connection between Tartaros architecture style and its cuisine. He could already imagine dishes of dim sum, sushi and other Asian dishes before his very eyes. Just the imagination made his mouth water. He couldn't wait to take a bite.
"We're here." Mammon announced as the carriage stopped in front of a gigantic gate made of pure gold. On the two doors of the gate was the carving of Mammon's sigil, surrounded by those of mythical beasts. All of those seemed to highlight how Tartaros devils value the room behind the gate.
"Uh... Shall I get down? Since you need both hands to push both doors. I know you have those golden arms, but I think it's a good thing that we enter together." Klein said while blushing. As much as Klein is an Evil Overlord, he loves the idea of his devils being his equals.
"I haven't thought about that before. But you are right." Mammon agreed and put Klein down. He then used both of his hands to push open the large gate.
"His Majesty Mammon and the Son of Solomon!" A devil standing by the gate announced as soon as he saw the gate was opened. Then, Mammon and Klein entered the room hand-in-hand.
Inside the room, there was a large, no, gigantic long table with countless dishes on display. Each was put on a large golden dish or bowl, which could automatically keep the food within the desired temperature. And as Klein had expected, many of the dishes he wanted to taste were there.
"How many dishes are there?" Klein asked in whisper.
"200." Mammon's answer nearly made Klein squeal in happiness.
On the side of the table were the nobles of Tartaros, Bimet, Eligos and Valefor, along with many servants standing behind them.
"WE GREET HIS MAJESTY MAMMON, MASTER AND CREATOR OF ALL WEALTH!" All bowed as they said that.
When they had finished greeting Mammon, all straightened their backs again and looked at Klein, who waved at them. Eligos waved back with a smile, while Bimet and Valefor returned the gesture with their smiles, with Valefor's smiles being more genuine and Bimet's smile seemed more business-like.
Mammon took Klein to the chair at the head of the table.
"Thanks." Klein said as Mammon pull the chair out for him. The latter also sat down on the chair to Klein's right.
The Overlord looked at the three nobles standing at the side of the table without any intention to join, with Valefor trying to hold back Eligos, who were already looking at the dishes with sparkling eyes. Unlike Gehenna, other countries have strict protocol which dictates that nobles can't eat in the same table with their kings, unless invited.
"You three can join us." Klein said as he motioned with his hand sign for them to join him and Mammon. He knew Mammon wouldn't mind it.
"Thanks, Son of Solomon/Klein." The three nobles chirped as they came and sat down at the table, but their seats were all below Mammon's, toward the middle of the long table. Among the three, Eligos was the happiest since he eats a lot.
"Let's the banquet begin." Mammon announced and the servants standing on the two sides of the table started serving. Since the table was too long and had too many dishes, neither Klein nor the devils could reach all the food by themselves, so the servants had to help them by recommending the dishes and serving them the food.
"Glorious Son of Solomon, I'll serve you in this banquet." Klein looked to his left and saw a young devil in servant attire.
"May I recommend [...] which are all the most delicious dishes of Tartaros."
Klein couldn't understand the dishes' names, which were all said in Hell language. He just nodded to the servant, indicating he would want to be served with all of them.
The servant left him, and soon enough, returned by his side with some food he had taken from the 200 dishes on the table that he had recommended. Among them was Klein's favorite dim sum.
"Master, try this." Mammon himself poured Klein a small cup of Tartaros liquor, which looked similar to traditional Eastern Asian alcoholic drink, such as soju, sake, etc.
Before long, Bimet also summoned beautiful devils to perform a play for all those who were enjoying the banquet.
The banquet went on...
Why am I feeling itchy? Klein asked himself as he began to scatch his face and his back. The itch soon became more unbearable and Klein started to scratch more and all over his body, including his face and his back.
"What's the matter, Master?" Mammon was the first one to notice, then even the nobles noticed their beloved being uncomfortable.
"I don't know. I'm just feeling itchy for some reason." Klein said, his voice raspy. Then he started to cough and he felt he couldn't breathe.
Oh no, food allergy. Klein thought before trying to stand up, but he lost his balance in the process and fell. Fortunately, Mammon managed to catch him.
"Mammon, it's very uncomfortable." The Overlord said weakly before falling unconscious.
"Stop standing idly, go call the doctors!" Bimet shouted to the servants, who were shocked and didn't know what to do in this situation.
"Y-yes, I'll go get the doctors right away." The servant who had been serving Klein said and ran out of the dining room through a side door.
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Klein open his eyes, or rather he opened his right eye while trying to open his left eye, which had become swollen due to the allergy.
"L-lucifer..."
"Try not to talk so much, even your lips are swollen from the allergy." Lucifer said as he caressed Klein's cheek which had turned red from rashes to the swollen lips.
"What happened? Is it food allergy?" Klein said, almost like whispering.
"Yes," Lucifer answered "you ate something that is similar to crabs in the mortal world. You get rashes over your body, and and many parts of your body are swollen. You were taken to Paradise Lost on Morax's advice so we could properly test your blood."
"Lucifer, do I look ugly right now?" Klein asked suddenly with his raspy voice.
"Klein, do I look like the type to love physical beauty alone?"
Klein wanted to shake his head but realized it was difficult because his head felt heavy as hell. But Lucifer understood his reply nevertheless.
"And I don't think those pure devils would say otherwise."
Hearing Lucifer, Klein unconsciously cracked a smile, even though it was also difficult and painful because his lips were swollen. Klein knew the devils wouldn't detest him because he had become physically ugly, but sudden insecurity needed an assurance. Lucifer also smiled, he leaned down and kissed Klein on his rashed cheek.
"I'll give all to your heart desires when you have recovered." The king of pride whispered to Klein's ear before turning around and walked to the door.
The moment Lucifer opened the door, Leraye, Paimon and Eligos fell inside. Behind them were Bimet, Valefor, Sitri, Morax, Ppyong and the two kings of wrath and greed.
"I'm sorry. I tried to stop them but they kept insisting that they would stand outside and they promised to keep silent." Morax explained.
"Your Majesty Lucifer, can we go talk to Klein? We are very worried about him." Leraye pleaded like a sad puppy.
"Don't be too loud." Lucifer said a very few words and left the room.
"Klein will need a lot of rest. So please don't take it too long." Morax smiled and left the room to meet with Lucifer outside.
"Kleinnnnn!" Paimon sobbed.
"I should have been there to prevent you from eating allergic food." Leraye lamented.
"I should have asked Minhyeok about your allergies." Ppyong sniffled.
Why does this begin to sound like a funeral? Guys, I'm not dead. Don't give me Belial treatment.
"This wouldn't have happened if Tartaros didn't take Solomon to taste their cuisine." Sitri glared at the Tartaros camp. The Tartaros nobles wanted to argue back but unable to. Ultimately, it was their country's responsibility.
"Stop crying! Klein will bounce back and he will return to Gehenna in no time." Satan assured his nobles.
"His Majesty Satan is right." Leraye beamed.
"Get well soonnnn!" Paimon placed a kiss on Klein's cheek, much to Satan's annoyance and Sitri's jealousy.
Before long, Morax appeared again to announce that visit time was over and everyone had to leave. However, Mammon didn't leave right away as he wanted to have a private conversation with Klein.
"Someone hasn't been kind to you, huh." Klein said as he finally got the chance to look at the king of greed's face properly and saw a swelling on his face, which likely came from Satan's fist.
"I'm sorry, Klein." Mammon apologized.
"You couldn't have known, Mammon."
"But still, if I had done a little bit more research into allergic food, you wouldn't have had suffered."
Klein couldn't find a word to comfort Mammon. As he was laying on the bed, unsure of what to say, he noticed that Mammon's right fist had always been behind his back since he entered the room.
"What are you holding there?"
Knowing that he couldn't hide from Klein, Mammon showed what he had kept inside his palm. It was the ring he had given the Overlord when they were taking a picture for Phenomenon's contest. But it was broken.
"Your fingers were swollen and the ring was in the way of the blood flow so we broke it." Mammon regretted. It was a sign of his love for his Overlord Master, but now it was broken, which many considered to be a bad omen.
"You can find a good craftsman to put the pieces back together," Klein said "and when I recovered, put the ring on my finger again." The Evil Overlord raised his heavy right hand and put it on top of the broken ring, over Mammon's hand.
"Yes, you're right, Master." Mammon thought for a while before putting his other hand on top of Klein's hand. "I'll mend it and put it back on you." Then the king of greed bent down and kissed Klein's hand before leaning into the bed to kiss Klein's cheek.
"By the way, tell Bimet to not cut the chef's nipples and testicles."
Klein said it not out of kindness, but he wanted to be the one to decide "punishment" for that devil.
Mammon smirked to Klein's words before telling him to rest and left the room.
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𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓻 𝓝𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 - 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮 🌙
Originally, I was going to do a short write-up on one character who's Nakshatras made sense to me, but this turned into an extensive piece on the mystical, mysterious nature of Moon ruled Nakshatras lol. I hope this is enjoyed & without further ado, ima delve into this. 💕
Now to put it plainly, Moon ruled Nakshatras are lunatics. I'm allowed to say it lol, but seriously. Lu-na-tics. but that's okay! In fact, it's great; a bit of lunacy is an asset in art & anything that requires outside of the box thinking. The Moon is often associated with purity; but in a sense to be pure is to welcome any and all whims & emotions without judgement.
Running into the wild ocean at 3am solely because you felt like it? Okay! (my Shravana stellium mum lol), frolicking in the woods with no rhyme or reason? Sure! Making daisy chains and thinking about chai lattes lol (Moon = milk, lunar people often love milk drinks) instead of focusing on your assignment? Yup. Dating some guy who's known to be trouble because you 'feel there's something more to him'? Mm..
The Moon rules over all that is mystical, whereas Mercury rules over the cerebral realm. This is why Ashlesha tends to be a very mystical Nakshatra- it's placed within Cancer (Moon ruled) but is a Mercurial Lunar Mansion. In Ashlesha, there is a union between unexplainable intuition & sharp intellect. It is said that Ashlesha natives if they apply their focus correctly, would be the first to uncover the secrets of our world.
The Moon is a blank canvas; readily available for anybody to project their energy onto. Moon seldom clings to an identity or persona, it just 'is'.
in Rohini, there is this sense of 'nakedness' & a lot of vulnerability. Themes of unbridled imagination, sensitivity, pleasure seeking & creativity come through, and there is a lack of boundaries being lunar yet co-ruled by Venus; a planet pertaining to relationships. Rohini really needs some form of external structure, but at the same time thrives on lunar fluctuation and instability. It is why the creativity in Rohini is so immense and there is constant growth.
In Hasta, we see the co-rulership of Mercury, being in Sidereal Virgo. Hasta is where the Moon realises that it is not always safe to be completely receptive and vulnerable, therefore becomes shrewd and learns to be a little more pragmatic & purposeful in the way they express themselves. For this reason, you'll find Hasta slightly less represented in this 'wild feminine' archetype exploration, though some Hasta natives still very much embody this energy. Hasta; similarly to Ashlesha focuses on being conservative & logical in the face of internal lunar fluctuation.
In Shravana, we see lunar energy matured- the co-rulership of Saturn provides the structure, discipline and boundaries the Moon needs to thrive. I find that while Rohini is very maternal & associated with motherhood, I tend to see Shravana as THE mother. The stability Saturn provides makes for this ability to nurture & listen but still instil some sort of routine or restriction, which is necessary in motherhood. A friend of mine noticed that Saturn Nakshatras (think of Pushya, the other Moon-Saturn Nakshatra) are strongly represented in themes of motherhood due to the fact that children thrive when there is (gentle) but definitive limitation. Rohini's style of nurturing is very free form and full of sweetness & virtually zero judgement.
The beauty of lunar people really shows in how comfortable they are with change. I've noticed Moon ruled people retain their youth and tend to age very beautifully partially because they are so in tune with feminine cycles and are not as resistant to change. This isn't surprising as Moon is connected to the face & traditionally holds associations with fertility and youth. Moon Nakshatras embrace flow, embrace change, so they move into every phase of life with grace.
Random note: I've always suspected this but I just saw this on TikTok the other night to confirm- research shows that people who have a lot of pimples or oily skin, tend to age much better due to that extra oil. As mentioned, Moon rules the face & also relates to water- I've noticed & it has been written that people with prominent Moon influence will be more susceptible to acne & weight fluctuations due to the water/fluid connection. A lot of people who age remarkably well tend to have a Moon Nakshatra somewhere (and people who look older even from a young age are often Saturnian; Saturn Nakshatras falling opposite to Moon).
A lot of people mistake lunar individuals for being 'dumb' and ditzy, but there is a certain wisdom in the madness as you will find in the examples I'm using today :)
𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉𝒽, '𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉' - 𝑅𝑜𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝒮𝓊𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝐻𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃
I watched 'The Great' a while back and I couldn't get over how strongly the actress; Belinda Bromilow portrayed Rohini energy! I looked up her chart after watching, & as per Galactic Center mid-mula ayanamsa she is indeed a Rohini Sun native, likely with Hasta Moon; only amplifying the lunar influence.
There are many reasons, but what really tipped me off was how as a character, despite being an 'older woman' she really comes across so youthful and full of this magical, fanciful zest for life. I also find her gorgeous!!
I ADORE her character, she is so funny & light without deviating from the overall intensity of the show.
In 'The Great', Aunt Elizabeth is this 'strange', mystical, offbeat woman with a lot of unconventional wisdom. She's a woman who talks to butterflies and other creatures, has all of these 'wacky' witch-esque remedies that work, and has no shortage of odd, seemingly random one liners that often veil deep metaphors.
She often would be seen in the show comforting the main characters & acting as a trusted, empathetic maternal figure/guide. Simultaneously, she was viewed as somewhat insane & often used that perception to her advantage (her Hasta Moon reflecting the calculated side of Moon). Her character is extremely loving, able to look past the faults of others and show softness and compassion to people considered 'unlovable'. One of her notable roles as a character being Peter's (the barbaric Emperor who reigns with cruelty's) aunt who was really more of a maternal figure to him than his real mother, who was cruel much like himself.
She's in a sense, everyone's comfort, the woman in everyone's ear (very Serpent yoni too).
Aunt Elizabeth doesn't condone or necessarily agree with Peter's evil actions, but she has this beautiful way of seeing the little boy in him and nurturing him no matter what (Rohini's combination of Moon & Venus creates a person who is capable of seeing the beauty in everything & everyone).
There is another strong plot point pertaining to her child who sadly drowned. I've noticed in media, Moon women tend to have strong plots related to their love for other people (children, spouses, etc.) not because they don't stand strong on their own, but because Moon women naturally devote to their loved ones.
Throughout the show, Aunt Elizabeth has this gentle persuasion that subtly influences the characters in profound ways.
I've seen talk recently of Moon Nakshatras being manipulative, and in a way they most definitely are (for better or worse). The same way the Moon pulls on the tides & pulls the attention of humans & animals alike.
Hasta's more shrewd nature shows in Elizabeth's surprising ability to scheme and commit dark acts in order to achieve a bigger goal- even though the Rohini energy gives her this energy of being very kooky, 'off with the fairies' character.
Moon's manipulation can be very much this subtle, almost subliminal feminine influence. It reminds me of the saying, 'behind every powerful man is a woman'; meaning that a man who is powerful never stands alone. He never got there without the love, or at least the influence of a woman. Behind him there is a woman who nurtures him (be it his mother in childhood or his wife), subtly influences him, lifts his spirits, etc. Even if not, the fact of him even incarnating and being born in the first place is the work of a woman.
A memorable moment from the series that strikes me as very indicative of Moon Nakshatras tendency towards intense emotions & strong sensitivity is when Elizabeth is sitting in the carriage after witnessing the gruesome affects of the war in their region. She is eerily quiet on the trip home, until suddenly she calmly requests for the carriage to stop. She proceeds to get out of the carriage, and scream & thrash around intensely as catharsis for the pain & anger she felt for the horror she'd just witnessed. :(
More on Elizabeth, there is also this aspect of the story where she is a sort of nymphomaniac lol, having many lovers of any age/gender (Rohini doesn't discriminate lmao) and is forever tragically in love with her deceased lover Peter the Great (Peter's father). Peter the Great was a womaniser, but in a sense Elizabeth was his 'true love' which reminds me of Rohini's mythology being 'the favourite wife of the Moon'. He had many lovers and a great deal of power, but Elizabeth was the closest he had to a true love.
Elizabeth was shown multiple times to be very psychic- an example of this being her 'feeling it' & having a vision the moment Peter died.
In summary, this character is just such a glaring example of what an abundance of lunar energy manifests like (for better and for worse since she is a very multifaceted character). Speaking of which, the word 'multifaceted' in itself always makes me think of the Moon. The Moon has many faces/phases.
𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒩𝒶𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓎, 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝓇 '𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒'
A lot of public figures who have a pronounced reputation for being 'witchy', strange or mysterious/disconcerting/charmingly bizarre will have a prominent Moon ruled Nakshatra in their chart. Lunar people can really embody the archetype of being 'insane' or random. but lovable all in the same.
Kate Bush, Shravana Moon (Ashlesha Sun) I may do an independent post on Kate Bush's placements, but she is such a staple example of Moon Nakshatras & the 'wild feminine' witchy, strange but beautiful energy. Her music & music videos are full of symbolism, often pulling inspiration from obscure ideas and stories. Some people find her a bit 'weird', especially men but just as many women and men alike adore her. Very mleccah (outcaste) Nakshatra vibes. People are either inexplicably drawn to her and enchanted, or find her 'creepy'. ~I'll note that Kate is extremely Mercury influenced too, hence the much rounder face than the examples you'll see. Moon people tend to have rounded faces, but they are typically a bit longer than Mercury and have very prominent cheekbones.
Stevie Nicks, Rohini Sun Stevie Nicks is always remarked to be a witch. She never explicitly said this, but upon the release of Fleetwood Mac's 'Rhiannon', (a very witch-y song about the Celtic Goddess herself) the witch allegations began lol. Other than that, Stevie Nicks & Fleetwood Mac have always been associated with the hippy/spiritual/witchy crowd.
Helena Bonham Carter, Rohini Sun Helena has been known to often play 'bizarre', witchy or macabre characters, known to work alongside Tim Burton (also a Rohini native) often. Some of these roles to note are her as the Queen of Hearts and Bellatrix Lestrange; but there are countless that speak to the lunar wild feminine archetype. Beyond that, Helena is known to have a very eccentric dress sense off screen, people often remarking that she has all this money yet chooses to still be herself and a little strange.
Alica Keys, Hasta Moon, Shravana Sun I can't think of any overtly 'witchy' or 'bizarre' associations for Alicia Keys, but I wanted to include her because I feel like her sweet emotive face and gorgeous flowing hair is very reflective of her Moon dominance. She has the 'vibe'. She's also mentioned that she has a spiritual practice in her everyday life & references the divine feminine.
James Marsden, Rohini Moon admittedly, I only know him in two movies, but in both he is playing this kinda bizarre, theatrical, childlike character very indicative of Rohini energy. In 'Enchanted' he is the dramatic, vibrant and endlessly cheerful fairytale prince who breaks into song whenever he gets the chance. In 'Hop' he is this uninspired guy who lives with his parents and can't seem to get a job or find purpose. That is until he meets the easter bunny who'd run away from 'Easter Island' and didn't want to be the easter bunny anymore. He then proceeded to become the easter bunny himself- lmao. If you know about Rohini's relationship with sweets & children (not to mention Rohini natives typically having prominent front teeth like a bunny) this movie is very on the nose.
Kylie Minogue, Rohini Sun & Pushya Asc an Aussie legend I say. Kylie is another one who always embodied this very lunar feminine mystique, she actually sort of reminds me of Marilyn Monroe (Rohini Sun) in some photos of her in her youth. The witchy, eerie, 'haunting' vibe Moon people can radiate really shines through in her enchanting murder ballad 'Where the Wild Roses Grow' with Nick Cave (a Magha native of course). A personal favourite of mine.
Teal Swan, Shravana Moon Teal Swan is a famous spiritual 'guru' who is known to have extrasensory abilities. She is a controversial figure due to strange behaviour in her past & questionable things in her personal life. Some disregard her as a narcissistic cult leader for these reasons, but in my opinion even if that were the case, two things can be true- someone can have ill intent with the knowledge they possess yet still genuinely possess that knowledge. I find a lot of her content incredibly helpful and intuitive. Credit to @makingspiritualityreal for my learning about this- you'll notice that a lot of individuals with strong Lunar influence in their chart will have very light, translucent looking eyes indicative of their receptive, psychic nature. Even if the eyes are brown, they still will have a notably 'light', reflective, soft, crystal-esque quality. We see this with all of these examples, but Teal especially.
Amber Heard, Hasta Moon I was struggling to think of Hasta examples that fit this archetype since as I mentioned earlier, Hasta places a huge emphasis on gaining control over their own lunar nature. In Hasta there is less of a tendency to be 'wild and free' the way we see in Rohini & Shravana. However, I still see in Amber Heard's infamy a different expression of the lunar witchy lunacy. A lot of people regard her nature as 'insane', overemotional, very manipulative, bewitching people with her beauty, etc. This being said, I know I've definitely seen witchy-ish Hasta natives, I just can't think of any as readily as I can the other Moon Nakshatras.
Alanis Morrisette, Rohini Sun Just another woman in music who radiates that lunar, wild feminine, raw emotional energy. If you listen to her song 'You Oughta Know' and see the emotionally chaotic, passionate music video, you'll absolutely see what I mean!
Tori Amos, Hasta Moon another witch-esque phenomenal alternative artist. I just remembered to include her!! She's perfect for this list. Listen to 'Cornflake Girl'. and once again you'll see the lunar, feminine energy. Shania Twain & Kate Winslet are two more Hasta natives I thought of who embody this energy, but I can't add anymore pics to the post :(
It's worth noting that Kate Bush, Tori Amos, Alanis Morissette and some other artists are often piled together and referred to as being similar in 'vibe'. Mysterious, feminine, emotional, mystical, etc. I'd venture to guess that other artists in the same sort of creative realm have Moon ruled Nakshatras.
I just thought of Bjork, another artist who is compared to ones mentioned. She is Swati Moon, with Rahu in Rohini as the lord of her Moon!
One last thing I want to mention, is I've noticed that Moon women can sometimes be viewed as 'anti feminist' by other women despite the fact that a lot of the time, healthy Moon women are extreme symbols of feminine strength and courage to be womanly & emotionally vulnerable. It's kinda like some people see the beauty, the softness, the emotion and picture a girl flouncing around in frilly dresses catering to men. Needless to say, a shallow and ironically anti-feminist conclusion. That being said, lunar receptivity can definitely make Moon influenced women prone to doing a lot to cater to men, but I think it's a mistake to miss the wisdom in the 'frilliness' and fanciful nature of lunar natives.
Anyway as always, I could write forever, this one was super fun to do :) noticing and dissecting these patterns is such a magical thing.
I hope this was interesting to someone, lots of love! 💞💞💞
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While I fully intend to ignore the introduction of Nakamori Midoriko because I simply Do Not Vibe with the way it was presented, there is something so funny to me about Aoko's friends (i.e. Keiko) having assumed her mom was dead. Like imagine you just never hear about your friend's mom or see her around and there's never mention of a divorce so you just assume their mom must be dead. And of course you never want to try to bring it up, because that's obviously likely to be a sensitive topic. I just think it's kind of hilarious, but also. I would also probably be Keiko in this situation.
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The inn scene (chpt 48) of ACOMAF but from Rhys's POV. Enjoy :)
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“You’re shivering so hard the bed is shaking,” I said. I was crowded to the edge of the mattress, as far from Feyre as I could get in this small room and this even smaller bed, trying, despite myself, to give her space.
“My hair is wet,” she replied, still shaking. Not a lie, but not entirely the truth either. It was freezing in the room. I was nearly shivering as well, though I had a little more meat on my bones to keep me warm than Feyre did. There was no way either of us would be sleeping without more warmth. My head spun at the idea of touching her here, alone in this room. The Court of Nightmares had been one thing—and I’d had a hard time getting the feel of her, the sounds she made out of my head since—but that had been a game, an act. This would just be us.
I didn’t let myself think any further before I scooted across the bed, closing the space between us and wrapping myself around her. I draped a wing over us both, trying to seal in what little warmth we generated.
“No expectations, just body heat,” I said, laughing under my breath as I repeated her words from earlier. I could nearly feel her scowling into the dark.
Moving a hand to her stomach, I pulled her into me and wrapped my other arm across her chest. She’d been eating better since she’d come to live at the Night Court, started training too, and her body had been changing but I was struck, as I often was, by how small she seemed. How fragile, even as a fae. I tangled my legs through hers and breathed in her scent.
It was foolish to tempt fate like this—to allow myself to think, even for a moment, that I might get what I want. But I couldn’t help myself; I felt so pulled to this creature. To her scent, her soft skin, her heartbeat under my arm. I couldn’t possibly get close enough to her.
Mate, mate, mate, the word echoed through my skull—through my entire being, urging me to flip her over, sink myself into her and claim her as mine. But I couldn’t—wouldn’t—until she knew the truth. I knew she wanted me too, though. I could see it in the way she looked at my mouth while I spoke. The way she’d smiled on Starfall. She’d even admitted it just a few minutes ago, I reminded myself, even if that somehow already felt like a dream. I can’t stop thinking about you, she’d said. I was getting closer every day to telling her the truth. I almost had tonight when I—
My thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a jolt of heat, of desire, radiating through me as Feyre dragged a finger along the wing I had draped over us. Goosebumps broke out across my skin and I shuddered, tightening my hold on her involuntarily.
“Your finger…is very cold,” I ground out. It wasn’t until I spoke that I noticed my face was nearly pressed into the skin of her neck. I imagined running my tongue along that beautiful skin, hearing her sigh. Did I just imagine it or did Feyre tilt her head so I could do just that?
Another finger gently scraped my wing again and I tensed against her, hand splaying across her stomach. She knew. She knew what this was doing to me. Which means she’s either entirely evil or…
“You cruel, wicked thing,” I purred, doing my best to sound nonchalant. I gave in halfway to the temptation her neck offered, grazing it with the tip of my nose and relishing the sound of her breath catching at the contact. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?”
“I never knew Ilyrians were such sensitive babies,” she said and slid another finger across my wing.
And with that, there was no more hiding it. I could feel myself harden, pressing into her ass. Her heart beat faster in her chest and I could practically feel the heat radiating from her blushing cheeks. But, to my surprise, she didn’t shy away. She raised two fingers and ran them down my wings again.
I stifled a groan and slid my hand under the bottom hem of her shirt, just enough to stroke teasingly across her stomach. I felt everything in me nearly melt as she closed what little space was left between us, arching against me and grinding herself against my hard cock.
“Greedy,” I murmured, inhaling the scent of her as I let my lips just barely graze the skin of her neck. “First you terrorize me with your cold hands, now you want…what is it you want, Feyre?”
I just needed her to say it. Just say it once and we could stop this charade we’ve been playing at for far too long—that we don’t want each other, don’t need each other. Just say ‘I want you’, I mentally begged, but only to myself.
I trailed my fingers across her breasts tantalizingly lightly, continuing to stroke idly across her stomach, moving lower and lower. She said nothing but sighed into the dark room, her breaths starting to come out in sweet little pants. Gods if I could only hear her moan, just for a moment…
I dragged my teeth across her neck, relishing in the way her breath stuttered. “What is it you want, Feyre?” I bit her earlobe gently.
She cried out, a breathy little moan that went straight to my cock. She arched her back more, pushing into me harder. I ran my fingers across the skin just above her pants. Say it, Feyre. Just say it.
“I want a distraction. I want—fun.” She was breathless and it was hot but not hot enough to completely distract me from the sting of the words. It caught me off guard and my hands stopped moving. Was I completely wrong? Maybe when she’d said she couldn’t stop thinking about me she really did just mean physically?
But no—we’re mates. We’re fated, I thought. Maybe she was still too in denial to admit that to herself, to allow herself to feel it. But in the meantime, maybe just a taste…
“Then allow me the pleasure of distracting you,” I said, forcing myself to sound casual when I felt anything but.
I slipped a hand under the top of her shirt, circling one of her already hard nipples. She was breathing so hard now, her pulse pounding.
“I love these,” I said onto the skin of her neck, my hand sliding to her other breast, caressing her nipple. “You have no idea how much I love these.”
She groaned from somewhere deep in her throat and it nearly undid me. I wanted her undone. I wanted her screaming, begging, crying out in ecstasy because of me. I pinched her nipple lightly and she groaned again, grinding herself against my now rock hard cock and I hissed air from between my teeth. God damn.
“Stop that. You’ll ruin my fun,” I snarled.
She tried to twist in my arms though, tried to slide her hand between us. I pushed myself against her ass even harder, closing any space she might have to fit her hand in. I couldn’t let her touch me. I was barely holding it together as is—if she got her hands on me I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. And, as much as it was killing me in this moment, I couldn’t fully have her until she knew the truth. Both for her sake and mine. Because if I had her once and she rejected me after…I’m not sure how I could possibly live with that.
But I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything and anyone I’d ever encountered. And I could at least make her feel good, feel beautiful and wanted and relaxed for one moment in her almost constantly miserable life. And she’s here, pressing herself against me and sighing and smelling like a fucking goddess and I know this will play on repeat in my head for decades.
“I want to touch you first,” I ground out, my voice almost unrecognizable even to myself. “Just—let me touch you.” I squeezed her breast and nearly came at just the sound of her breath catching in her throat again.
I slid a finger along the waistband of her pants. I could smell her, smell her arousal. If she would just give in…
I rolled her nipple under my finger, my index finger of my other hand tracing back and forth across her waistband. She wiggled her hips, grinding against me again, clearly trying to get my hand to move where she wanted it. But I wouldn’t give in without more from her. Back and forth my finger traveled across her waistband, so so close to where she wanted me.
“Please,” she finally whimpered.
Finally.
I smiled, letting her feel it against her neck. “There are those missing manners.”
I pushed my hand under her pants, letting my finger glide so lightly across her sex. And at that touch alone, she groaned from deep in her chest. I nearly did the same, snarling at the feel of how wet she was for me already.
Toying with her just a little more, I circled her clit, not quite giving her what she wanted yet. She wiggled her hips again, clearly impatient, rocking herself against me. I circled just a few more times before finally flicking my thumb over her clit.
She cried out, almost certainly louder than she meant to, and I laughed softly. “Like that?”
She moaned in reply and the sound reverberated through my bones. I wanted that sound again and again. I was determined to make her do that over and over and over.
I ran my fingers down through her wetness, teasing around her entrance and she tried to buck against me.
“Please,” she whined again, stoking something like pure male satisfaction with me. Yes, I thought, beg, plead, whine, want me.
Feyre arched and rocked her hips, grinding herself against me again. I hissed, my calm, cool, collected charade beginning to collapse rapidly. I pushed a finger inside her. She was tight, warm, wet. She was fucking magnificent.
“Fuck, Feyre—” I groaned. Yep, definitely falling apart.
She started rocking her hips, fucking herself on my finger.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, burying my face in her neck and kissing up toward her ear. She kept moving her hips, chasing her own pleasure. I slid a second finger inside her and she moaned so loudly I was sure everyone in the building must have heard her. Good, let them hear. I moved my fingers in and out, matching her rhythm.
“That’s it,” I murmured, teeth grazing the shell of her ear.
She twisted the upper half of her body, meeting my eye for the first time, and I melted. I knew my own eyes were giving everything away. I couldn’t stop staring at her mouth, my hand down the front of her pants, her hips rocking on my fingers and against my cock. She was fucking perfect, moaning into the darkness as she leaned in and kissed me, biting down on my lower lip.
I groaned into her mouth—gone, just fully gone. I’d give her anything she wanted. I pushed my fingers in deeper, harder, relishing in the moans spilling from her open mouth and into mine. I swept my tongue against hers and nearly came at the taste of her. I could see how this would go: the way my cock would feel sinking into her, the way she’d moan and scream and whimper and beg me for more, the way it’d feel coming deep inside her. I could taste it all in the way she kissed me.
“You have no idea how much I—” I cut myself off. Control. Get some fucking control over yourself. I didn’t even know what I was going to say. How much I need you. How much I want you. How much I can’t wait to do this forever. She didn’t seem to notice, just whimpered into my mouth again.“Feyre,” I groaned.
I moved my fingers faster, desperate to hear more of those sounds. She was getting wetter. I could feel her inner muscles tightening around my fingers. And then she was coming, crying out desperately as I rode her through it with my fingers. I kissed her deeply, as if I could swallow every beautiful sound she made.
“Fuck,” I swore against her lips again. 500 years I’d been alive. I’d had my fair share of women. Never, never, had a woman felt like this.
I slowed my hand as she started to come down from her orgasm, panting hard and fast. I was breathing almost as hard, doing my best to calm my rapid heartbeat as I met her gaze.
“I wanted to do that when I felt how drenched you were at the Court of Nightmares. I wanted to have you right there in the middle of everyone. But mostly I just wanted to do this.” I held her gaze as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, the taste of her sweet on my tongue. I nearly shattered.
Her eyes burned into mine, heat and want and need radiating from her stare. She moved a hand to my chest to roll us over but I grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“When you lick me,” I said, voice gravelly with want, “I want to be alone—far away from everyone. Because when you lick me, Feyre, “ I peppered her neck and jaw with kisses, nipping at her skin, “I’m going to let myself roar loud enough to bring down a mountain.”
Her hips stirred again and she breathed heavily.
“And when I lick you,” which would be as soon as fucking possible, hopefully, “I want you splayed out on a table like my own personal feast.”
Feyre whimpered and I pulled her against me.
“I’ve had a long, long time to think about how and where I want you.” My fingers trailed down her abdomen, sliding beneath the waistline of her pants again. I almost went further, almost continued down to make her fuck my hand again, maybe to make her moan my name in that pretty voice this time. But she needed rest. We both did. “I have no intention of doing it all in one night. Or in a room where I can’t even fuck you against the wall.”
She shuddered in my arms and I smiled against her hair. I wanted her, I wanted her with everything in me, but that was for another time.
“Sleep,” I said simply, stroking her body soothingly.
I listened as her breathing eventually slowed, then evened out, and she fell asleep. I kissed the top of her head lightly, smiling to myself. Mate. I knew she felt it, somewhere inside.
And as I fell asleep with my mate in my arms for the first time, I replayed the night. I replayed those sounds, those breathy moans and whimpered pleases. And I thought of all the ways I could make her do all of that again.
#just giving myself an easy little treat#ao3#acotar#fanfiction#feysand#rhys x feyre#feyre archeron#rhysand#a court of thorns and roses
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RANDOM ELLIOTT HEADCANONS — sdv, part 1
CONTAINS: sfw, references to alcohol and intoxication (written by someone who’s never consumed it), stupid American writing British people
NOTES: I seriously have to start posting more. I have so many drafts both for Tumblr and AO3 but I’m stuck in a mind set that my work isn’t good enough to post. BLAH. These are pretty fuckin stupid but I had fun :)
— Elliott is a lightweight. Like extremely so. Two glasses of wine in and he’s already pretty wasted.
— When he is drunk, he doesn’t have much of a filter either. This is the most you’ll likely hear him swear and it’s honestly kinda funny. Or if he has a crush on you, he’s likely to confess by either flirting heavily or just out right saying he does.
— It isn’t until morning that he feels so much shame and regret for however he acted.
— This is a headcanon I’ve been thinking of recently: Elliott could be British (or whatever the SDV equivalent is.)
— I imagine he came overseas for college when he was in his early twenties or so. He probably tried to unlearn his accent in order to fit in better because he got teased for it and/or people assumed he was a tourist and tried to scam him (and he being young and naïve, fell for it a few times). You might never guess his accent isn’t real unless he tells you where he grew up.
— This was probably his first time traveling out of the country too.
— Elliott isn’t very good with technology. If we’re imagining Stardew taking place in the 90’s-2000’s, he’s probably very resistant to upgrading his typewriter to a computer or the landline to a cell phone, purposely not learning how to use them (which bites him in the ass down the road). But in the modern day, he genuinely just can’t understand how to learn, and thinking about it for too long gives him a headache.
— He prefers to be a passenger than a driver. He also doesn’t let people smoke in his car. The smell sticks and he would rather not have to deal with that.
— He has reading glasses for when he reads and writes. I imagine they’re either half moon or slightly oversized black frames. He’s a little far sighted. 🤏 The silver lining is that it gives off writer vibes so…
— Elliott has a PhD in English although he didn’t do a lot with it. He really likes the title and being able to say he has a doctorate in English, if nothing else. He probably minored in History as well.
— Elliott’s first crush was on Liza Minnelli, regardless of what you headcanon his sexuality to be. He watched Cabaret as a young teen and fell in love.
— Elliott was an anonymous writer who used a pseudonym when he first started publishing his work. Until he came to Pelican Town and was encouraged by the farmer to write, he was content without his work being traced back to him. He just likes to write and that by itself is enough for him. Plus, he’s quite shy, preferring to stay out of the public eye.
— Though he chose to live on the beach, his skin is very sensitive and he sunburns easily. He’s learned to be careful and he’s always had a good skincare routine. His skin has definitely darkened slightly since living in Pelican Town.
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rapid fire cybertronian headcannons go
I like to think that while cybertronians look and act mostly humanoid they also do some not human things that make humans go "oh yeah, alien"
for example i think that every couple thousand years cybertronians shed their armor like some sort of bug or shrimp to get rid of damaged plating and their repair nanites go into overdrive to build new ones. during that period bots will nibble on metal to get material. a shed can also trigger early if a bot gets regularly roughed up or if they changed alt-modes recently. this could lead to a potencial hilarious situation where there's no fighting for like a week sometime after bots and cons arrived on earth since both groups got new alt-modes which triggered a mass shedding and noone wants to fight while they're squishy and itchy. que human friend coming into the autobot base and while talking to their bot friend a piece of the bot's armor just falls off. so of course human freaks out because they think their friend is dying while the bot is confused and going like "why are you screaming i'm just shedding. wdym humans don't do that?" or mabye the human comes in during the everyone is mostly shed phase and going "why r yall nakey" either way that thay humans learn cybertronians are space shrimp.
another headcannon i have is that just chilling in places in alt-mode is the cybertronian equivalent of a cat loaf. cybertronians also purr by idling their engine (obviously) and keep the joints in their hands from going stiff by making biscuits.
cybertronian sight is primarily their sensors (like sharks) with optics being a secondary sight organ and mostly just provide aditional information so taking out a cybertronians optics would do nothing but take out their sensors and they're blind as a bat because of their poor eyesight. i also like how in tfp everyone has unique optics
they can also speak with their mouth closed or without moving it since a voicebox is more like a speaker than vocal cords. moving their mouth just helps with adjusting volume or making sound clearer.
OOoh i am a “transformers shed” believer. For maintenance, or because of age, or because of injuries, i think it has many factors...
I don’t think they’d be squishy underneath, though I think that they have some silicone components that jiggle, but having raw wires and circuitry revealed is already a pretty vulnerable state to be in. (tbh I am also very fond of the thought of cybertronians being able to just remove their armour and parts of their plating on a whim… it’s rare for them to do it, but i think it could be very intimate. I will stop before i delve into places we cannot delve in this week ok)
I am absolutely down for the “optics are only a secondary sensory organ” thing bc honestly i believe that too. I actually imagine that whatever you notice on a bot’s head first, chevron, horns, finials, etc. etc. are actually most sensitive to all kinds of input, like EM fields, vibrations, sound and even light, and i know it’s not canon but i like to imagine that depriving a bot of their horns/chevron/antenna blinds them more than taking out both their optics possibly could. Not to mention, they probably have “eyes” on different parts of their bodies, as in, they can register visual input with their headlight, their rearview mirror and side mirrors. Their optics are actually very weak and taking out their sensors renders them incapable of most things.
Now what i had never considered was transformers doing biscuits to keep their joints flexible. That means medics would have to do extra biscuits so that their joints are at their best. I am now thinking about Drift coming back to their habsuite after a long day on the bridge and Ratchet’s just dozing off after an equally long shift in the med-bay, kneading the pillows happily. I am obsessed. Drift probably joins in bc as a swordsman, he has to keep his hands flexible as well. And them they’re purring their engines bc they’re comfy… aaaaah okay that’s adorable
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