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muffinsin · 5 months

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Hiiii! Could I ask for fluffy hc between Bela and Cassandra? When Cassandra feels under the weather and is hurt after a hunt but is too embarassed to tell anyone but her older sister? I luv the dynamic between them you indirectly referenced in your other fluff hc post^^ about their family dynamics^^ (especially about Bela knowing as the only one that Cassie paints)🫶

Thank you so much if you decide to do it! Also take your time^^ and lastly- I wanna say I really luv your posts and it’s amazing how fast you get them out!

Absolutely! Mommy issues are hitting soooooo imma randomly give them to Cassandra because why not, hope you don’t mind! XD😬

thank you hon! I’m glad you’re enjoying my posts and appreciate the support immensely! :)

Let’s get into it! :)

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Cassandra curses quietly under her breath when her leg gives in every few seconds. She bites her lip to keep from crying out in pain, as well as shedding a tear.

It isn’t much farther to her room.

She swarms brokenly, flies disoriented due to the pain she’s in. Blood drips down her ankle and runs down the side of her heel. Cassandra then hisses and whimpers under her breath.

Upon finally reaching her room, she closes the dark, wooden door quickly. She can’t make it quite to the bed even as she swarms, and instead falls to the floor.

Red, angry bite marks hug the pale skin around her ankle. Stupid bear trap! And stupid her for stepping into it!

Cassandra whimpers as she attempts to clean the dirt from the wound. It hurts more than it should, in her opinion.

Then again, she knows she’s always been squeamish. Something she is very adamant about keeping to herself

She thinks for a moment, as pain shoots through her entire body again: maybe she won’t need to clean it out? No matter, she decides. A new problem already caught her attention.

Upon undoing her corset and lifting the ripped stomach piece of her dress, she winces. There is a large bruise decorating her torso, and another, smaller one, next to it. Purple rings adorn both

She grits her teeth as she moves to sit up. It hurts!

She should’ve gutted that damn deer for kicking her this hard instead of merely cutting its head and dragging it with her

With a jolt, Cassandra’s eyes widen and her hands tap the wooden floor next to her. The head! She had dropped it when she stepped in the bear trap!

For a moment she felt tears welling up in her eyes, frustrated how all her injuries are in vain. She is fast to dig her sharp nails into her own arm- a bad habit she has never quite grown out of- to stop herself from doing so

At last, she feels around her shoulder blades, hissing when her fingertips catch the cuts and thorns in her backside from when she fell into the rose bush

Today really isn’t a good day for her!, she thinks pitifully.

Cassandra feels overwhelmed as she attempts to plug one of the thorns out, yet seems to only push it in further. It hurts when she brushes her fingertip over her irritated skin.

For a long while, she sits in silence. Then, to her relief, she hears a familiar hum from down the hall. Bela! Cassandra didn’t expect the woman to be in her room, instead off doing Mother’s business somewhere in her office or the dungeons. She feels relieved to hear the woman nearby.

The brunette considers her options for a moment, eyeing the ugly, purple bruises and feeling the prickle of sharp thorns in her skin, hissing as she brushes over the swollen, red part of her ankle.

At last, she decides. Bela won’t tell anyone if she comes to her- she knows this. She trusts her.

On wobbly legs she pulls herself up, hissing and whimpering as she pulls her dress down properly again. She brushes any tears that slipped from her eyes away from her cheeks, then focuses her remaining strength on swarming out her room.

Bela jumps as her door is pushed open, her humming pausing momentarily as she notices one of her sisters move in her room.

As the door is closed behind the swarm of flies, she turns her back to it again, resuming her book eagerly. A small smile plays on her lips as she hears Cassandra’s shy “Hi”. The blonde is quick to set her book down again, slipping her bookmark inside to mark the page.

When her sister turns around, Cassandra can’t help but blush in embarrassment.

“Cass?!”

She feels Bela’s hands on her immediately, wide, golden eyes scanning her. The older woman smelt the blood even before she saw her sister’s injury. When she does, she gasps loudly, which merely adds to Cassandra’s embarrassment.

“It’s n-nothing bad. Not a huge deal”, she grits out in pain.

Yet, tears of relief well in her eyes when Bela kneels down, gentle hands cupping her lower leg as she takes a look at her wound. Clearly, her sister isn’t impressed with her fake reassurance, and Cassandra is silently thankful for it.

“How did this happen?”, the blonde asks, golden eyes set on the wound. It’s dirty and at a high risk of infection, dirt and dried blood sticking to it. Cassandra avoids her sister’s eyes even when the blonde looks up at her. “Bear trap…”, she mutters quietly, yet it is loud enough for her sister to hear.

“Did you go out hunting on your own again?”, Bela scolds softly, and Cassandra nearly feels tears dropping at this. The blonde notices her younger sister’s sudden tension. She sighs, bright golden eyes meeting Cassandra’s dark golden ones.

“It’s alright, we can fix this.”, she says instead. “Don’t tell Mother”, Cassandra pleads quietly. The blonde nods once, acknowledging and confirming this. The brunette knows her sister dislikes keeping things from Alcina, ever the Mommy’s Girl, but feels pride and happiness within her as she knows Bela will keep her promise.

She feels her sister drag her heel from her injured foot, and whimpers when the woman gently blows on the wound, removing the small dirt and sand that sticks to her skin.

“We’ll need to clean this out, Cass’”

She tenses. “Are you sure? You know we heal fast! We won’t need to-“

Bela’s stern look has the brunette shut her mouth again.

She watches silently as her sister moves about the room, collecting tissues and rags, disinfectant and water.

She allows herself to relax. Bela will help her- Bela will take care of her. She feels partly embarrassed for needing her big sister to take care of her- it’s been long since Bela had to look out for Cassandra and Daniela this way. Still- this feels nice…

Cassandra jumps when her cheek is cupped gently, but eagerly leans into the warm touch. She would never admit that she purred quietly as Bela stroked along her bloody cheek, comforting her despite the pain Cassandra was in.

“I’ll be right back. I’ve got to get some more rags and bandages”, Bela speaks softly, adamant on keeping her sister calm and comfortable. After centuries of living together, she has learned how to deal with her siblings.

Cassandra nods, watching as the woman flies off.

She looks around her sister’s room instead, her fingers sliding alongside Bela’s soft, red bedsheets. She remembers curling up here during thunderstorms as she was younger, Bela’s calm voice lulling her to sleep as she read Cassandra a story.

She blushes when she finds the portrait peeking out of Bela’s closet- she recognizes it immediately, it’s a portrait of the eldest sister, drawn by her ages ago. She had lifted it to her with the small plea of keeping it a secret. Knowing her sister keeps it in a secret, yet common place has Cassandra feel pride in her chest yet again- Bela must like her painting so much, she looks at it every day, yet keeps it hidden away in case Daniela is to walk into her room and find it.

She smiles at this.

On her table, a book is sprayed out. Cassandra can’t make out the title, nor does she care.

She reaches backwards, hugging one of her sister’s large pillows to her chest. The pain is becoming a lot, her ankle aching and burning. She forces back another wave of tears.

As she holds the pillow close, and inhales the blonde’s scent on it, a raw, almost forgotten need spreads within her: for a moment Cassandra wishes she was little again, able to simply hide away with her older sister protecting her.

Now she is an adult, and a fierce huntress at that. She can no longer expect her sister to look out for her, it would be embarrassing!

Yet, she yearns to cuddle up with Bela again, feel so safe and protected as she normally just used to feel as a child in Mother’s arms.

She smiles involuntarily when Bela returns, hands full.

“You like that? Dani too, I had to steal it back from her”, Bela comments with a small laugh, pointing at the pillow in Cassandra’s hands. She doesn’t seem to mind the blood her younger sister smears over it; or at least doesn’t show it.

Cassandra doesn’t answer, although giggles a little. It sounds just like Daniela to sneak off into their rooms and take what she likes.

She watches curiously as a bucket is placed under her leg. When bela lifts a glass of water and pours it gently down her ankle, she can’t help the surprised yelp of pain.

The blonde grips her fidgeting sister’s leg, gently, yet firm.

“Cassandra, we need to wash away the dirt. If this gets infected, we will need to tell Mother”, she argues. The brunette grumbles for a moment, yet stops squirming. She instead squeezes the pillow tighter as Bela continues pouring the water down her ankle, and with it dirt and some of the dried blood.

After a few minutes, the blonde seems done. Instead, Cassandra feels her gently dab a cloth against her ankle, mindful of the swelling and the angry marks the bear trap left behind. She whimpers in pain occasionally, yet stays still for her sister.

Another memory crosses her mind;

They were barely children, and Bela already was the most mature out of the three. Cassandra was crying as she clutched her crystallizing elbow. She had stuck it out the window for just a second, just to see what would happen. The pain was unbearable.

Yet, Bela was there, holding her in her arms as she put her own hands over the elbow. Cassandra wasn’t oblivious to how it made her sister’s palms crystallize a little bit as well. Eventually, all was well again. “Promise you don’t tell Mama?”, she whispered, to which she only received a small smile and a nod.

Bela had never told.

She is brought back to the current moment when she feels soft gauze wrap around her ankle. Bela’s movements are steady and gentle. The bucket and rag stands in the corner of the room.

When the ankle is wrapped, her sister rises from her kneeling position, smiling at the brunette.

She can’t help but whimper, alerting Bela something else was up. She can’t help but want her sister to take care of her other wounds too. Cassandra has no idea what is up with her, she craves the comfort the eldest sister offers, and had always offered.

Bela frowns at the mute woman. Without a word, Cassandra raises the broken part of her dress, exposing the purple marks underneath. Yet again Bela gasps at this.

“Deer”, Cassandra answers her silent question. Her lip wobbles as her sister hugs her. Despite the pain she feels at having the other woman’s hands right on the thorns, she embraces the comfort and love she is given.

“Can you lay on your back? I’m sure I’ve got some cream somewhere…”, Bela asks, worry written all across her face. What has her little sister gotten herself into?

Cassandra considers this for a moment. Strangely enough, she doesn’t want to disappoint Bela. At the same time, she knows the blonde wouldn’t be happy if she laid down with the thorns poking deeper into her.

“My back kind of…”, she trails off, unsure what else to say.

Bela raises an eyebrow at this. In the blink of a moment she swarms behind her sister, gently pulling her hair to the side to access the zipper of her dress. Cassandra blushes as it’s removed with ease and Bela studies the thorns in her back. She holds the front of the dress to her chest to cover herself.

“You’ve got to be more careful, Cass’”, Bela whispers. She sighs as she stares at the many thorns inside her sister’s soft skin. Some peek out a lot, others will take more to take out. She knows Cassandra won’t enjoy those.

Still, the blonde knows how to deal with the younger woman.

“Can you hold this for me?”, she asks gently, guiding another of her pillows to Cassandra’s hands. The woman nods eagerly.

Cassandra, would she not feel so safe and protected, would surely scold herself for being so vulnerable and soft around her sister. Yet she can’t help it. She knows Bela won’t hurt her, will always look after her the way she always has.

Cassandra, to her greatest shame and embarrassment, wishes she was a child again, able to hide away in her sister’s neck after a scary storm. She knows she isn’t supposed to act this way anymore, expected to be more mature now. Yet, she can’t help but feel so small and safe, vulnerable and happy with her older sister.

She barely notices when the blonde begins her work, sharp nails carefully pulling thorn after thorn from her back. The ones sticking out are easy. Bela drops them on the pillow held by her sister.

16 in total, she had counted; nine out already. There wasn’t a lot more to go!

The seventh was a tricky one. Cassandra squirms and whimpers, but eventually gasps happily when the little devil is out and dropped on the pillow too.

“Just six more, bug”, Bela promises when she notices Cassandra’s distress. The woman freezes for a moment- it’s been centuries since her sister used this nickname for her.

She feels comfortable and safe yet again. Cassandra had forgotten how dearly she missed being this close to her older sister. Bela was so often so busy with the wine business now, she missed spending time together. All three sisters are inseparable, yet Cassandra likes to think Bela likes her better.

When asked, the blonde insists she likes both her sisters in a unique way, how she treasures them differently based on their qualities and talents.

Cassandra doesn’t notice when number six and five are removed.

Tears fall down at number four and three, and she bites down on the soft, large pillow on her lap at number two.

Only one remains, the one she had accidentally pushed deeper. She whimpers as she feels Bela’s sharp nails dig in her skin for a mere moment. Then, with a triumphant smile, the blonde holds the last of the little bastards between her fingers. Cassandra smiles relieved. She allows Bela to clean her back too, purring quietly at the nice feeling of a warm rag against her. She blushes when Bela is kind enough to press a quick kiss to the wound number #1 left.

At last, Cassandra lays on her back, her dress pulled up, the bruises on her stomach and torso exposed.

Like promised, Bela retrieves and applies cream to it even as Cassandra laughs at the ticklish feeling.

“Is there any other wound, Cass?”, She asks, worried eyes taking in Cassandra’s body and searching for anything out of the ordinary. The brunette smiles tiredly. “All taken care of”, she promises. Her eyes feel a little heavy.

A question sits at the tip of her tongue. The blonde can tell; her patient eyes are set on Cassandra, until the younger woman eventually spits it out.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”, she questions. The blonde confirms this. “You know you and Daniela are always welcomed here, Cassandra”, Bela confirms for her again. She removes the pillow with thorns and smiles as the younger woman moves in her bed properly.

“Will you also…cuddle me?”, Cassandra asks quietly. She wishes for once there was a loud rainstorm in sight. It should embarrass her to ask for her sister’s comfort a lot more than it does. Bela agrees to this all too happily. She’s missed using her little sisters as teddy bears, hearing their silent purrs when they felt so safe and happy.

It’s such purrs that she receives when she turns off the lights and climbs in bed too, Cassandra’s head on her lap, her fingers in brunette curls. “Scratch”, Cassandra whispers, as she often did as a child.

Bela laughs at the fond memory, her sharp fingernails settling against Cassandra’s scalp as she scratches gently. The woman’s purrs increase in volume.

“You’re not bad with the whole bandaging stuff”, Cassandra says awkwardly. Thankfully, the older mutant understands. “You’re welcome, Cass”

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #I’ll go ahead and say Cassandra has mommy issues-#and Bela full on triggers them sometimes #Cassie just loves and appreciates her older sister sm ;-;

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ozzgin · 5 days

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Dear Ozzgin,

I am currently in the process of working on the Ozz Harem narrative, a project I have not previously undertaken. After dedicating several arduous days to research and study, I am pleased to report that I have managed to grasp some key elements necessary to initiate this storytelling endeavor. However, it is worth noting that this may be a narrative that initially falters before gradually improving.

On a separate note, I recently acquired a new personal computer, which unfortunately resulted in the loss of all the Sims characters I had previously created. This has left me feeling quite disheartened. While I intend to redownload all of my custom content, I cannot predict when I will muster the energy to do so, as my motivation has been significantly diminished.

In more positive news, I had the opportunity to view the 'Amnesia: The Dark Descent' edit that you produced. Though I may not excel at providing feedback, I am eager to experiment with creating posters once again. I hope that you find them satisfactory, and if not, please do not hesitate to express any criticisms so that I may refine or reconstruct them accordingly.

How have you been? It has been some time since our last correspondence, and I offer my apologies for my extended absence. The demands of life can often become overwhelming and all-consuming. I have noticed the expansion of your harem and trust that you are enjoying the experience. Your blog continues to captivate and amuse me, and I am grateful for your commitment to engaging with your audience.

Warm regards, Unicornymous

Dear Unicornymous,

Allow me to start by praising your work, as it’s the very first detail that catches my eye. You have put all my previous text edits to shame. Not only have you followed the game aesthetic masterfully, but the choice of fonts is just flawless. Had I not known the context of the image, I would’ve assumed it to be an official dungeon game. This is clearly the hand of someone with digital design knowledge and an instinct for aesthetic. You have my compliments.

I am saddened to hear about the loss of your saved files. I personally keep a (periodically updated) copy of my Sims folder, with all the data, in a safe place to be transferred in the case of crashes/errors/new devices. Perhaps it is something you can consider in the future, to save yourself the grief of lost progress. I suspect it is a shared feeling among simmers.

You do not have to apologize for your absence, I will always appreciate your correspondence regardless of its regularity. Your own well-being in daily life should remain your top priority.

Lastly, it is I who should be thanking all the kind people reaching out to me, as there would be no conversation without the others’ input. I merely respond to the creativity and humor that is being offered, and for that I am grateful. I look forward to hearing more about your ongoing project, and - most importantly - I hope it brings you joy and entertainment.

Yours truly,

Ozzgin

#personal #ozz harem #the image will be going in the little folder of memories I have gathered from this blog ❤️

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moronic-validity · 7 months

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*tucks hair behind ear* hey totally unprompted but what would happen if Simon tried to leave Winter

*cracks knuckles* I’m so very glad you asked. In fact, some would argue you just asked the perfect question. So perfect in fact, that it gets its own mini-series; Stockholm Syndrome.

Consider this an au of the au I already created for the DWU lmao

this one is going to be 18+ and it will earn it. Not only that, but this one is going to have a lot of dark themes and really play into Winter's possessiveness and need for control by any means necessary. I will add warnings to the beginning of each chapter so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read them before diving in.

With that, please enjoy the first 600ish words of what will inevitably be a very long ride

The relationship wasn’t working.

He didn’t even know how he could think it would. They were too similar, and he didn’t even like himself.

Every single annoying trait he had, Winter seemed to turn into a defining personality trait.

The final straw was when he got home from a night out with Doctor Princess.

“Where have you been?” Winter called from atop his throne.

Simon rolled his eyes, not having to deal with a lecture on breaking curfew since he was in high school, an entire lifetime ago.

“Winter, I was out with Doctor Princess, you knew we were going out drinking tonight,” he removed his jacket and draped it over his arm, preparing to go to bed with the man who had somehow become less his lover and more his roommate.

“I think you owe me an apology, you are rather late,” Winter mindlessly twirled a hair around his finger, not noticing or caring that the other man was getting annoyed.

“I’m a grown man, Winter, I don’t owe you an apology for being later than I had anticipated,” Simon placed a hand on the door that separated the throne room from the hallway, at this point deciding to spend the night in his own room.

Winter flicked his wrist and the door sealed shut, becoming one with the wall.

Simon groaned.

“Are you really doing this right now?” He turned to face Winter, who was still sitting idly on his throne.

“Simon, I don’t think you’re taking my concerns seriously and I don’t appreciate it,” he lowered his throne to the ground, walked to his Simon, and took one of his hands in his own.

Simon pulled his hand away.

“Winter, I don’t appreciate that every time I leave the castle, we go through this whole song and dance. If I’m early, then I lied about where I went, if I’m late, then I lied about what we were doing. I’m just…done.” Simon let every ounce of frustration over the new normal come out at once.

Winter studied Simon’s expression, noting how things had changed. The face that was usually so full of love was now full of indifference, bordering on disgust.

“I…I think it’s best if I stay at D’s house tonight, we can talk about this in the morning,” Simon sighed and turned around, beginning to walk to the exit.

With another small flick of his wrist, the ice of the floor grew to encase Simon’s legs, holding him in place.

“You’re not going anywhere,” His usually jovial voice had fallen flat, “If I can’t have you as my husband, I will have you as my prisoner.”

Simon was at a loss for words, he didn’t think Winter would do something like this to him.

He reopened the doors to the hall and began moving forward, and to Simon’s surprise, the ice that had grown to waist height pulled him along the same path.

They stopped in the dungeon, Winter carefully walked to a cell along the furthest wall.

It took him a moment to open the cell; then the ice block slid in and rejoined the floor, delivering Simon to his new home.

“You will stay here until you can either learn to love me or I can trust you, whichever happens first, I suppose,” he said it so calmly, almost as if he was bored of the one-sided conversation already, “You’ll find I’m not a complete monster, you still have a bed and your precious books.”

“I could never love you after this,” Simon spat at the other version of himself.

“Oh my sweet Simon, you have such little faith!” He laughed as he turned on his heel and left the dungeon.

#teddy talks #theo's thoughts #winterkov #simon petrikov #simoncest #simon x winter king #the winter king #simonpetrikov #winter king x simon #winterking #nsft

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that-house · 11 months

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hi james! I'm currently putting together the first d&d campaign I'll be dming for, and I was hoping for some advice. Specifically, I'd like to know how much you'd suggest preparing in advance (is there a minimum amount of preparation that helps things run smoothly? is there a level of detail/specificity where it starts hindering your ability to improvise, or just isn't useful? I'm sure this varies some based on personal preference and style but I'd still like to hear your thoughts) but any other advice/suggestions/recommendations would also be much appreciated <3

well, part of it depends on the sort of game you're looking to run. i've run two major high-effort D&D campaigns, and they were both very different structurally.

the first game was very plot-driven, with the players getting missions from the crown. my players were pretty new, and it had been a while since I'd DM'd, so i wanted to do something simple to hold their hands through the introductory period. for that one, i spent a whiiile nailing down what sorta stuff would be happening and what the world was like and all that. i think my main campaign doc wound up being around 90 pages by the time the game went on indefinite hiatus around level 10

for my current game, i wanted to run a proper sandbox campaign, which is a bit more of an undertaking. i started by nailing down a bunch of broad setting details: continents, countries, gods, metaphysics, some major historical events. once i had a broad view of Everything, i focused in on the stuff immediately at hand.

i knew they'd be starting off in the Eviscaran Empire, so i filled out an excessive amount of information about its governing structure, demographics, economy, etc.

once i had that framework, the amount of prep i did trailed off RAPIDLY over time. for the first bits of the game, i was writing soooo much for every location and NPC. i haven't put anything down on paper in like three sessions

my number one tip is to prep NPCs in advance but like. not actually

here's how i do NPC prep:

i have a table full of Name, Race, Appearance, and Personality, with blank spots for Location, Profession, and Notes

when i need an NPC, i grab the next empty spot on the table, come up with the sort of person who fits both the appearance/personality and the job i'm putting them in, and play 'em

it's like a little game! the order in which the players do things effects what the NPCs are gonna be like! rugged, suspicious Vin Muvak wound up as a shady ex-con flower seller (fun contrast), and masked, efficient Immaq Qaim ended up being a crime boss (perfect fit)

but yeah here's an example of my session notes

i do take more in-depth notes for like. dungeon crawls and stuff, but a solid 50% of what happens in a given session is totally pulled out of my ass. i just go with what feels right

"oh the wizard wants to investigate this mirror? sure would be funny if it had a Power Word Kill trap"

one of my players asked me what would have happened if they'd sealed the eternally-tortured princess of the summer fey into a spear and then fed that to the paladin's weapon-eating sword and i said "50% chance it frees her from her torment, 50% chance it lets her loose in the material plane" "you'd flip a coin?" "no i would just pick in the moment based on what felt more narratively satisfying"

part of running a sandbox game is just playing fast and loose with prep. it's impossible to predict everything that's going to happen so i just trust myself to come up with solid stuff on the fly. i looooove getting to spitball treatises on magic and history whenever someone reads a book or casts identify or makes a history/religion/arcana check :)

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office-worker-91 · 7 months

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Infinity Train Fear and Hunger AU Snippet 5 (Finale)

(TW: Gore, mentions of limb loss)

Despite the danger of the dungeon, they almost made it out without issue. Now that Jesse was dead set on getting home, he actually had a decent idea of where the exit was. Now that Lake had worked out their anger on the subject, they were actually feeling fairly good about the situation. What had seemed like a distant dream all their life was now within their grasp.

After they returned to the regular dungeon area from the city, Jesse led Lake and Alan Dracula back towards where he was sure the exit was. Part of him had become antsy. Now that he had officially given up on finding some magic to help Nate, he wanted to get out as soon as possible. Lake made sure to temper his ambitions every time they could see him getting sloppy with his stealth. It wouldn't matter how fast they got to the exit if they were both dead. Though they did have to get there without resting. They'd been fairly lucky with finding safe sleeping areas, but they didn't trust their own luck.

Lake and Jesse held hands as they walked, so that Jesse could know Lake was behind him without turning around and taking his attention off of his surroundings. Alan Dracula followed behind them, though he didn't seem to understand that they were supposed to be stealthy right now. He kept impatiently pushing Lake forward or trying to walk forward past the two of them, like he wasn't worried at all. Between making sure Jesse was paying attention and making sure Alan Dracula didn't get them caught, Lake didn't have much time to think about what would happen once they escaped. They couldn't afford to daydream.

All their efforts were for naught when a hulking creature burst through the wall in front of them. A humanoid bird-headed creature with a deadly mace for an arm and a blood-stained beak.

Lake was hit with a weird sense of familiarity when she realized this same creature had been tailing Tulip during her time in the dungeon. But Tulip, lucky punk that she was, had somehow managed to avoid the more aggressive part of its attention. They hadn't been so fortunate apparently.

Jesse yelped as Lake pulled him back just in time to avoid getting his head bitten off. A part of Lake wanted to scream in agony, that they had been so close to escaping the dungeon only to get cut off by some bird-brained brutalizer. But at the same time, Jesse had almost died and they had about zero seconds to react until the crow-headed man's next attack, so if they had to retreat back into the dungeon, that's what they would do. Lake pulled the two back, avoiding a swipe from its arm-mace, and started to run back the way they'd came.

There was only one problem: Alan Dracula wasn't moving. At all. He just stared as the crow mauler approached in the other direction. Without hesitation, Lake let go of Jesse, hoping he would stay behind them, and drew their morning star. They swung to counter an attack aimed at AD.

*SNAP*

Lake's trusty morning star, the weapon they'd relied upon their entire free life, snapped helplessly against the crow mauler's weapon. Lake was knocked onto the ground in front of Alan Dracula. Lake looked up, hoping the deer would be surprisingly reliable, like he usually was, but the deer simply looked down at Lake, with something like a detached lovingness. Appreciated. Not helping.

Lake held up their broken weapon in a desperate attempt to block the black death descending upon them, but Jesse had predictably not taken the hint and thrust his spear into the chest of the beast. It was a powerful strike, evident by how he had practically thrown himself forward and fallen on his face in front of them. Still, despite the attempt, the attack hadn't even embedded the entire tip of the spear into the monster's chest, and it fell pitifully and uselessly in front of the two of them.

The crow mauler, completely undaunted by the attempts at stopping it, opened its beak, opening what looked like a void in its mouth. Jesse desperately clawed at Lake's shoulders, no doubt trying to pull himself up to get in front of them, the idiot. Lake wouldn't let that happen and curled their metal body over Jesse. If they could protect him and Alan Dracula long enough for them to escape, out of the dungeons and into whatever better world Jesse had lived in before, everything that they lived would've been worth it. It would've been a good life.

The crow mauler gave a terrible shriek, no doubt preparing to attack. And then it kept shrieking. And Lake's distressed thoughts managed to collect themselves enough to think that... it sounded like it was in pain.

Jesse and Lake simultaneously looked up and found a horrific mass of brown fur swirling around the crow mauler like a hurricane. Multiple sets of horns had pierced entirely through the creature's body. Above the storm of gore, black feathers, and fur, the elongated head of Alan Dracula emerged, looking down on the mauler. His eyes glowed with some unearthly power. Lake got a weird feeling of déjà vu, thinking back to the city and how it had immediately made them feel as if they were witnessing something not meant for mortal eyes. This gave them about ten times that reaction.

Lake pushed Jesse's head to the ground and covered their own eyes. They heard the shrieks of the once mighty beast growing higher and higher pitched, and then-

nothing

Lake cautiously peered up. Alan Dracula stood in a pile of red with feathers floating in it. He stared at them, his eyes no longer glowing oh-so-terribly, now back to its weirdly comforting all-black color.

Jesse asked, muffled against the stone floor, if they were dead yet, to which Lake let him up. Surprisingly, despite witnessing what had just happened, the two silently elected not to talk about it. Alan Dracula began walking towards the exit, and the two mortals followed him. That was the last monster the dungeon ever threw at them.

When they reached the doors, Alan Dracula hastily shoved the shell-shocked teens outside. By the time they looked back, AD was already disappearing back into the darkness of the dungeon, having evidently done what he wanted to do.

Lake's thoughts swirled around in their head. Their entire life was still flashing before their eyes as if they were still in that hallway with the monster.

The sun is nice. Not as nice as Jesse, in fact it's a little harsh, but it's a welcome change. And it's warm. The "sun" in the underground city hadn't been warm.

There was green all around the dungeon entrance. Lake supposed this was what a forest looked like when you weren't viewing it through a shaky pond reflection.

Jesse, despite everything they had just gone through, wordlessly extended his hand to Lake. Lake looked at it like it was everything they'd ever wanted, and in a sense it was. It was time for them to enter the real world. It's all uphill from here.

Lake took Jesse's hand, and the two began walking.

.....

Travelling across the land had not only been comparably a breeze, it had also been fascinating. Tulip almost never left her town, and when she did they had only seen what had been reflected. Here, among the grass and the trees, the only thing they had to worry about was their legs hurting. And maybe some bandits, but they were confident they could handle that.

Jesse was quickly back to his normal, positive self. And Lake hadn't known what they were missing out on, because apparently, instead of whistling, Jesse usually SINGS. He just hadn't wanted to attract attention. It was the most unbelievably corny and in character thing, and Lake cherished every new thing they were learning about him just like he seemed to cherish every new thing they experienced.

As they neared the town where the Cosay's lived, Jesse got increasingly nervous. After all, he had run away from home immediately after Nate had lost his arm due to HIS mistakes. But Lake kept pushing him through. They pushed each other through, really. Lake still had nightmares. They were sure Jesse did too. But they would never have to face them alone.

As they neared the town, Jesse talking nervously about how much they're going to love him parents and how excited he was to get out of his blood-soaked clothes and take a bath, Lake looked out over the... well, the lake that Jesse had told them he loved so much to swim in. They smiled at the image of the afternoon sun reflecting off the water's surface.

The Cosays, evidently, did not prioritize any anger they might've held for their eldest son's actions over their concern for his safety. Jesse cried his eyes out as he embraced his family and swore up and down that yes, he was okay, the blood on his shirt was mostly his but it was also old and he's much better now. Lake stood awkwardly behind him, waiting for the reunion to finish.

The Cosays barely questioned Jesse when he told them that Lake had saved their life while they were away from home. The two were taken in and given a nice change of clothes and a bath. Lake had never had a bath before. They hadn't thought it necessary as a metal person, but they felt surprisingly relaxed by it.

Jesse's apology to his little brother wasn't easy. Nate was happy his brother was alive, but he couldn't really bring himself to forgive Jesse. Jesse assured him that was okay, even though he was sniffling as he talked. Healing takes time, after all.

Nothing was perfect. If one were a pessimist, they may assume everything had gotten worse. But Jesse was alive and here with the Cosays, to help them with whatever they needed, provided he didn't have to risk his life for unattainable eldritch power. And Lake hadn't escaped to some fairy-tale land where everything was safe and happy, but they HAD escaped. They were free, free to pursue whatever dreams or goals they wanted. And they planned on taking full advantage of that... so long as they didn't have to leave Jesse's side for too long, at least.

#Yeesh #It's done #Abrupt ending IK but MAN I was already writing way more than I had planned for that epilogue bit #Personally this is my least favorite part but it is nice to have them finally escape #infinity train #jesse cosay #lake infinity train #jesslake #thank you for listening paper bag people #infinity train lake #au idea #fear and hunger #infinity train book 2 #infinity dungeon au #tw: gore #cw: gore

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The Kinslayer Couple

Summary: The ground falls out from beneath Valaena Velaryon’s feet within the span of a week. The week begins with the death of her grandsire, making her mother queen and her Princess of Dragonstone. It ends with the death of her brother Lucerys at the hands of her husband, Aemond Targaryen. From there, Valaena embarks on a perilous journey to win a war against her own kin, forced to discern who are friends and who are foes on both sides of the conflict.

Chapter Twenty: Craven

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135 A.C.

“Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm and steal my throne at no cost?” Valaena stares down at her husband, who at last stands on his knees, put there by Criston. He stares back at her and holds his tongue, defiant to the last.

Sighing, she issues him a more meaningful question. “Where is Aegon?”

This time, he answers her. “I do not know.”

“But you believe he lives,” she gleans. It has been the topic of some debate, whether Aegon’s abscondence from the Red Keep had been wholly successful. Aemond nods. “Wherefore?”

His frown worsens. “Just a feeling.”

Dryly, she remarks, “How romantic.” From beside her, Jacaerys and Baela snicker.

His jaw clenching, Aemond inhales a long breath through his nose. For a moment, Valaena thinks he will make some rejoinder, but no such response comes. Flicking her hand in his direction, she orders that he be taken to his new accommodations to await his remotion to King’s Landing.

As two burly squires drag him from the room, Jacaerys complains, “I still think it best we dispatch him now.”

The decision to take back Dragonstone today had come to her as she laid in bed last night. For a moon, she had been laying the foundation of her plan to oust her usurper husband, but following her coupling with Aemond, she had realized that she was allowing him to ensorcell her anew. She had been swayed nearly to the brink last night, on the verge of admitting her true love for him and just barely withholding the admission. If she did not act swiftly, she had appreciated, she would lose her chance.

Baela reproves Jacaerys before Valaena has the chance. “Her Grace will want the pleasure herself.”

His lips twist in displeasure. “Very well. I shall write to Mother—”

“No, no,” Valaena diverts him, standing from her throne. As a unit, the three of them descend from its dais. “Allow me. I should prefer that you oversee the men.”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “I did not succeed in that role when last you gave it to me.”

“Don’t be silly,” she admonishes. After months of her brother doubting himself, she has grown tired of his lack of self-confidence. Nevertheless, after the Greens had come harrowingly close to exterminating the lot them by setting the Triarchy on them—and indeed succeeded in stealing little Viserys away—she cannot quite blame him. She keeps her irritation from her voice and sets him on a practical course. “We need free our leal men from the dungeons. I do not trust those who turned for Criston.” Jacaerys nods, more self-possessed with responsibility before him. “Give the commons and the squires to Ser Robert. Let him decide their fates. The knights,” she distinguishes, her eyes trailing to Ser Alfred Bloome, a sullen and sour man, “hang them. They have broken their oaths.”

“And Criston himself,” wonders Baela, her voice low so that the man in question does not overhear.

Biting her lip, Valaena tastes the late Lord Reyne’s blood. “Leave the oathbreaker to me.”

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Dungeon23 - Week Zero Day 5

So far, I've been brainstorming a lot of large concepts, but I'm not sure how I'm going to get from the big picture down to the specific nuts and bolts of the dungeon itself. Maybe taking a closer look at the conflicts among the setting's demigods will help!

The demigods are much more connected to day-to-day life and culture within the setting. Each is associated strongly with a specific ancestry, which of course infers that specific ancestry exists within the world. So we know we have living constructs (autognomes), snakefolk (yuan-ti), owlfolk (owlin), shadowfolk (shadar-kai), merfolk (tritons), catfolk (tabaxi), and plantfolk (myconid). I'll probably add additional cultures to this world as I move forward, but these seven will do nicely as a starting point.

The autognomes are the newest culture, and their origins remain mysterious. It's known that they appeared around the same time as the catastrophe that damaged the world's weather, but they themselves don't have much more to offer than that. They say they created their god and their god simultaneously created them in a miraculous singularity. They tend to be a bit more isolated than the other cultures, but only because they have very little reason to trade common goods such as food or fresh water. They are semi-nomadic, travelling in weird, ramshackle ships from island to island. Kyran appears to ignore all of the other gods, except for The Verdence, with whom Kyran is trying to forge an alliance.

The yuan-ti are a very old culture, and enthusiastically open to cooperating with other cultures. They enjoy being in physical contact with warm-blooded creatures, and as a consequence are very physically affectionate. Their culture has developed codes of law that have been widely adopted by other cultures as well. Their goddess also gets along well with the other deities, but in a less affectionate, more diplomatic way. Selrithis prefers to keep her emotional distance, but is nevertheless a trusted ally and perhaps the most reliable / predictable of the gods. She treats all of the other gods neutrally, but has deep romantic feelings for Githwyn (which she keeps carefully hidden), and is politely antagonistic toward The Verdence.

Owlin can be found across multiple islands, living in a weird sort of harmony with other cultures simply by virtue of living in parallel to them--being active nocturnally while other cultures are mostly diurnal. their god, Niri, emphasizes the benefits of this separation, but also encourages open trade, which typically happens at dawn and dusk. Niri is perhaps the shyest of the gods, but is very curious about Kyran and hopes to help her people benefit from the autognomes' new alchemical discoveries. She is close with Tal (sometimes depicted as her sibling), respects Selrithis, fears The Verdence, and despises Ricru.

Tal's people, the shadar-kai, are equally comfortable being diurnal or nocturnal (and will shift between sleeping schedules at different points in their lives). They have a very competitive culture, and they prefer to speak mainly in metaphors, considering direct speech to be somewhat uncouth. They appreciate scientific and magical literacy, and frequently work as teachers within mixed communities. Tal himself is friendly to most of the other gods, close with Niri, and despises Ricru. Some myths claim that Ricru is father to Niri and Tal, but the two of them seem to look unfavorably upon such stories. The myconids prefer living underground whenever possible, but are flexible and adaptable. They thrive in the humid conditions of the rainy seasons, but struggle during the winters. Their psychic fungal deity pays no special attention to its people, instead sharing its benefits with all mortals equally. It's generally believed by all cultures that mortalkind would not have the ability to dream if it were not for the Verdence. The Verdence doesn't seem to care about the other dieties, and rarely interacts with them directly. It hasn't seemed to acknowledge Kyran's requests for alliance or Selrithis' unfriendly attitude. However, it does seem to slightly favor families who have chosen to live under the blessing of Yarin, sending them peaceful, hopeful dreams more often than not. Tomorrow: tritons, tabaxi, and more races!

#dungeon23 #rpg #megadungeon #worldbuilding

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Zero to Epic: Shortening a Long Journey

Stepping away for a moment from our ongoing campaign, it might be good to touch on some big picture concepts and how one might plan to get your Spelljammer group there.

I've got to be honest. I struggle to create amazing role-playing scenes. I spend so much time trying to make the world seem real, that it becomes difficult to introduce epic-scale environments. When you start playing D&D, often you start on such a small, human scale. You meet a stranger at a tavern, see a reward posted for interested parties, or maybe your small village is attacked before you even know what to expect. Often, low level campaigns revolve around doing chores for the established powers (local duke or powerful wizard), or just helping the less fortunate.

You rarely get epic conflicts right off the bat. Sure, you get introductions that foreshadow later events. An adult dragon attacks the village you are in, but all you can do is watch as stronger NPCs drive it off while you help the even weaker NPCs survive. Dramatic cut-scenes with powerful boxed text to set the tone of the boss fight later are nice, but it is only a stepping stone to epic. Perhaps, you grow several levels in overcoming the local badlands just to finally face the dragon in its lair. Pretty standard, and not quite epic.

So, the Dragon is actually a polymorphed wizard trying to build an open gate to the abyss? Getting warmer. Clearly, petty conflicts between small groups for very low stakes is the bread and butter of low level adventures. Epic level implies much higher stakes. World shaking powers. Really, the characters should be level 18 and above to face that type of thing, but how can one DM lower level groups around higher level events. Balancing the desire to reveal the epic storyline against the actual abilities of the characters can trip up any DM.

Like all the conflicts and fights you design for the party, you don't really want a TPK (Total Party Kill) or a Monte Hall (large reward for little challenge) event. You want the party to achieve with a good reward to challenge balance. This is the essence of Dungeon Mastering. You can tell the greatest story ever, but if you kill the party before they complete the quest, it doesn't work. That great story can also fail, if the players become bored with the lack of challenge.

Typically, you slowly reveal the layers of your story and introduce new, harder opponents as your story expands. This is the tried and true method, but you can spice it up. One way is to design epic environments. RPG video game designers often do this simply having the characters go through a gate/portal to an odd place, or perhaps enter someone's mind or dreams. The game designer just wants to tell a more epic, memorable story without the restraints of the 'real world' the party has been travelling through. Ravenloft, the Demiplane of Dread, is the horror-themed example of a dreamworld that your players can step into at any time, but there are an infinite number of such places in the Spelljammer universe to explore.

Of course, I already mentioned in a previous post that you, as DM, can create whatever worlds you want in your wildspaces. While this is true, there is the matter of building trust with your players. Players need solid 'reality' to nurture their character concept in. One where their growth is recognized and appreciated by the factions they interact with. So, I am not talking about creating a Dr. Suess wildspace for them to visit. The Dr. Suess themed world or asteroid cluster may seem cool, but it underminds your 'reality'. Real, prime material plane worlds and concepts can be awesome (I'm still working on the Dead God site for my this campaign), but should stay within the normal confines of D&D worlds.

Magical demiplanes and dreamworlds are a completely different matter. But first, let's touch on a few other preconceived epic spaces that any Spelljammer party could travel to. D&D has a very long history filled with epic worlds your party could visit. Sometimes, brief forays into a different world-cultures can be really cool. This also allows for use of one-shot modules or boxed-set campaigns that already exist. Dark Sun or Hollow World comes to mind as a wild, epic environment to have a party gate into. Of course, you and your players might appreciate reliving old campaign worlds from a different perspective. Especially, if you have a shared event from a previous game on that world to reference. Remember, time is not absolute in fantasy, and the events of a previous campaign can be simultaneous with the present one.

On the other hand, Spelljammer gives you tons of other fresh possibilities. For me, many of these revolve around the Planes of Existence. I've always brought the outsiders (demons, devils, etc) into the party's world for them to repel. Devising a short or long-term scenario for the party to visit another plane has just never materialized. Which is ironic given how much I loved playing the original Planescape Torment video game. This time, I want to at least have them open a door to Sigil. Just too many adventures waiting to happen there not to. Of course, doors that lead to the Abyss, Elysium, Mechanus, Elemental Planes, etc. can lead to Epic stories.

Two newer places that I have never used are the Feywilds and Shadowfell (other than Ravenloft being moved here). This is mainly because I really did not like the 4th edition ruleset and ignored much of it at the time. Reading the work of Bruce Cordell and company now, I really like Shadowfell and the dynamics there. Since both of these places often leak over into other campaign worlds, you could drop in an epic side-quest at any time.

Moving beyond D&D cannon, there are literally thousands of world/place concepts that authors have created to tell their stories that you can borrow. Clearly, we have all used Tolkien's work, but you and your friends might really enjoy gating into The Wheel of Time, The Game of Thrones, or The Witcher for a brief, but epic, encounter. Video game references and encounters can also be really awesome, though the Dragons in Skyrim would have to beefed up (smile). Of course, fans like us have already done 5e write-ups to convert many of the more popular works.

If you want to do your own thing, dreamworlds and demiplanes of any kind can exist. The real question is whether they will be fun. My Dr. Suess adventure where the party must settle the Grinch/Whoville Christmas problem would be pretty lame for a D&D party, even if they were polymorphed in a group of Whos. I've played/DM'd many such a one-shot module at a convention for fun, but it may be too much of an offbeat concept for your campaign. Dreamworlding your party into actual different characters can be fun, but it is tricky. If everyone in your group are huge fans of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, then the players might embrace a bit of playing those roles in your dreamworld. But, and this is a big one, the setup has to be one where the players realize the Buffy villain in the dream concept represents a 'real' world obstacle their party is trying to defeat.

Of course, most players want to stick to the role they created for your campaign, so recasting for a dream sequence can be very disappointing. A safer tactic is to present a dreamworld that alters physical or mental 'reality', that the party can overcome. Many times, this is a safe way to visit the past without destroying the 'real' timeline. Ravenloft adventures are well known for presenting the trauma of a previous event to the residents there. Sometimes the party discovers the past and rectifies the wrong. Sometimes they revisit the past and correct the issue. These are a template for helping a strong psychic powered being whose mind has created a demiplane to deal with something overwhelming. This doesn't have to be horror related. There are many instances of wizards who get lost in their own mental constructs or trap others. Perhaps the only way the party can help in a contest between mind flayers and cosmic dolphins is to enter a dream demiplane at the behest of a space druid.

The most important concept to maintain when veering off into creative settings is how does this advance the story of the party members? Are they a druid/ranger based party that wants to help the space dolphins, or are they a grim Githyanki warband that realizes it can cripple an elder brain by entering the dreamworld? The DM is not limited in the scope of the world, but the players are. In any story that tells the ascent of a great hero, the character's purpose is always challenged. Determine the purpose of the party and then build the amazing scenes for them to act out in.

#dungeon master #spelljammer

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20. “I’m waiting.”

22. “Mine.”

26. “Come here.”

notes; sugar-daddy!woozi, sugar-baby!reader, dom!woozi, exhibitionism, he literally fucks you in front of people, dirty talk, degradation/humiliation kink, name-calling, slapping(with his rings on eeee), spit kink, panty stuffing, daddy!kink! 🥵 HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY LOVE 💕💕💕💕 I know I fucked it up, that’s unfortunately what I do best 😩 But I’ve tried to make it up to y’all okay? hehe and to the anon who asked for a drabble with his rings... dis for u baby 😉💕 I, too, love when he wears any type of jewelry - especially the fake piercings 😩💕 This one is a bit of a longer one(its literally 2k words 😞💕 sowwee) so buckle in! Thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

EDIT: it’s also my 2k post! 🥺✨💕 thank you to all of my followers and those of you who read my fics! Thank you for sticking it out with me and enjoying my content! It means so much to me 😭💕

*queued post.

You meet Jihoon through a friend.

‘He’s nice,’ Jeonghan says - smirking as he’d brought the glass of whiskey to his lips, ‘He’s more… your speed. I know how hard it is for you to find someone who can satisfy you and I trust him. I think the two of you would work together well.’

And at first, you’d been hesitant as you eyed the crisp, typed up contract agreement that Jihoon had made; his voice calming yet stern as he’d gone over your terms and conditions when you agreed to be his sugar baby.

He only had two rules; simple and to the point as you signed the document and passed it back towards him.

1. If the door to my office is locked, I’m working. Absolutely no disturbances.

2. All expenses will be paid by me, Lee Jihoon, therefore no alternate sources are allowed. If you need any form of money, ask me before resorting to anything or anyone else. You will be paid for your time and given allowance.

The rules had been easy to follow.

He let you stay in his penthouse as long as you wanted and gave you unlimited access to his bank accounts, so long as you didn’t buy anything completely unnecessary.

You came with him on his business trips to keep him company and he’d double your allowance if you had to go to multiple countries in one trip - something you never asked for but appreciated that he compensated you for.

And true to Jeonghan’s words, Jihoon was very much on the same page as you in terms of what went on in the bedroom; something that you valued more than the money.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

You nod shakily, inner thighs slicked with wetness as Jihoon guided you through the hallways of the BDSM dungeon.

“I’m very thankful you wanted to do this for my birthday tonight, sweetheart~” Jihoon turns around to smile at you - licking his lips as he watches you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

He’d asked you a month before and even went so far as to have you sign a contract agreeing to the terms for the special birthday event he planned for himself.

“You know I deposited an extra $15,000 into your bank account, right?”

“Y-yes, daddy. Thank you~”

You jog up a little to press yourself into Jihoon’s back, wrapping your arms around his midsection as he chuckles and grips your hands with his own that are cold with the multitude of rings he had on.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart, daddy will take good care of you.”

And Jihoon does, because as soon as you cross the threshold of the large mirror paneled room, you know you’re not alone anymore.

“Remember your safeword, sweetheart?”

“M--mmhmm… it’s--it’s violet…”

Jihoon hums from behind you as you stand in front of the bed, not wasting a second before he’s pushing you and watching as you fall forward onto the bed.

“Good, now let’s get started.”

Your body feels hot all over as you stay positioned on your hands and knees - eyes darting all over the room as Jihoon walks around you in circles.

The bed was centered in the middle of the room while two way mirrors covered every inch of the walls and you could see the silhouette of people behind the panels as Jihoon chuckled; his hand cupping your chin as he forces your head up.

“All of daddy’s friends are here to watch the way I ruin you, sweetheart. They wanna see how good you are at being daddy’s good little fuck toy~”

You feel a rush of wetness soak into your panties at his words and not a second later do you hear the static of the intercom going off as a voice starts to speak.

‘I’m waiting~’ A familiar voice sing-songs, ‘Or should I say, we’re waiting? I wanna see how good you fuck her, Jihoon~ I always knew she was a little nymphomaniac but I’m excited to finally see it~’

Your brows furrow at the voice that sounds exactly like Jeonghan and you can’t hold back the shaky breath when the next person sounds just like Jihoon’s other business partner, Wonwoo.

‘I know it’s your birthday but don’t make us wait too long, okay?’ He chuckles before it’s back to silence.

Except Jihoon also can’t wait any longer as he caresses your cheek; the rings on his finger making you shiver from the slight chill of the metal.

“They’re just as impatient as I am, sweetheart~ Ah, I shouldn’t have built it up so much, huh? I’ve been thinking about it every single day since you signed the contract~”

He smiles down at you; eyes forming crescents just as he draws his hand back slightly - his palm meeting your cheek in a soft slap as you moan and let your head roll to the side.

“Bet that cunt of yours is soaking right through your panties, huh? I could slide my cock in right now, couldn’t I, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, daddy… P-please… I--I need your cock s-so bad.... M-my pussy is s-so…” You whimper as you try to rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the tension in your body; the wetness only making you moan louder.

“So what, sweetheart? Desperate to be fucked in front of daddy’s friends?”

“Y-yes…”

He slaps your face one more time; the metal rings clinking as your head whips to the other side.

“Mine. So pretty and all mine, sweetheart~ Thank you for giving me such a good birthday present~”

“A-anything for, ah, d-daddy…”

“Good, then open your mouth for me and then I’ll give you what you want.”

You peer up at Jihoon, eyes filled with lust as you part your lips and stick out your tongue.

He leans over you, fingertips gripping your chin and holding you steady before he lets a glob of his own saliva hit the bed of your tongue; smirking when you shiver and draw your tongue back into your mouth to swallow it down.

“Good girl.”

Jihoon lets go of your face, this time pushing your shoulder until your side is hitting the bed; soft moans on your lips as you ease onto your back with your legs spread wide.

‘Her panties are so wet, Jihoon~ You’ve got her all riled up and you’ve barely done anything to her~’ Another voice comments teasingly; this one sounding much like his assistant, Soonyoung.

He rounds the bed again, this time easing onto it and situating himself between your spread legs as he hums in appreciation.

“Come here~” He teases - his hands wrapping around your thighs as he tugs you towards himself until he’s almost pressed right up against you. “You really are soaking through your ‘lil panties, huh, slut?”

“D--daddy, p-please… You, ngh, a-already teased me s-so much… I--I can’t...” You cry; head thrashing against the silk sheets as Jihoon laughs.

“Isn’t it my birthday? I deserve to play a little too, don’t I?”

He lets go of your thighs to undo his pants and he shimmies them down along with his boxer briefs - his thick cock curving up against his abdomen as you let out a shaky whimper in return.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy will give you what you want~”

You feel the shaft of his cock press snugly against your clothed folds - whining and whimpering as he slowly starts to grind against you. The thickness makes your mouth water as he repeats this motion a few times; your mind going a mile a minute imagining his cock already up to the base inside your pussy.

“You’re so wet, I can feel you soaking my cock, sweetheart… Is it making you feel good knowing all of daddy’s friends are watching? You just want them all to see how much of a ‘lil cockwhore you are, huh?”

Nodding feverishly, you’re about to retort when you feel the head of Jihoon’s cock nudging at your entrance - thighs trembling when you feel him start to push your panties inside your cunt.

“O-oh… God, d-daddy…!”

He thrusts into you shallowly - the action feeling good but not as satisfying as it’d been if he’d fucked you without the soaked fabric in the way.

But Jihoon knows this and chooses to prolong your teasing as he chuckles under his breath and only thrusts enough for only half of his cock to be inside of your aching cunt.

‘She’s such a good little cockslut, isn’t she? Look at her face, she feels so good when you’re fucking her panties into her filthy ‘lil hole. Anything to get your cock inside of her, huh?’ Another voice chips in as your brows furrow - He’d even invited Mingyu; someone he butted heads with often in business meetings.

“Oh I know, I can feel her squeezing my cock~ I know she wants more but we have all night~ I wanna see her pretty ‘lil legs shaking when she gets up from this bed~”

His rings clink on his fingers as he gently readjusts your body, spreading your legs out further as you whine and shake your hips.

“D--daddy, I--it’s not, mmnh, e-enough… I--I want to f-feel, a-ah, your c-cock fucking m-me all the way…” You bottom lip quivers as the lust takes over your body fully and Jihoon finally gives in when he sees the frustrated tears welling up in your eyes.

He did, after all, have a soft spot for you - even if he didn’t always express it.

So he draws his hips back, pulling out all the way before he’s expertly ripping your panties off of your body and repositioning his cock at your entrance in one swift motion.

“Daddy will give you what you want all night long~ And daddy’s friends are going to watch you take it all night long too, right? They’ll see how much of a slut you are for daddy’s cock~ And how your pretty ‘lil cunt takes everything I give to it.”

He easily sinks his cock back into your entrance - meeting no resistance as bottoms out and starts a quick pace from the beginning.

Your back arches off of the bed as you cry out; your walls fluttering around his cock as you cum from the fullness you feel. “D--daddy…! Daddy!”

‘She’s already cumming? So pathetic~ Couldn’t even stop herself~’

‘Look at the way his cock stretches her pussy out~ She can barely take all of him~’

‘Hope she gets used to it because it doesn’t look like Jihoon is going to be stopping anytime soon~ Let’s hope her sensitive body can take it all~’

‘She’s only had a few seconds of his cock inside of her pussy and she’s cumming so easily? How many times can she cum tonight, I wonder?’

Your ears are ringing as you ride out your orgasm and their words and laughter are muffled as the pleasure washes over your body - but from what you do hear, you can’t help but become more aroused as they talk about you and Jihoon.

“She’s squeezing my cock so much… She must like the way you guys talk about me fucking her cute ‘lil hole~”

‘Mm, she likes being watched, huh? Likes being treated like a good, obedient fuck toy in front of her daddy’s friends while they talk about her desperate ‘lil cunt~ Do you think she’d let us cum on her face too? Hmm? Give her a little extra for being so good and so fuckin’ easy?’ Wonwoo drawls.

Jihoon laughs cruelly as he pounds your cunt; the head of his cock grazing your cervix as your thighs shake and pleasured tears start to stream down the sides of your face.

“Do you want that, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes…! Fuck, ngh, fuck me more, d-daddy! Please!”

Jihoon feels his cock throbbing inside of your pussy at the obvious desperation in your voice - lips easing into a sultry smirk as he watches your chest rise and fall in hurried breaths and clipped whines.

It would be a long night and Jihoon would be making sure of it.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. I will.”

#woozi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #woozi fic #woozi #lee jihoon

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lepusrufus · 3 years

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Double edged scalpel ch. 7

Ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 ch.6

Summary: in which Cassandra gets bullied and other sappy shenanigans

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"Oh Nicole dear, so happy to see you again!" Duke's voice was cheerful as ever, tone masterfully crafted over years of being a businessman.

Nicole, taking small steps inside the ornate and now full of items room, greeted him with uncharacteristic giddiness.

"Duke! How's business?"

"Same as always, I'll be heading to Beneviento later tonight to deliver some tools for her," he took a long drag of his cigar and, noticing green eyes scanning over multiple items and said, "I also have your order."

With a childish grin on her face, she approached him, hands shuffling inside the small bag attached to her belt that all staff members had. She pulled out the money owed for her package and, in return, the Duke placed a decently sized box in her arms. With an oof she shifted it in a less precarious position, it's heavy contents seeming to plot against her small frame.

"Unfortunately I can't stay, duty calls. But thank you Duke."

"No worries, I do understand that your employers can be quite," he took another drag of his cigar, looking for the right word. "...demanding"

Nicole chuckled. That was one way to put it.

"Well until next time dear. Or if you find yourself in need of something else, I'll be here until six."

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She was only wearing a long white towel when she heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was another maid, or even Anita inquiring about whether or not she'd be joining the rest of them for dinner, she opened the door just a crack.

It was a surprise to see none other than Cassandra standing there, her elegant frame in odd contrast with the modest corridor. She flung the door open, letting the brunette inside and took a quick glance down the hall, making sure no maid was on the floor after fainting due to fright.

"What are you doing here?"

"Aw, are you not happy to see me?" She was pouting, but her tone was joking.

Nicole rolled her eyes, but the small smile on her lips betrayed that she was indeed happy to see her. Cassandra only laughed instead, a beautiful melodious laugh, so unlike the dark cackles heard by prisoners down in the dungeons.

"Just sit down, I need to get dressed," Nicole pointed to the bed before moving to the small dresser and pulling out a clean uniform.

Cassandra went to sit on the slightly disheveled bed, eyes following the redhead's form as she let the towel drop to her feet and started to put on the various layers of her uniform. Then golden eyes darted to the box sitting on the bed. The tape sealing it had been cut not long after Nicole brought it back to her room to make sure all its contents made it safely. Not that she didn't trust the Duke, but postal service was postal service.

"What's this?" Cassandra inquired, trying to read the label but having no success as it had been scribbled over with a marker.

Nicole stilled for a moment, hands frozen on her white button up. She cleared her throat and shyly admitted:

"Actually that's for you. Do open it if you want."

Cassandra's eyes widened, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. The gesture had really caught her off guard. She gingerly lifted the lid, inspecting it's contents for a moment and then hummed.

"And here I was thinking you like my hair. With how much you love to pull on it and all that."

Nicole, now fully clothed and sporting a deep blush, marched to her and plucked the two boxes of red hair dye from gloved hands. She placed them on her nightstand and, with her voice just slightly more high pitched, she turned to the brunette.

"Those are mine, I meant the rest of it." And, after a chuckle, "I mean have you seen my roots? They're horrible!"

Cassandra only gave her a deadpan look and, after a long moment, said: "I think your hair is beautiful."

She didn't wait for a reply, not that it would be anything more than a stammered mumble of course. Instead she chuckled and returned her attention to the box. She examined the rest of its contents and then gingerly lifted one of the few tomes inside. The cover was glossy and malleable, it's pages shiny and with a distinct typography smell to it. It was so unlike her other books, it's pristine white state making it feel extremely out of place in the castle. She glanced at Nicole inquisitively.

"I do appreciate the gift, don't misunderstand me, but surely you know there's a small bookshop's worth of medical books in this castle."

"With all due respect, from what I've seen most of them are at least somewhat outdated. Interesting, yes, but I thought you'd like to learn something more...modern." Then she pulled out another book. "This is the same one I used while studying forensic pathology. It would make teaching you some things easier. Uh… assuming you want that."

Nicole averted her gaze, suddenly unsure of the usefulness of her gift. Cassandra however grabbed her chin between two fingers and pulled her gaze back on her. She smiled, finding the shy demeanor beyond endearing.

"I'd love that."

A small smile appeared on thin lips and Nicole leaned in to kiss Cassandra. It was soft and short, but no less intimate than the deep kisses they shared so many times in Cassandra's bed.

They had to go anyway.

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Let's go to the library, Cassandra said. It'll be empty, she said.

When Cassandra swung open the intricate door, only to find the other two sisters lounging on one of the couches, it's not like they could do a one eighty and leave the room. That would've been both impolite and highly suspicious.

Instead, Cassandra grabbed her arm protectively and led them to the reading spot farthest from the other two. They placed one of the textbooks on the small desk and Cassandra took out a notebook. This would've been a lot more fruitful with an actual body on hand, but there were still a couple days until the human flesh supply had to be replenished and Cassandra was beyond eager to start on some things. So, for now, they had to settle for theory alone.

It took all of five minutes for the other two sisters to make their way to their desk. Daniela had a giddy yet curious expression on her face, while Bela seemed as unreadable as ever, if not for a glint in her eyes that betrayed her interest.

"Whatcha dooooing?" Came Daniela's voice, who cocked her head not unlike a curious puppy would while looking at the book's contents.

"Working," Cassandra replied, a slight growl accompanying her words.

"Could've fooled me," Bela spoke from behind the youngest sister, eyeing the hand protectively placed on Nicole's waist.

Cassandra snapped her eyes at the blonde, looking ready to throw her notebook at her head but Bela ignored her sister's ire and addressed Nicole instead.

"What are you studying?"

"I uh- just some basic anatomy concepts. Thought it would be a good idea to start with the things that the older books in the castle don't cover."

Bela only hummed, grabbed an ornate chair nearby, and plopped herself at the desk, opposite from the pair. Daniela mimicked her sister, but instead chose to sit down right by Nicole on the small couch. It took more willpower than she would admit not to glue herself to Cassandra's side when Daniela's face came uncomfortably close so she could look over the book's diagrams. She stood still as a statue though. After a couple seconds of silence and Nicole trying to figure out what she was supposed to do, Daniela drew her head back, looking at her with what was possibly the most serious expression she had seen on the youngest sister.

"You do realize we're not going to hurt you right? How could we lay a finger on our dear sister's lover hmm?"

Nicole's breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure if it was due to the word used to describe her or how Daniela apparently knew that she was utterly terrified of her. Cassandra sighed beside her and, seeming to at least partially read Nicole's thoughts, clarified:

"Your heartbeat."

Oh. Yeah. Yeah her heart was beating a million miles an hour. And apparently the other three vampiric occupants of the room were able to hear it loud and clear. It did very little to ease her mind.

"Please do calm down, it feels like someone is having drumming lessons. Bad ones," Bela complained, head resting in one of her hands like she was already bored.

"Then shove a sock in your ears," Cassandra snapped.

Bela simply leaned back in her seat and stretched her arms above her head. "And risk not hearing my beloved sisters sing along to some pop song?"

Cassandra shut her mouth, a blush now slowly spreading across her cheeks while Daniela burst out into laughter. Even Nicole couldn't help betraying the brunette and letting out a giggle.

"I didn't know you could sing."

"I can't."

"Au contraire dear Cassie! Should I remind you of the last time Dragostea din tei came on the radio? The pathos!" Daniela reached over Nicole's lap to lightly shake her sister's knee through her giggles.

Cassandra only let out a long groan, face now hidden in her palms. "I hate you both."

"Mhm, we love you too," came Bela's reply, accompanied by a chuckle.

Nicole couldn't keep a small laugh while she snaked her arm behind the brunette to show some form of support against the merciless assailants. Maybe not a complete betrayal.

The scene really had something deep within her heart aching beautifully. It reminded her of the countless times she and Alex would mercilessly tease each other, but still have each other's backs through thick and thin. And for this familiarity to come from people that any sane person would consider bloodthirsty monsters? Hell, maybe they should start considering her a monster too, for the only word she could use to describe them in that moment was endearing.

"So," Bela lightly clapped her gloved hands. "Now that your pulse isn't giving me a headache anymore, what are we doing?"

She had a confident smirk on her face, but her eyes betrayed curiosity. Same for Daniela and, although mixed with a hint of annoyance, Cassandra. She opened the book in front of her, one of general human anatomy, and decided that the digestive system would be a good enough starting point.

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Their little impromptu lesson didn't last more than two hours. Two hours that proved to Nicole just how oddly human all three sisters can be. Of course she had gotten familiar with Cassandra, intimately so, but the other two still felt like two looming monsters hiding in the shadows. At least up until now.

Bela seemed oddly intrigued by Nicole's explanation, although unlike Cassandra, she seemed to view it more like a story than anything. Daniela seemed slightly more interested, asking questions here and there and even starting to giggle like a middle schooler when they got to the rectum section. That got an eye roll from the other two. Nicole just laughed, finally understanding Mrs Hawkins, her private biology teacher from before she was allowed to step foot in any public school.

After they were done, Bela simply stood up and bid them good night. Danila instead excitedly proposed the skeletal system for next time and picked up the books she abandoned earlier. Then, with a small tower of tomes she went through a door tucked at the very back of the room. Her study, Cassandra had pointed out as they made their way out of the library.

"I didn't know your sisters were interested in medicine too." Nicole kept her voice low, almost as if talking too loudly would disturb the shadowy hallways.

"More or less. Daniela likes it and has a bit of hands-on practice but she has her nose in romance novels more often than not. Bela finds it interesting but botany is what she really loves. That and classic lit." She added the last part with a grimace and Nicole had to wonder which author had offended her personally.

Before she could continue that train of thought though, her gaze moved to the windows, the cloudless sky beyond thick glass panels full of twinkling stars. Her mind kept going back to a few hours earlier and at what Daniela had said. Lover. Did Cassandra truly see her as one or was the youngest sister just being her over the top self. Did she see Cassandra this way? Nicole had not allowed herself to dwell on that up until now, the idea that the brunette saw her as more than an over glorified lab partner with whom she occasionally scratched an itch seemed almost laughable. But the small gestures of affection shown in ways Cassandra seemed to know best were undeniably there. And the familiar flutter in her chest at each of said gestures was also undeniably there.

"What's wrong?"

Cassandra's voice, accompanied by the slight echo through the empty hallway, snapped Nicole out of her thoughts.

"Oh um- nothing." She sounded as convincing as someone trying to sell you a fork while showing you a spoon.

And Cassandra didn't seem to buy it. She moved in front of the redhead, walking backwards with no concern over possible furniture to collide into along the way.

"You always get this… face when something's bothering you."

"I do not-" the indignation in her tone was weak, little more than an attempt to change the subject.

"Mhmm you do. You normally look focused. Kind of like, if someone tried to scare you by throwing an eyeball at you, you'd laugh." She would. "Now? Now you look like a rabbit that has no time to run and is just laying low hoping whatever's hunting it passes by."

Nicole shut up for a moment, only looking at the brunette in front of her incredulously. Maybe she was far more attentive than she gave her credit for.

"Uh. Just thinking." At a raised dark eyebrow, the no shit went unsaid, so Nicole tried to elaborate. "About earlier. When we were with your sisters and Daniela uh- Daniela called me your lover."

Saying that the words felt awkward on her tongue was close to the year's biggest understatement. It felt like pulling out teeth would be an easier task. Nicole had never been good with her words, having learned since childhood to keep her mouth shut. But the fact that Cassandra seemed to share her struggle brought some semblance of comfort.

"And?" As if they were talking about the weather.

"And… was she right in describing me as such?"

She couldn't help a small gulp when the brunette stopped walking, looking at her with a frown. Any sane person would be at the very least somewhat afraid in this situation. Sanity however was scarce these days as Nicole was afraid, though not of the bodily harm that may come from her inquiry, but rather of Cassandra's answer.

"Nicole, your tongue has been in my mouth." Amongst many other places.

The redhead's cheeks turned a slight shade of crimson and she mumbled for an answer. She wasn't sure how to tell her that sleeping together did not automatically make them lovers. But then again, Cassandra's thoughts remained a mystery more than anything.

Thankfully the brunette took the metaphorical reins of the conversation and stepped forward. She wrapped her hands around Nicole's arms, gentler than one would imagine possible from her, and bent down to whisper no more than an inch away from her ear.

"I'll have you know, I'm not particularly fond of letting anyone I don't deem important touch me. Especially not the way you do."

The words made something flutter in Nicole's chest, an unfamiliar and comforting warmth. Said warmth got chipped away at the slightest bit when Cassandra pulled back to look her in the eyes.

"Should I take it that it's not mutual then?" Cassandra's tone was nonchalant, almost as if she didn't truly care about the answer. She could keep doing whatever she wanted either way, afterall who was going to stop her? But to someone who got familiar with all her small quirks and habits, the waver in her voice was more than clear.

"No." The world slipped from her lips with no hesitation.

No hesitation, because the more she thought about it, and she didn't need to think a lot mind you, the more Nicole realized that she couldn't remember a time when she felt the way she did here. Sure the initial threat of death looming over her head was anything but pleasant, but once that melted into affection and nights spent in Cassandra's arms the thought of leaving didn't as much as graze her mind.

"No, no. It is," she repeated, more certainty making its way into her tone.

At that Cassandra smiled. A small, almost shy one would say if they knew her well enough, smile. Her shoulders seemed to lose some of their tension when she leaned down again, her lips stopping not even an inch away. Nicole wasted no time leaning forward, their mouths meeting in a kiss that mixed softness and need beautifully. Their lips slid against each other until, surprisingly, it was Cassandra to pull back and sigh.

"Come sleep, we have some cutting up to do in the morning."

Nicole frowned. "Tomorrow? Wasn't that supposed to be due in a few days?"

A devilish grin appeared on black lips, fangs shimmering ominously in the low light. "Bela caught a foolish man-thing sneaking around the forest on the castle grounds. She's really excited to turn this one into a nice steak."

The redhead only let out an oh in acknowledgement. Foolish indeed. At least they could finally put into practice a few autopsy tricks Nicole had been itching to show her.

She let herself be guided back to Cassandra's chambers and into her bed, that she had grown intimately familiar with. The last thing she felt before falling asleep was the brunette's cool skin, pressed against her own. A welcomed comfort among the myriad of soft pillows that surrounded them. Nicole wondered briefly if being undead meant it was hard to keep yourself warm, but the thought quickly slipped away as she fell into a dreamless sleep.

#cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #unhinged maiden™ my beloved #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #double edged scalpel #fanfic #the dimitrescu daughters

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bokettochild · 3 years

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For the fluff prompt thing, how about Time and Hyrule? Maybe something with fairies? Thanks!

I did some Fairy Hyrule for you, Anon!

Sorry I didn't get this done sooner, I've been busier than I expected since I opened up asks. I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!

Time is safe.

When first he’d met all the other heroes, Hyrule had felt wary and uncertain. After all, it’s only in the castle and Mama’s cave that he’s ever known safety, and strangers are nearly always bad news if they’re being friendly with him.

And these strangers were very friendly.

Most of them had greeted him with smiles when he’d been dropped into their camp, their explanation being that a goddess of some kind wanted him to help them with something. Hyrule had never heard much about any goddesses, although he’d seen a statue or two in his travels, but most of the other people here seemed to know what was up, and they were only too eager to tell him.

And by too eager, he meant too eager. They were entirely too friendly with a stranger, and only two of them seemed interested in giving him his space: the one with the pink stripe in his hair and the one with lots of armor. He learns their names first: Legend and Time.

Legend is just as wary of him as he is of Legend, but Time... Time stares after him blankly, unreadable. Even so, the exotic taste of curiosity rolls across his tongue as a single royal blue orb stares at him, heavy and yet weightless.

Time is warm. Warm in a way that Hylians don’t know, that only the forest people and animals know. He is Safe, he is Comfort, and he is Known. Hyrule doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t know what makes the older hero so, but he finds that he is drawn to the man’s side, that he leeches comfort from him.

“Again?” The vet’s violet gaze is flat, but Time can see the warmth in it regardless.

During the night, Hyrule has become wrapped around Time as tightly as a limpet, and as the Vet stands over the two of them, looking down at where Time attempts to free himself from Hyrule’s grasp, he chuckles softly.

“Kid has an iron grip.” Time offers apologetically as he falls back on his bedroll, Hyrule’s sleeping form still clinging to him. “Sorry, legend, I don’t think I can take over watch as planned.”

The vet smirks. “Yeah, no. Rest, Old Man, he’s not letting you go until morning when he turns fairy pink when he wakes up.”

And Legend’s right, when Hyrule wakes up the next morning that is exactly what he does when Warriors starts teasing him, and while Time reassures the youngster that he doesn’t mind all that much, Hyrule looks utterly mortified.

“I don’t do that, not normally. It’s not safe to sleep close to other people.” The traveler whispers to legend on the road that day.

His mentor glances over at him knowingly. “Only people you don’t trust. Hasn’t Time earned your trust yet?”

“Has he earned yours?” Bushy brows pull together as Hyrule looks down at his friend.

Legend snorts a laugh, shoving his hands in his pockets absently. “Of course not, but I don’t really trust most folks, not about myself anyways. But you? You’re my successor, and if there’s one person I’d trust to look out for you if I couldn’t, it’d be the guy in a giant suit of armor who wields a sword that’s bigger than me. Least ways, he’s the least likely to get you killed.”

And Hyrule Knows, knows with a capitol ‘k’, that that means one thing in short: Legend trusts Time and Hyrule both, and he trusts both of them to take care of each other. That’s all he needs. Legend isn’t called the vet for nothing after all, and from what the two of them have seen, their worlds are the worst off and most dangerous, so if they both agree that Time is someone to be trusted, then he’s safe.

A whispering voice in his mind tells him he knew that already.

He’s woken up clinging to Time so many times in the morning, even if he wasn’t anywhere near the man when he fell asleep, that he’s given up trying to avoid it. Time seems to appreciate the warmth and contact as much as he does anyways, and the man always looks lighter in the mornings.

Hyrule wishes he was there now, curled up under Time’s arm and resting his head against the older man’s chest, breath coming deep and soft as sleep slowly seeps its way across his body. He wishes he was back in camp, holding on tight to someone and leaching heat off of them with a contented sigh. He wishes he could free his wings and rest against Time’s side while drinking sugar water and listening to the melodic hum of Time’s voice.

But he isn’t there. He isn’t with Time or the others. He’s stranded in Legend’s Hyrule, hiding out in the entrance to a dungeon with Four curled close to his side, the both of the shaking in the cold and wet as rain seeps down through the dungeon door to puddle at their feet.

It’s cold, and wet, and dark.

But at least the monsters can’t find them.

It’d been the work of mere minutes to defeat all the monsters in the room, and while they have a key and tool to pass on through the dungeon, that’s not their intent; the two small heroes just want a place out of sight and out of the rain while they figure out what to do.

Four sneezes.

“Did any of the others mention a camping spot?” Hyrule muses aloud, leaning back against the cold stone walls that line the room and trying to ignore the running of his own nose, or the puffiness of his face.

“Kakariko.” Four sniffles, rubbing his face and arms and fingers in an effort to warm up. “They said it was a couple hours yet though.”

Great. They’d fallen to the back of the group when Four had seen two minish trying to help one of their wounded friends over to a burrow. Naturally, Four had offered them help, and Hyrule had trailed along so Four wouldn’t be alone.

The minish village was only a quick dart away from the path, but by the time they had got back, they had found that the others had moved on and a couple ‘blins stood on the path instead. It took a bit of effort to kill the monsters, but once they were done and continued along the path, one thing after another had gone wrong, and they’d been left here; cold, alone, and with no way to hunt down the others in the sopping wet of the storm outside.

Four sneezed again.

“We need to find them.” Hyrule whispers softly, even though in the big room he knows that Four will hear it too. He doesn’t care. He’s cold and tired and his feet hurt from being cold and standing on stone floors for so long, and he really wants to be warm and safe again.

“We can’t.” Four sniffles softly, brows drawn in irritation as he wipes his nose for the nth time. “They didn’t leave a trail we can follow, and besides, they’re probably already looking for us, it’s been a few hours.”

“How will they find us if we’re in here though?”

“We churned up actual mountains of dirt to get in here when that Like-Like chased us down, they’ll notice.”

A smile flits across his face, even in their predicament, he can’t resist a light jab at his brother. “Were they actually mountains though? Or did they just look like it?”

Bright blue shimmers up at him. “I will come for your ankles if you say that again.”

Hyrule’s grin grows, and he’s about to respond, about to tell Four that of course it’s his ankles, the shorter hero can’t reach anything else, but then something brushes his senses. Something Safe, and Warm and Known.

“Time.”

“We haven’t even started fighting yet.” Four cocks a brow.

“No, Time’s coming.” Hyrule’s feet carry him to the door, steps light and head cocked on one side as if he was listening.

He’s not sure how he knows, how he feels it, but he does. Time is close, he’s getting closer every minute and-

Hyrule throws the door open and rockets into the warmth and safety that is Time’s arms, sighing in contentment as something within purrs happily at the closeness of the older man. Time is Safe. Time is Warm and Time is Known.

Warriors’ Hyrule is big.

The towns are bigger than anything Hyrule’s ever seen, even Hyrule Castle itself, and don’t get him started on the cities!

Hyrule felt very small standing in the market of Castletown.

People bustled to and fro, baskets on their arms, carts at hand, children and animals trailing behind and dust dirt and NOISE following them. It was really getting to be too much, and Hyrule was going to wear out the hem of his tunic in no time with the way he was rubbing at it.

Wars led the way through the town confidently, stopping to greet people and make exchanges as the rest of them followed after. Hyrule really wished Wars had agreed to take the non-suffocating and anxiety triggering path to Hyrule Castle, but he hadn’t said as much and Wars had already said they needed supplies.

It would be fine; he could hold out a bit longer. He couldn’t.

The others followed Warriors’ lead, Sky keeping holf of Legend and Four both while Wind kept close to Wild. It was important they didn’t let the smaller members of their party be caught up in the crowd, but some of them looked torn between hating being watched like kids, and taking comfort in the security of it all.

Oh man, Hyrule would love nothing more than to switch places with them. Sky was always warm and safe, even if he was mighty trusting, and Twilight’s big hands always enveloped everyone else's so that they felt secure in knowing they wouldn’t be pulled away.

Delicate fingers unconsciously reached out and caught hold of the hand beside them.

Time started at the contact, gaze traveling quickly down to where Hyrule’s small hand had caught hold of his own, broken nails and calloused finger pads clutching tightly against his own weathered skin. The traveler hung close, tucked in on himself and shying away for contact with strangers.

The image of a small boy dressed in green trying to weave through a bustling town, his fairy hidden in his hat so she wouldn’t be lost as he was jostled and knocked into by strangers and possible enemies and people who stared and watched and bumped.

Time clasped the hand in his a bit firmer, watching with satisfaction as Hyrule’s shoulders relaxed slightly.

Warm. Safe. Known.

Time gasped awake, eyes flying wide open as harsh breaths surged through his lungs to catch in his throat and make him gasp for air. He didn’t know at what point he’d sat up, didn’t know when he’d turned his gaze over to survey their camp, blue eyes trailing over sleeping forms and mind frantically counting the young heroes around him.

Wind curled up on top of Wars.

Two.

Four nestled between Twilight and Wild (a good place, they both slept hot).

Five.

Hyrule curled up next to Legend’s empty bedroll, Sky just a few feet away, lost in the folds of his sail-cloth.

Seven.

Legend, sitting with his back to the flames as he watched Time, sword bare across his equally bare knees.

Eight.

“You okay, old man?” The vet raised one brow, expression almost judgemental if you didn’t know him, eyes lidded and scowl set.

Time didn’t answer. Shivers wracked his frame, cloudiness refusing to leave his mind as his thoughts and emotions swirled within.

Safe. Home. Safe. Home.

He wanted to be safe. He wanted to be home. He wanted to blink awake in his own treehouse with Navi scolding him for sleeping in, and then run down to the fields to play with Malon and Epona.

He wanted Navi to pinch his ear and tell him that he should have known better than to sleep without a blanket.

He wants Navi to curls up in his hair and Sing.

Time doesn’t process what he’s doing, but Legend watches in surprise as the man grips ahold of his blanket and softly creeps over to the others. Legend’s empty bedroll is as cold and firm as a rock, but Time doesn’t seem to even notice that it’s there, curling up around Hyrule with a sigh that says he’s not entirely awake.

Soft lights shimmer over the pair as Time drifts off again, the creases of his brow smoothing as the warm and constant buzz of Hyrule’s soft snores washes over him.

Legend sighs, stretching his legs and looking up at the sky.

He’ll just sleep on Time’s bedroll tonight he supposes.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu time #lu hyrule #lu four #lu legend #fluffics #one shot request #requests #fic requests

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Yuma Maniac [09]

ー The scene starts in the dungeon

Yuma: ...Nn...

( ...Where am I? It looks like...a prison cell... )

Fuck! Mertz set us up after all! I bet that bastard snuck somethin’ in our food...!

Right! Where is Yui...!?

( ...She’s not here...Did they take her somewhere else? )

Damnit! Now isn’t the time to sit still. I gotta get outta here and look for Yui...!

ー Shin walks up to the cell

Shin: Haha! You honestly look like a gorilla in its cage right now!

Yuma: Shin...!!

Yuma: I see. So ya were workin’ together with that Mertz guy, huh...?

Oi, where did ya take Yui!? Ya brought her here together with me, didn’t ya!?

Shin: She’s with Nii-san.

Yuma: Nii-san? Are ya talkin’ ‘bout Carla?

Shin: Excuse me? I’d appreciate it if a gorilla like yourself wouldn’t just casually say Nii-san’s name like that. It’s very upsetting.

Yuma: What didya just say!?

*THUD*

Shin: Wow...What a brute you are. I’m honestly starting to pity that woman for having to submit to a guy like you.

Yuma: That’s not the case...!

Shin: Then what? Are you trying to say she’s your girlfriend instead?

Hehe, let me teach you something nice then.

Yuma: What...?

Shin: I’m pretty sure that as we’re speaking...Nii-san is making that woman his.

I’m sure he’ll treat her so much nicer than you ever could, so she’ll completely surrender to him in no time, don’t you think?

Both her body, and her heart, that is.

Yuma: Wha...!?

Shin: Haha! Your current expression is priceless! Like you’ve hit rock bottom?

However...This isn’t the end yet.. I still have to ‘return’ the favor you did me the other day.

Because of you, I fell in disgrace with Nii-san. All because you ran away with that woman...

Nii-san told me to get rid of you, but I’ll keep you alive just a little longer.

I’ll take my sweet time, slowly torturing you to death.

Yuma: Tsk...I stay quiet for two seconds and ya go runnin’ yer mouth like that...!!

*THUD*

Yuma: Ya little...! ...!

*THUD*

Shin: Oh dear, you’re bleeding, see? Maybe it’s time to stop?

Yuma: Shut up!!

Shin: That’s what I get for trying to be kind, huh...?

Oh well, whatever. Just wait there in frustration. As that woman slowly falls in Nii-san’s hands.

Yuma: ...Fuck..!!

*THUD*

ー The scene shifts to one of the bedrooms

Yui: ...Uu...

*Rustle*

Yui: Huh...Where...?

( It seems like a manor but who does it belong to...? Also, who put me in bed? )

( If I recall correctly, Mertz-san was showing us the way, right? )

( Then midway through, I was suddenly hit by an intense dizzy spell... )

Right, where is Yuma-kun...!?

*Rustle*

Yui: ...He’s not here...Why...? We should have been together though...

( Not only do I have no idea where I am, but Yuma-kun isn’t even with me either. How on earth did this happen? )

( Anyway, I gotta look for Yuma-kun... )

ー She walks towards the door

*Clunk*

Yui: Eh? ...The door is locked...

*Clunk clunk*

Yui: ( No way...It won’t open...Have I been locked in? )

Right, the window...!

ー Yui runs over to the window

*Clink*

Yui: ( Thank god, the window is open...! )

( But it’s too high...I doubt I’ll be able to get out from here... )

ー Carla enters the room

Carla: ...What is the plan?

Yui: ...!!

Carla-san...

Are you perhaps the one who brought me here...?

Carla: If I am, what will you do?

ー Carla approaches her

Yui: ...Stay away! If you take one step closer, I’ll jump out of the window!

Carla: It is not my intention to kill you. No need to be so alert.

Yui: I can’t trust you on your word.

...More importantly, answer my question.

Selection

→ Where is Mertz-san?

Yui: Where is Mertz-san?

Carla: Why would you care about the man who lured you straight into a trap?

Yui: ...Then, the person who put me to sleep...?

Carla: Exactly. It was Mertz. He brought you here upon my order.

Yui: ( Yuma-kun was right all along... )

( I thought Mertz-san was a nice guy too... )

Carla: Is that your only question?

Yui: Wait. Where is Yuma-kun...? What happened to him?

→ Where is Yuma-kun? (♡)

Yui: Where is Yuma-kun!?

Carla: He is locked up inside a prison cell. His corpse, that is.

Yui: ...Eh?

Carla: Mukami Yuma was killed.

Yui: Uu...

( What is...he saying...? Killed...? )

Yui: No way...You’re lying...

Carla: I am not. I ordered Shin to chop off his head.

Yui: Stop spouting nonsense!! Yuma-kun wouldn’t die...

He’d never let himself get killed by you two...!

Carla: ...You are such a troublesome woman.

Yui: ...What is this...?

Carla: A lock of his hair.

Yui: ...!!

Carla: You will believe me now, will you not? He...Mukami Yuma is dead.

Yui: ( No way...Yuma-kun is... )

( Yuma-kun has...died...? )

Monologue

ーー I was shot down by Carla-san’s words,

as I fell to my knees.

Yuma-kun has died...

I simply could not accept that.

However, there is proof (証拠) right in front of my eyes.

ーー Yuma-kun’s hair which I had touched so many times before.

It feels like just yesterday when I ran my fingers through it as his head rested on my lap.

While looking at the lock of hair he threw my way,

I could literally hear the sound of despair (絶望) as it approaches...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Princess Part Two

Part Two of the Kid x princess reader and well...I might’ve gotten carried away a little but oh well. Thanks to @pure-kirarin for requesting this! Btw, this plays either pre time skip or during the time skip since Kid still has both arms lol.

Part One is here!

Warning: 18+, smut, dirty talk, virgin reader

Word count: 4.4k

She was laying in her bed, her face still wet from crying the whole way back. Her clothes were dirty; she had slipped multiple times on and some scratches were visible on her arms and legs. She needed to cover them so no one would see them. Otherwise, they’d ask uncomfortable questions and she simply had no answer as to why she looked like this.

The sheets of her bed felt comforting and soothing but she couldn’t quite fall asleep; too many thoughts were running through her head and every single one revolved around Eustass Kid. To say her image of him and pirates in general had been shuttered was an understatement. Was he right? Had she been too influenced by all the stories she’s read? In them, pirates were criminals but in a charming way; they’d drink and have fun and play around with women but they never gave off that aura of danger. And still: some part in her wanted to know more about pirates, know more about their life, their ambitions, and motivation.

Kid said something about becoming the king of pirates; wasn’t this just a myth? Finding the One Piece? Gol D. Roger’s call to find it? She wasn’t sure but he seemed serious. And this part of him was the one that intrigued her the most. She closed her eyes and slowly but surely drifted off into a restless sleep, haunted by a certain bloodthirsty pirate captain.

It had been two nights since she encountered the Kid pirates and ever since she felt down and less ambitious. The prince, his father, and their entourage left yesterday. Finally, she had time for herself but it did her no good; her thoughts were still running wild, always returning to Eustass Kid. She even had a somewhat wet dream about him where she woke up breathing heavily and completely unsatisfied. She’s never been intimate before and her urge to be was rather non-existent – until now. Only the thought of him doing anything remotely sexual to her had little butterflies flying in her belly, making it incredibly difficult to focus.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of weapons clashing on weapons, loud yells calling to gather in front of the entrance and protect the king and the princess. She hurried to the big window and saw with horror how one guard after another got killed, their screams echoing through the night sky. She clasped her hands over her mouth but couldn’t move her eyes away from the horrid scene. The ones killing her people were none other than the Kid pirates. She saw weapons flying through the air and gathering around one person – Eustass Kid. All the weapons manifested into one huge weapon-arm he used to kill more of the guards.

She heard footsteps in front of her door and turned around, expecting pirates to storm in at any moment. But instead, two guards were rushing in, weapons ready to protect or fight. “Princess-sama! You need to get out of here! It’s too dangerous!” one yelled while the other one grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. “W-wait! What’s going on?” she demanded to know but followed the two guards down the stairs. “Pirates. They invaded the palace. Probably looking for treasure but we’re not sure. As long as they’re here you’re not safe, princess-sama.”

The stairs led down until they reached the dungeons where a safe-room was located. But they didn’t make it until there because in a flash the guard’s weapons were taken from them by what seemed like magic but when she turned around Captain Kid was standing there, a huge and sadistic grin in his face.

The guards positioned themselves in front of the princess but without any weapons they were defenseless. “Princess-sama! Please, keep going until you reach the safe-room! We will handle him!” the guard told him. The princess didn’t think twice before she turned around and ran through the long corridor. She didn’t make it far though because suddenly, she felt a hand grab her hair and yanking her back painfully.

“Just the princess I was looking for.” She heard a voice right next to her ear. “Let go” she screamed and tried to get free but his grip was like iron. “Stop struggling and be quiet. I only want your treasure, that’s all. If you’re a good little princess I’ll let you live.” He purred. “Y-you killed the guards! Why should I trust you?” tears were running down her face. This was definitely not how she had imagined their next meeting!

“Indeed, I have. But maybe I’ll make an exception for you? Can’t kill a princess now, can I?” it sounded sarcastic and she new he had no qualms killing her as well. “Now, tell me. Where do you hide your treasure? The sooner you tell me the sooner we’re on our marry way.” “How do I know you’re not lying?” “You just have to believe me.” He sounded amused at her question. “And by the way. Didn’t you say you wanted to join us? As a pirate you should be okay with robbing and killing people. That’s just part of a pirate’s life.” She pressed her lips together and felt stupid once again. Deep down, she had known this but she just didn’t want to accept it.

“So, tell me. Where is the treasure?” he repeated the question. “I-in the south tower, top floor, behind a huge door. Can’t miss it.” She pressed out and expected him to let her go. But Kid had other plans. “That wasn’t too difficult, was it? Let’s go.” And with a push she stumbled forward. He let go of her hair so technically she could run away but she knew he’d catch her. “Lead the way, princess.” He said while he followed her, his eyes running down her body while they were walking, appreciating the silky nightgown she was wearing which was running down her body like water.

The princess noticed but kept quiet about it. “W-where is my father?” she instead wanted to know. Kid shrugged, the grin still on his face. “Who knows.” He simply answered and she knew he wouldn’t tell her. Maybe he was already dead?

When they got to the entrance hall she heard yelling coming from all over the place but she couldn’t see her father. Kid pushed her forward with his hand, making her almost fall to the floor. “Keep moving, princess.” It sounded like an insult when he called her that but she wouldn’t complain. She heard him call some of his men who followed them up the stairs until they all reached the huge door guarding the treasure. The two guards were quickly disposed of and the princess couldn’t hold back a squeal.

Kid laughed at her reaction while the others opened the huge door, revealing lots and lots of gold, silver, jewels and precious gems. “That’s what I call a jackpot. Pack it up!” Kid ordered and shoved the princess with him to the side to not be in the way of his crew. Silently, they stood next to each other, Kid had his arms crossed in front of his chest, she looked down, fidgeting with her fingers. “Did we wake you?” Kid suddenly asked, his eyes still appreciating the treasure in the room. She stayed silent, not wanting to answer.

He turned his head towards her, his eyes wandering up and down once again. “You got a lot of those nightgowns, don’t you? You were wearing one two nights ago as well, weren’t you?” a blush creeped on her cheeks and she pulled her arms over her body to hide it from his few. “Don’t be shy! It looks good on you!” The red intensified even more and he could swear her head was about to pop like a tomato. “Show me your room.” He demanded. Shocked, she looked at him, eyes wide and mouth open. There it was again – the excited feeling in her stomach. Even though he had just killed more than a dozen if her men she still felt intrigued by him; his whole aura had her body drawn to him.

“C’mon. A little princess like you must have a huge room, right? Let me see it.” He insisted. There was no rational reason why she did it but she obliged. As if her body was out of rubber, she walked along corridors with doors to every side, legs daring to give in with every step. Kid walked behind her, she could feel his eyes on her body.

She stopped in front of the door, hesitant to turn the nob to open it. But Kid took over this part. His big hands grabbed the nob, turned it and opened the door. He pushed her inside and followed her right after. She heard him whistle but didn’t turn to look at him. Two clicks indicated he had closed and locked the door behind him. Now it was only the two of them, alone in her room, her only in her nightgown and underneath it only her panties.

“That’s a nice ass room. Being a princess has its perks, hasn’t it?” he passed her and took a look around her room. His eyes wandered over pictures showing her with her father, some friends and one with her mother when she was young. She expected him to ask about her but he didn’t. He simply didn’t care.

When he was done he walked towards her bed, sitting down in the mattress. His legs spread and his arms crossed in front of his chest. His grin was ever so present on his face and had her look away. “Why did you want to join us?” he asked out of nowhere. “I…I don’t know.” She answered truthfully, still not looking at him. “Bullshit! Did you think I didn’t notice your reaction? When I had my thumb buried in your mouth?” His grin grew even wider. “Did you hope for something more…filling?” he laughed at her shocked expression when she turned to look at him.

“Now is your chance, princess. I can almost smell your pussy from here and believe me she wants me.” He said cockily, way too full of himself. But he was right. Ever since he asked her to see her room she had thought about all the things they could do in there – and none of her thoughts were G-rated. “C’mere.” He demanded.

Slowly, she put one foot in front of the other and made her way over to where he was sitting. She stopped in front of him, her sight set on the floor. Even though she was standing was he almost as tall as her when he was sitting. “Have you ever knelt down in front of anyone else?” he asked. She shook her head no and received a dark chuckle. “Then it’s time you learn how to do it. Get on your knees, princess.” His tone was demanding and left no room for arguing.

With trembling limps, she got down, took her place between his legs. Pleased, he hummed. “That’s a nice sight, princess. You look good on your knees. As if you were made to kneel down.” “Stop saying that.” She whispered, completely embarrassed by his words. Kid laughed out loud at her wish. “But it’s the truth, princess. Now, get down to business.” He demanded but she didn’t follow his order. Kid raised an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you hear me? Go, suck my dick, princess.” He clarified but again she didn’t move. The princess bit her lower lip, seeming like she wanted to say something but too embarrassed to say it out loud. Kid grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. “What is it, princess? Spit it out or get going!” She averted her gaze but after receiving a slight slap to her cheek she answered.

“I….I have never been….intimate….with a man before.” She whispered, barely audible. The captain made a surprised sound but didn’t let go of her chin. “A virgin, huh? That’s rare. But I like it.” With his other hand he opened his pants, freeing his semi-erect member from its restraints. “Don’t worry. I’ll guide you through everything.” His thumb circling his huge mushroom head. The princess took a quick glance at his dick before looking away, cheeks blushed once more.

“You can look. It gets him excited, y’know.” Kid purred. She hesitated for a moment but then looked back at his dick which twitched in response, slowly becoming harder and harder. “Good girl.” He praised. He let go of her chin and instead took one of her wrists between his fingers and guided her hand towards his member. Before she could touch it, she tried pulling back instinctively but his grip was too strong. “Don’t be shy. Touch him.” He encouraged her and simultaneously pulled her hand closer until he wrapped her hand around his dick, his hand covering hers.

She gasped at the touch. It felt warm and…weird, as if it was some kind of animal. But it made her pussy wet at the same time, making her rub her thighs together. “You like how it feels?” he started to move his hand around hers so she was stroking him. He pressed his hand down, showing her how he liked it. Her legs kept rubbing against each other and she didn’t know what to do about her growing wetness.

“Touch yourself, princess.” His demand came out of nowhere. “What?” she asked bus his grin told her she had heard him right. “I said: touch yourself. I can see you want to.” Her cheeks were burning and she couldn’t move. “Have you ever touched yourself?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you haven’t!”

“W-well….n-not really.” God! This must be his lucky day! Fist the treasure and now this!

“Then let me teach you how to do it….Follow my orders, princess.” Her eyes were uncertain but he knew she would obey his orders. She was way too curious.

“Are you wearing panties?” she nodded hesitantly. “Good.” His hand kept holding hers in place, still stroking him.

“Move your hand between your legs and rub your index and middle finger over your panties where your pussy is.” Her hand slowly moved down between her legs and she gasped when she touched herself. “Tell me, are you wet?” his grin was now predatory. He leaned down to be closer to her face. The princess nodded shyly. “Good. Now move your hands in your panties and feel your cunt. Tell me how it feels.” She followed this order as well and a small moan escaped her lips when she touched herself. “How does it feel?” he demanded to know.

“W-wet….hot.” he grunted at her words, closing his eyes for a moment. “Good girl. Do you feel the little nub?” her fingers glid over said nub and she jerked away a little. “Circle it with your finger.” A whimper escaped her lips and she had to close her eyes at the sensation. She felt how her juice coated her pussy even more, making small sounds while she moved her finger over her clit. Kid squeezed her hand slightly and gasped at the feeling. “Do you feel how you’re getting wetter? Does it feel good, princess?”

“Y-yes.” She moaned. Kid picked up the pace at his dick and her hand between her legs followed his pace.

“Do you think you’re wet enough now? Are you dripping?” his voice filled her head and she could only nod. “Push your finger inside.” The princess opened her eyes and looked at him, stopping for a moment. “B-but what if-“ but he cut her off. “Just do it, princess.” His harsh tone made her whimper and her pussy clenched around nothing. Slowly, she moved over her slit and inserted one finger, making a slightly uncomfortable sound. “Try rubbing your clit.” It was difficult and she had her hand at a slightly awkward angle but managed to circle her clit with her thumb. Her legs opened wider when she started moving her finger in and out, the feeling of herself around her finger was weird and exciting at the same time.

His hand picked up the pace around his shaft once more and her hand followed suit. “When you’re ready put another finger in. Spread them.” “Ah!” another small moan when she entered a second finger, scissoring them and also curling them inside of her, moving them in and out of her pussy. The moans came out more frequently now and she hand to rest her cheek against his thigh, watching their hands pump his dick with hooded eyes. It was so hot, she didn’t know where to put her lust. Kid grunted, his eyes never leaving her frame.

“Such a good, slutty princess. Following a pirate’s orders to please herself.” He praised, making her moan again. She started moving her hips up and down on her finger, her moans getting louder and louder. Kid laughed at her action, licking his lips at the sight. “That’s right, princess. Fuck yourself on your fingers. Ride them like it’s my dick.” Another moan. Her movements became frantic and he knew she was close. It was now or never. He let go of her hand and put his hand on the back of her head. “Open up!”

She had no time to think before he pushed his huge dick inside her mouth, almost choking her. Her eyes were wide open and she tried to get away but he wouldn’t let her. “Breath through your nose, princess. And don’t forget fucking yourself.” The problem was not her breathing – at least not her primary. Her gag-reflex had kicked in and it took all her will power not to puke. Kid started moving her head between his legs, low grunts rumbling thorough his body. “Fuck.” He grunted.

The princess listened to his grunts and it somehow got her distracted from the uncomfortable feeling on her tongue. She also started moving her fingers inside of her again, soon getting back the feeling inside or her that indicated her coming orgasm. She moaned around his dick, entering a third finger. His dick moved in and out of her mouth at the same pace, his mushroom head bumping against the backside of her throat; spit was dripping down her chin, his pre-cum salty on her tongue. With two more pushes of her fingers did she clench around herself, cumming hard and coating her fingers.

Kid stopped his movements a little bit unwillingly when she came but he watched her come down from her (probably) first orgasm. He removed his dick from her mouth and grabbed her chin once more, making her look up at him. “Show me your hand.” He whispered. With a small whimper she pulled out her fingers and slowly raised her hand with shaky limbs. Her fingers were coated in her juice and kid licked his lips, then grabbed her hand and closed his lips around her fingers, sucking on them. His tongue swirled around them, licking up every little bit of her cum.

She could only watch in amazement, brains till a little foggy from her high. When he was down, he let her fingers go with an audible plop. “Slutty princess, making such a mess while masturbating. Dirty, dirty little bitch.” His grin took in almost all of his face, that’s how satisfied he was with her job. But he wasn’t done yet…

“Get naked, princess. The main part is about to start.” He purred. “W-what? But I just…I just-“ “I’m gonna make you come again. You’ll like it since you’re such a little whore.” His words made her clench around nothing once more and she knew he would be true to his word. She got up, legs still shaky but she managed to stand in front of him. Her hands moved over her body, down to the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her head, exposing her breasts, the nipples hard from her arousal. Kid hummed in appreciation and couldn’t help himself but grab her tits in his hands and fondle them quite roughly.

“K-Kid…” she moaned and leaned into his touch. He leaned closer and took one of her nipples between his lips, sucking and biting at it. She threw her head back and had her eyes closed. “P-please….be gentle.” He looked up at her, licking her nipple before grinning again. “Can’t promise that.” He said and dedicated himself to her other nipple while his hand massaged her breast. His rough hands felt incredibly on her skin and the excited feeling between her legs came back.

The pirate noticed and looked down at her still clothed sex. “Take it off. I wanna see all of you, princess.” His voice was coarse from arousal and had her shiver in excitement. Her hands moved to her panties and pulled the, down, exposing her wet sex. Kid licked his lips at the sight and just had to take a lick by leaning forward. She moaned because of the sensitivity but jerked her hips forward, pressing herself closer to his mouth.

“So eager.” He murmured against her clit before teasing it with his tongue a little. The princess was afraid she might lose her balance and fall but Kid Kid wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her up, the other one grabbed the back of her knee and pulled it up to have better access. His mouth now savored her pussy, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh and having her moan above him.

“K-Kid! I-it’s too much!” she whined and moaned at the same time, not knowing if she liked it or hated it. Just in this moment a knock on the door could be heard. Kid grumbled in discontent. “What?” he barked. “When are you done, captain?” he heard Killer’s voice from the other side. “Fuck off. I’m in the middle of eating dessert!” her cheeks turned pink again but she couldn’t think straight when he sucked at her clit once more, making her moan.

They heard a Killer clear his throat on the other side and then his leaving footsteps.

“Naughty princess. Letting him hear you moan.” He teased. Kid pulled away from her sex and threw her on the mattress instead. She looked up at him, body heaving, legs slightly spread, exposing her wet pussy. “Such a nice view.” He complimented. The princess sucked on her lips, knowing what was about to happen. Should she really let a pirate take her virginity? She was promised to the prince, was engaged and about to get married. Should she throw this away? But Kid was already above her, his body like a blanket covering her own. He had lined himself up with her pussy, ready to push in.

“Take a deep breath, princess. This’s gonna hurt.” And with these words he pushed forward, sinking into her wet and hot pussy. A painful scream escaped her mouth and she clawed at his muscular arms, trying to find some support for her pain. But Kid showed no pity and pushed himself in completely. Her whole body was tense and she tried to push the foreign body away but the pirate was too strong. “Relax.” He huffed before he started to move inside of her.

“It hurts!” she pressed out, eyes shut tightly. “Stop whining. It’s gonna feel better soon!” Maybe. He thought to himself and grinned. Now was his turn.” His movements were sharp and hard, his dick moving in and out of her. It was a great feeling, especially since he knew he was the very first to thrust into her. Her face looked tense and he knew she was in pain. She was probably bleeding as well but why should he care? She had her orgasm and he wanted his. Well, maybe he could help her a little.

One of his hands moved down between their legs and started rubbing at her clit, making her jerk against his touch. “Good girl. Keep moving against me.” She whimpered, the pain slowly moved to the back of her mind thanks to his finger in her clit. She bucked her hips against his thrusts, making him grunt and curse with each thrust. He picked up the pace, his hips snapping back and forth at high speed, making it hard for her to keep up with his pace. She moaned, eyes closed and her arms were next to her head after she had let go of his arms. Her body was shuffled over the sheets, her body sweaty from all the feelings inside of her.

With each thrusts she got closer and closer to her next orgasm, her voice hoarse from moaning and screaming. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pushing him closer to her and pressing him deeper inside of her. With a last, loud scream she came around his dick, clenching around his thick meat and making him groan in pleasure.

Breathlessly, she laid underneath him, slowly getting her breath back under control. Kid had stopped moving; he looked down at her, had watched her face twitch in pleasure while she rode his dick through her orgasm. It was really hot; he wouldn’t lie but he wasn’t done yet.

“Little princess cumming around my dick like a whore. What an exciting sight. I like it. But I’m not finished yet. Let’s see if I can make you cum a third time. After all, three’s the lucky charm.”

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Her whole body felt sore; her body was covered in dark bruises left by his mouth, her breasts and lower body was covered in his semen, dripping down onto the sheets. She felt used and dirty but at the same time completely satisfied.

Kid had left a while ago, the castle was silent. Before he left he had praised her for being such an obedient little princess who took in his dick so well. Alone remembering those words made her smile. She knew she would most likely never see him again but that was fine; after all, he taught her how to pleasure herself and that was enough. At least for now. Maybe she would teach her soon to be husband how to pleasure her.

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