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— I'm your dragon.

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: maybe a dragon has devoured your tongue.

warnings: incest, SMUT(+18!!!), sexual content, sexual description, a little boob fetish, explicit language & explicit words.

word count: 1.130!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

Your uncle was your biggest curse, and you knew it. — You loved that fact.

Your biggest curse knew your body so well, better than you. It was amazing to see how his rough and cold hands explored every part of your young body, it was so pleasurable and magical.— The way his long fingers ran over and squeezed all your curves made you intoxicated.

With every touch of his, you shivered and lost your breath. You felt so foolish and ridiculous for being so sensitive to that young man.

Your body belonged to Aemond. — The gods knew it and so did you.

"Did a dragon eat your tongue, my sweet niece?" — That damn voice deep and a little muffled passes through your ears, chilling your body once again. He was mocking your little moment of stillness, along with a devilish laugh. — "I hope that dragon is me."

Oh, he was. The dragon that had devoured your tongue, at that very moment, was devouring your body so majestically. Your body was overwhelmed by the pleasure and sensitivity the damn prince was giving you. — It was no surprise that Aemond had absolute power over your body.

No words dared come out of your mouth, just whimpers and little moans. You couldn't say anything because you were clouded with pleasure by that man who grabbed your two legs in a hungry and strong way. — Aemond's hands were squeezing yours thighs to the point where his fingertips were white as his hair.

And you knew that later his fingerprints would be fixed in that region.

With Aemond's strength squeezing and pushing your legs, your back was being pressed against the soft headboard of the bed. The lower wood of that material was starting to sting that part of your body but you weren't caring about that. — The only thing you cared about was your beloved lover.

Completely undressed, your body was exposed only to the one-eyed prince. Every region marked by bites and hickeys and licks by Aemond's thin, protruding mouth. — And he was so proud of it.

"My little niece." — Aemond leaned down to your swollen, reddened breasts, so sensitive, and directed his mouth to one of his. They needed that man's attention, just like you. That spot was too delicate for you, and after the moments of making out and biting around the area they were more delicate and sensitive than ever.

Fully feeling the rush of pleasure, you tilt your head back. Your eyes were closed trying to control the feeling of arousal and delight coursing through your body. — Aemond was sucking your breast hard and slowly, and when your nipple was against the roof of his mouth, you definitely let out loud moans along with your teary eyes.

Your hands immediately found his hair and soon, your fingers curl into the older man's white strands, pulling and tilting his face closer to you. A ridiculous smile tugged at Aemond's lips, as you panted with pleasure, you felt it against your chest. — Your damn uncle was making fun of you while making you delirious.

Aemond bit, sucked and licked your nipple being reciprocated with you begging for him with your voice utterly weak and moans loud enough to dent his ego and want everyone in that castle to know that you belong to him.

Aemond withdrew a hand from your thigh, and directed it to your other nipple, also in need of attention; squeezing and giving a brief massage. The action made the tears, which had previously threatened to fall from your face, spill out. — Aemond's fingers were squeezing the nipple hard, rubbing it quickly.

Aemond loved to see you shiver and not control the spasms you suffered from his touches on your body.

"Aemond, please." — You desperately begged for the eldest. Your hands, which were still in his hair, withdrew and quickly tried to push his one-eyed face against your extremely delicate and aching chest. — You were too weak to push his face, so it was soon a failure.

A strong and intense suck was given to your nipple, as a form of punishment for trying to remove the prince from his sacred place. A wave of bites began to dominate that part of the body.

A click of his tongue echoes through the room, Aemond withdraws his mouth from your sore, swollen chest; a thin thread of spit remained connected from his lips to the sensitive region. — Your heavy eyes began to admire the older man's mouth, which was not only swollen but also extremely red and fascinating.

"Then the dragon returned your fucking tongue, hm?" — Aemond bent his head to your, approaching slowly. He wanted to admire how desperate and sensitive you were, and to know you were that way because of him; made Aemond even hungrier for you.

As he approached, Aemond's lips trailed over your hot cheek and in a flushed hue, you were embarrassed. The wet, warm feeling crossed that part of your face, it felt so good. — Small kisses were implanted by Aemond through your jaw, showing a little affection and a delicate attention to you. — They were kisses so sweet and soft that they even tickled you.

Your hands traveled again to the older man's hair but this time making a slow caress, following the path to his neck.

The heat of his mouth, the thinness of his lips, the long feel of his tongue were like heaven to you. The traces of small kisses left you completely desperate for more.

"I'm your dragon." — Aemond whispers during the kisses. Passing over your jaw, Aemond's lips passed over your chin and almost came close to your lovely lips that begged for the prince's attention. — "And i will always be your dragon."

Immediately, Aemond brings his lips to yours, and you let out a small, whiny moan against his lips. — It was pure sensitivity and excitement to have felt those lips. — That little muffled sound was a sacred thing to Aemond. A thing made by the gods that was meant for him.

Your tongues were dancing sexually against each other, as if you were fighting for dominance. Aemond explored every corner of your mouth as if for the first time, memorizing every part of her. — That kiss was fiery, igniting an intense flame in both of you.

Your mouth fit perfectly with Aemond's. — As if you were combination pieces, and you two were.

The frantic kiss was broken by the lack of breath from both of you, and several weak gasps escaped your mouths. — But that didn't mean you two were tired, on the contrary.

"And i will always devour you." — Aemond's breathy voice passed through your ears, making you hold your breath trying to assimilate what your beloved uncle had told you.

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𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.

Ch 8: A ship does not sail with yesterday's wind

A sequel to Whither is thy beloved gone? (AO3)

After the events of ‘Whither is thy beloved gone?’ Lord Astarion Ancuńin and his consort wife navigate their relationship anew. The ghosts of the past - his, hers, and theirs - threaten to unravel everything they’ve worked for.

A boat ride in an old camp brings back memories and reignites new flames.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

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The dinghy looked a tad unsafe, Ban thought, casting a sideways glance at her husband as he hopped into it; he stood there for a moment as it wobbled, then steadied. Grinning, he offered her a hand.

She frowned, taking the proffered hand, stepping into the boat. It swayed under their combined weight and she felt herself shifting off-balance; before anything could go wrong his arms wrapped around her, steadying her.

“Thanks.” She sat, adjusting her skirt, regretting choosing this dress. Astarion had said it would be a nice, wonderful evening, and to wear her best, because he wanted to go somewhere special.

It was special, she conceded, but he should have told her just how inconvenient her chosen outfit would be. His too, for that matter - he was in a crisp white ensemble, which had led her to believe they would be going somewhere… well. Not here.

“So,” she looked around, “special means a boat in the middle of nowhere, hm?”

In the tiny docks of the ruins they’d camped at in Rivington, more than a year ago, now.

The moon had always been beautiful here, she remembered, watching it bathe the landscape in its silvery glow. In front of her, Astarion tilted his head, his smile still in place. He untied the boat, but didn’t bother rowing out, allowing the current to take them away from shore. Ban supposed he was expecting they’d either mist form home or turn into bats if the current took them too far. Probably even if it didn’t; he’d been all too keen to provide opportunities for her to practice, much to her annoyance. Not that she hadn’t gotten better - flying around as a bat was much easier and more consistent, though mist form still eluded her, somehow - but she still found it tiresome.

“Well I daresay it is, wouldn’t you agree? The last place we had nothing but fond memories,” he said, the lightness in his voice sounding a tad forced. “I remember pitching our tent in that corner by Gale’s, and-”

“And yes,” she laughed, “he hated hearing us every damn night.”

And oh, how Astarion had loved it. Those last days before they’d moved into the Elfsong were special indeed; the tension around facing Cazador and the Netherbrain had yet to come to a head. Those final nights, when Astarion had finally been ready to let her touch him, give him pleasure and love him - they were glorious.

She watched him as he chuckled at her words, then took her hand in both of his. “I recall vividly,” he said, thumbs kneading her knuckles, massaging gently.

“You could have at least told me to dress down, however,” she grumbled.

He shook his head. “No. This is special, and our attire matches the occasion.”

Occasion? She quirked an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. “Not an occasion occasion, mind. I thought we should revisit this place; you’ve been rather… bothered… by the prospect of your family visiting on the morrow, and this was a small distraction that was easy to do. There is also the matter of your continued lessons, of course,” and he smirked when she scowled. “You do need practice, darling; a fair amount of it, if I am to be completely honest.”

Ban rolled her eyes. “Yes, well. It takes time, just like you did when you first ascended.” But she was all too aware that it’d been a year and that her lack of interest in the matter is no longer excusable by their fraught relationship and her complicated feelings about her true nature.

Astarion seemed to humor her, eyes crinkling at her response. He pressed a quick, soft kiss on the back of her hand. “I would have endless ways to refute that should I choose to, but I won’t for your sake.” Instead he looked past her to the inky darkness of the water below, to the other boats further down the river, and finally turned to look at the moon.

“I know you find it… challenging, to think about Roderich and your family,” he began, keeping his eyes skyward. “I merely hoped being here would help somewhat in easing your concerns and bring you some measure of comfort. The palace is our home, but I am aware it may not have as many fond memories as this place does.”

She considered this for a moment. “You’re not wrong,” she conceded, “however, this place also reminds me that this was the last time we were ever truly alright.”

The hands massaging hers tightened for a moment, the motion stilling abruptly. He turned to face her, expression carefully schooled into neutrality. “Even now, love? Even after all the work I.. we’ve done?”

“I mean - Astarion,” she said quickly, realizing her mistake. “We are alright now, yes. I suppose what I mean is that was the last time things were… simpler.”

“For you, perhaps,” he replied, a note of anger creeping into his tone; the rest of his words spilled out in a rush. “I, on the other hand, had everything to worry about, in case you’ve forgotten. Tell me - is the choice of opening up so easy for you, so effortless, that you’ve been remiss in remembering just how difficult it has always been for me to do so - not only the first time, but every single time, especially after you left me?”

She gasped quietly, horror blooming in her chest, realizing that this was probably what all those small moments of resentment had been about.

“Ban…” Astarion gritted out before she could say anything. He took a steadying breath, obviously trying not to let the situation escalate. “Don’t.” His eyes bore into her; there’s a hint of anger there but it’s overshadowed by desperation, a plea for her to not do what she always does when cornered.

The hand holding hers didn’t tighten further - instead it unfurled. He swallowed, shoulders stiffening and expression hardening.

“I wasn’t going to close off.” She kept her hand in his, adding the other to clasp both of his in her own. “I know…” she finally murmured. “It’s not fair, is it? That you had to give me everything, all of your past, all of yourself, so early on, just so I’d bring you into the group, protect you on the road, feed you, help you with Cazador… and then I never did the same. I still haven’t.”

“Well,” Astarion said bitterly, “there was little reason for you to do so. You could have kept your past to yourself for the rest of eternity, and there would have been no consequences. In fact,” he took a sharp, pained breath, “you can continue keeping parts of yourself hidden away from me - can continue punishing me forever. There will be no consequences for that, either.”

“Except your displeasure, your unhappiness,” Ban corrected.

“I’m not-”

“And your pain,” Ban interjected before he could continue. “That’s the more important part. The worst part.”

Silence from her husband; he fixed her with an unreadable expression, shoulders still held in that hard, regal pose. Unsure, her mind offered, of what you’re trying to do here, and shielding himself from the blow, a blow so expected as to be considered inevitable.

A soft sigh escaped her and she squeezed his hands, pressing them together. “I’m sorry. That it took this long, that I never offered to… to give as I took, to make it a more equal exchange. Not just in regards to my past, but… also in our relationship.” He’d always been on the back foot, she realized. First seeking her protection, then her help in freeing himself, and then in winning her back, in keeping her happy, hiding his own fear and resentment, all so she wouldn’t leave again. The thought caused a crushing wave of guilt.

“Equal exchange,” he laughed out. “It’s never been that, darling, and I don’t delude myself into thinking it will ever be.” The crimson of his eyes stood out in the moonlight as he stared at her, defensive and resigned. “I don’t hold you responsible; circumstances dictated that I share my predicament with you and with everyone we traveled with, were I to receive any aid. After that, well,” he shifted, the first break in his nonchalant charade, “I suppose I hid myself so deeply that the only recompense for everything I did was to offer all of my heart to you, without holding back.”

“And you didn’t mind if I said or did anything hurtful, regardless of your feelings? Your needs?”

“No,” he hissed. “I so wish you’d give as much in return, naturally. I would die to have all of you, with nothing held back. To see, to know, to love the entirety of you. I have longed for that every moment since the rite. There was and is, however, little reason for you to do so, and I don’t begrudge you that.” Astarion looked away. “I can’t ever begrudge you anything, Ban, as much as I want to; not for very long, anyways - you know all too well why.”

His eyes moved back to hers, although he looked lost, as if living in memories. “I love you.”

Astarion glanced toward the ruins in the distance and thought there was where he should have said those words first; when he’d finally wrested his mind and body out of the clutches of his past and been able to let her touch him, when he’d been able to lose himself in her touch and her love without any expectation of anything in return other than what he wanted to give. When every night in their tent was filled with nothing but happiness.

The first time he’d actually said it had been in their quiet, private suite in the Elfsong, when he’d offered her eternal life by his side. The words had rolled off his tongue effortlessly. It hadn’t been a lie, not really - but it also hadn’t quite been the truth, either. He’d weaved his fanciful words around her, voice lowering in pitch, the seduction and feigned earnestness flowing from him easily. Spinning the web to ensure her assent, he’d told himself.

I’d never want to control you. I love you.

The next sentence, however, had slipped out unbidden. The moment it was out he’d known he’d fucked up. He had known she’d read between those incredibly thin lines, would see that he wasn’t truly sincere, that it was mainly a calculated move to keep her there with him forever and ever until the sun burns out and maybe even longer than that.

That’s what you’ve been waiting to hear, isn’t it? That’s what you want?

He hadn’t seemed to be able to go without saying it, without hinting that love wasn’t all it was. Some small part of him had wanted her to know and to run, to leave him, to not debase herself, bring herself down to his level. He’d seen, mere hours ago, what she thought of him. A monster, to have condemned so many souls to the fires of damnation - wretched, heartless, without a care in the world other than for power.

Power. Of course he’d craved it - what else was there? What else, after the ritual, after that look on her face, on all their faces? Had he not deserved to carve into Cazador’s flesh, repayment for two centuries of pain? Had he not at least earned the right to relish that moment? Hypocrites. They had all been there, and yet when he’d stepped onto the dais their eyes had refused to meet his, had refused to acknowledge him - except for her.

Hers had judged him.

That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be mine? Forever?

It’d been easier to phrase it that way; that she’d wanted it, not he. Easier to pretend that he’d been manipulating her easily, that she’d bought into every word he’d said. Her brows had furrowed at his words, evidently unconvinced - that too, he’d refused to acknowledge.

Before the rite they had talked about forever. He’d promised to find her a way to join him in immortality, just as she had promised to find a way for him to walk in the sun. They’d had some fanciful ideas; finding another vampire lord to turn her, and then murdering said lord had been one of them. She’d often laughed at that idea, shoved him playfully, but they’d both known there was an underlying seriousness in those conversations. She was human, and he was… well. He would inevitably outlive her.

In the moments after his ascendance, then, it had made sense to want to make her immortal, ensuring they were both spared the agony of being parted by death, whether it be by age or anything they’d face in the coming years. Giving her the words he’d known she’d longed to hear, so that she’d agree to take the gift of immortality… It had been easy to offer, and she had said yes after some convincing; what wasn’t to like?

What wasn’t to like was what you did after, he reminded himself.

Ban smiled at his words, looking down at their hands; his were warm and soft, so unlike her own calloused ones. She lifted one up, placing it on her cheek. “I love you too. Even when things were tainted, I still wanted you. Loved you.”

Astarion nodded. He was aware; recent events had gone a long way in reassuring him of this. All the same, he mused a little on her words, his hand on her face, then did what he used to - a light shove to her cheek, although this time there was no derision in it.

“Even then?” he challenged, as she stared at him in shock. “I used to do that, telling myself you liked it, that you wanted me to shame you, because that was what we did behind closed doors. I thought what is a little more, when you clearly considered yourself so… denigrated by staying with me. I thought that you’d willingly be my spawn and just take it.” He bit his lip. “You saw me as a monster and so I gave you exactly that, out of spite, out of…” he trailed off. Of pain.

He’d known she’d enjoyed the roughness of it all, the interplay of dominance and control, in bed. It had become too easy in the aftermath of the rite to take it further. He’d known she’d resented it; the ever-present look of distance on her face and her emotional absence had said as much. But those little moments of emotion, whether lust or wrath, had been all he’d had left of her. Sure, there’d been moments when she’d been tender, when love would break through, but it had been sparse at best. Those flashes of arousal mixed with anger had been more reliable, more consistent, a sign that she’d still felt something for him; something that he could reasonably expect to elicit by doing certain things, even if that feeling was predominantly resentment.

Thinking back on it, he felt some guilt, but also curiosity. They’d never really discussed this at length, and now that they’d brought this dynamic back into their bedroom, it felt like it was high time they did so. Where he expected to feel anxiety and fear, instead there’s a burgeoning confidence in their bond, a renewal of faith that felt astonishingly peaceful. Like the first droplets of rain after a drought, soaking into the parched landscape; a benediction, promising new life.

She looked down at his words, staring at their joined hands, thoughtful. She gave a comforting squeeze. “I allowed it because I love you. We said forever, so forever it was. It wasn’t always pleasant, wasn’t always wanted, and I didn’t muster the strength to leave until a lot later, but I didn’t expect how… far you would take it at times.” She huffed, a small, dejected noise. “I gave you permission, thought it would help rebuild our trust in some way, that I would reach you again, and… instead the Ascendant ran away with it.”

“I would definitely agree that it went too far,” he affirmed quietly, hands slipping away from hers to hold onto the boat, “even though you expressly allowed it.”

He leaned back, reaching out to her mind. There were no words there, merely the entwining of souls, each assuring the other that this was merely a conversation; nothing bad would come of it.

“Anger and desire were all I could have of you, and my pride allowed me no room to consider any other alternative.” He looked up at the stars; that confession had not been easy. To his surprise he felt the boat shift as Ban moved. There was a gentle push against his legs, he parted them to make room for her to sit between them, her back to him. She set a hand on his thigh, closing her eyes. For a moment they sat in companionable silence, Astarion rubbing circles on the back of her neck.

“You’re going to ruin your clothes that way, love,” he murmured, and she snorted, the silence broken. A second or two passed, and he felt her take a deep breath as she began to speak.

“At times, it did go too far,” she agreed. “It would have been fine had we been in a better state then. Had we actually talked.” He squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.

“You could always have said no; the faintest whisper of ‘Sussur’ would have ended it all,” Astarion remarked. There was also the fact that Ban could have physically stopped him at any time; he wasn’t so delusional as to think her incapable of it. She was the hero of Baldur’s Gate, after all; powerful and strong in her own right.

From the corner of his eye, he could see her move as she shrugged. “Most of the time it was wanted. Most of the time it felt good, other than small moments when it would be overwhelming. Afterward I’d realize it went too far, and I’d tell myself I’d say it the next time it happened, but… For one, you know we barely talked then. And, well.” She cleared her throat awkwardly. He could sense her trepidation and leaned down to place a small kiss on the top of her head.

“You thought bringing it up might be what would finally cause me to compel you.” Not a surprise; he’d guessed it before, when he’d wondered why she’d taken everything without much complaint back then. Oh, there were arguments of course, but she’d usually backed down, despite the looks of absolute rancor in her gaze.

She shrugged again, unwilling to say it, but her mind sent a tendril of assent. Astarion let out a rough exhale. “We both know, Ban; there’s little point in refusing to articulate the truth with words. You offered me your submission in and out of our bed in the hopes of reigniting what we’d had in the days before the rite - your vulnerability in exchange for my heart.”

It had failed, of course. “I gave nothing back, save anger and aggression; the feeling of you pulling away was so painful it served as cause to hide myself even further away. I thought I would spare myself heartache, but it merely caused you to put even more distance between us.” He laughed humorlessly. “Ironic, isn’t it? I’d worsened the very trait I’d wished to banish.”

Small threads of apprehension began to weave through him, despite his earlier confidence. Might he have pushed too far again? His heart began to race in his chest and he frantically searched for something to say - anything, really, just to mitigate any damage because it can’t happen again-

It’s alright. Her presence in his mind, wrapping her thoughts around his; there was nothing there but affection and slight concern, a gentle press of love that urged him to slow down his breathing and his frantic heart.

“Irony or not, it no longer matters. None of it does. We’re here now, and last time… I enjoyed it,” she reassured. “More than you’ll ever know.” Her mind searched for the memories, opening them up like roses in bloom, allowing him to bask in them, in her desire for him, heavy with renewed trust and faith. Love, deep and seemingly infinite, a font without end.

Astarion rubbed her shoulder absently; his heart soaring, recognizing what she was truly offering: not just a thing to explore during sex, but trust. “I suppose you did. In fact, you seemed to rather take a lot of pleasure in being stubborn as well,” he reminded. “Which, if we are to progress further… at your pace, of course,” the hand on her shoulder tightened a fraction as the sheer relief bolsters his confidence, “we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?”

She smiled at this, head still tilted back. “Sure, we could. We will negotiate and renegotiate as needed. But right now…” and that smile became a grin, “don’t waste the view; kiss me.”

He laughed at that, more relief than anything else, then pulled her close, fingers closing around her exposed throat teasingly. “It would be my pleasure, darling,” he purred, leaning down to do her bidding.

Her lips were cool and soft against his own. The grip on his shoulder however, was strong, fingers digging into his jacket - a good reminder, he thought. She could choose to pull away at any moment; she would be strong enough to wrest away from him. He’d let her go in a fraction of a second if she pulled away, of course, but he hoped she found comfort in her own strength.

But she gave in to him again, giving him her faith and vulnerability and love, and his heart had never felt more full.

The soft heat of his breaths met her cooler ones, a pleasant mix that Astarion moaned into as she put a palm over his cock. He rolled his hips against the touch, and the boat shifted a little in response, eliciting a quiet huff of amusement.

“Going to be a slight challenge,” he breathed, “if you really want to do this in this dinghy.”

Turning between his legs, she faced him with a smirk tugging her lips. “You’ll just have to let me have my way with you, and stay very still.” Her hand tugged his shirt free from his trousers, splaying a hand on his abdomen.

Astarion swallowed. “If you’re doing this as a defense or as a way to divert my attention, Ban, know that you needn’t. I don’t require you to- ahh,” he groaned; the hand on his belly had slipped lower, playfully tracing the outline of his hipbone as it skated downwards.

“Fine,” he hissed, hands flying to his trousers to undo the laces and tug them down; a quick lift of his hips and they’re down around his ankles. “If you- fine; on one condition: you’ll have to take me in your mouth when I come. I won’t have this jacket or this shirt ruined.”

The hand drew ever closer to his cock, its movement painfully slow and teasing.

“Gods. Look - everything is white. We can just have it laundered. Or you could take them off…” She rolled her eyes at him. “But go ahead, give another condition if you really want to pretend you’re still in control of all this.” The smirk on her face merely intensified his want; fingers touched his cockhead and he jerked violently, the boat swaying again.

A smile grew on his face, all teeth and just a little bit mischievous. “Anything? You’ll regret that, you know.”

“I’m eager to prove you wrong.” Ban replied without missing a beat, helping him kick off his shoes and trousers. She positioned herself on the floor, movements slow so as to not jostle the boat, sitting even further between his legs. She quickly removed his jacket and shirt, tossing them onto the pile before wrapping a hand around him, the first strokes gentle and soft. Astarion couldn’t help but watch her hand, fighting the urge to rut.

I’m eager to prove you wrong. How was he supposed to counter that, when she was touching him like that, and oh what in the hells-

He looked down to see her other hand cupping his balls, kneading gently, an intensely wonderful feeling that ended all too soon as her hand moved beyond them. He started to object, before he realized she was moving her hand behind, and a finger touched him there; his heart fluttered deliciously in anticipation.

“Fuck, Ban,” he managed to groan as the pad of her finger gently traced circles around his entrance; he instantly tilted his hips to provide better access. “You utterly depraved minx. I ought to punish you for this.”

“Then do so,” she said, not bothering to look him in the eye or even pause. “Please.”

Scrambling for something, he uttered the first thing that came to mind. “Fine. You can’t touch me for a tenday, since you seem so unable to control yourself.” The moment he said it he cursed himself; that would mean he’d suffer too. “I will touch you as much as I please, but you-” he grinned, “you will not lay so much as a finger on me for the entire time,” he tacked on hurriedly.

Ban stilled then looked at him, thinking. “Did you not want me to?” There was concern in that gaze, and Astarion vehemently shook his head.

“No. No. Just… the first thing that came to mind,” he admitted. “You’ve always seemed to derive such pleasure from touching me, from making me feel-“ a soft moan, as her hands resumed moving, his cock was stroked slightly faster and the finger tested his entrance, “-that.”

“It’s nice, bringing you the pleasure you’ve always deserved,” she replied. “Bringing you bliss that you need not reciprocate. Showing you that you are valued. Loved.” She purred the last word, knowing exactly what it would do to him.

Astarion sighed contentedly, hands settling on the boat, holding on for dear life and rapidly losing the fight to keep still; his hips twitched involuntarily here and there, muscles spasming. “The concern is appreciated, but I do enjoy reciprocating.” She swiped a thumb over his slit, causing him to squirm.

“Let’s make it fair,” Ban suggested. “You can’t touch yourself, either. Nor can you touch me.”

Astarion laughed, haughty and unconcerned. “No, my love. This is a punishment. Your punishment. Fair does not enter into it, nor are you in any position to dictate the terms of this little game. I will not seek my own release, nor will you yours, but I shall touch you whenever I want.” Ban snorted, and he shot her a dark and incredulous look, one that wasn’t very effective considering their current situation.

What she’d just said about showing him he’s loved doesn’t go unnoticed, either: he’d realized what she’d been doing, had suspected it before, and was greatly appreciative. But this was a fun game, and he reasoned one of them would give in well before the tenday is out. Probably himself, he figured.

“We are agreed,” Ban nodded. “You better come hard then, because you won’t be getting anything for a while.”

“Easier than you think,” he rasped; her finger had slowly begun pushing inside him, the all-too-pleasant feeling only adding to the rising pressure in his core. He looked back up at the night sky, reminded of their nights here, in the camp. How she had taken so much joy in finally being allowed to touch him, to learn how his body responded to her, to bring him the pleasure she insisted he so deserved and to show him how much she cared for him.

The knuckles gripping the boat were white, his feet planted firmly to keep himself steady. His hips rolled once, and again the boat bobbed. He exhaled, frustrated. He had to stay still even as her hand stroked his cock, from base to hot, swollen tip, fingers dragging deliciously and squeezing at the head, gods he wasn’t going to last between this and her finger.

“Tell me what you’ll do after the tenday has passed,” Ban urged.

A low groan, and he opened his mouth, babbling. “I’ll pin you against the wall, spread your legs, shove myself in you, deep inside you - carry you to bed, fold you in fucking half, Ban, bury myself to the hilt in you again and again, just the way you like it. I’ll make you feel so good you’ll cry, you’ll beg, you’ll pray, but there will be no gods, there will be only me, only us, and I’ll show you just how much I’ll have missed your- ngh.”

The hand on his cock had sped up; Astarion gave up, his hips now undulated in time with Ban’s hand, the boat swaying merrily in the still water. His ass lifted off the seat with each upward thrust then sank down onto her finger. Close, so very close, the world coalescing into just her finger and the hand squeezing him and touching him where no other ever will, where only love is allowed to tread now-

His cry broke the silence; Astarion looked down in time to see himself come. His seed decorated his stomach and chest as Ban stroked out every drop; a little missed him entirely and landed on the seat. He didn’t even care, riding the feeling, his grip on the boat finally falling slack as he sank down. Ban removed her finger as he did, fondling his balls one last time; she stroked him through the remnants of his release and then let go, returning briefly to clean his skin with a handkerchief.

He tugged her up to him for a rough, quick kiss. He slipped his tongue between her parted lips, exploring and tasting her. She moved to deepen the kiss; he allowed it for a fraction of a second, then pulled away after one last nip on her bottom lip. A tenday, he thought, intending to win this little game of theirs. Ban sighed in contentment and leaned against his chest. “Beautiful view indeed,” she mused.

“Thank you,” she murmured, smiling up at him. “I didn’t expect you to bring me here of all places, but… it is lovely.”

He was surprised and delighted; he gently placed a hand on her side, the fabric of her dress smooth against his palm. The boat had since come to a standstill, barely moving across the surface of the water, still and dark as though made of glass. He peered over and saw his own visage, something he hadn’t been able to do for so long and yet already felt so mundane.

“I didn’t bring us here expecting a conversation about all that; we’ve come here to take your mind off your family, which I am certain we have accomplished with a certain… panache,” he teased; this earned a quick smack to his knee, “and, well. Your mist form does need some practice.”

She let out a small pfft of feigned irritation, but wrapped her arms around him, pressing close and nuzzling against him; the boat shifted yet again at the movement. Astarion held her in turn, resting his head atop hers.

“Mm.” A kiss was placed over his breast, over his heart. She peered up at him, and he found her eyes so wonderfully soft and warm. “Again. Thank you, love. This… this was wonderful. Magical.”

He snorted. “If you want magical, darling, go ask Gale; I’m sure he would be more than happy to accommodate- Ban!” She shoved him and he held her tighter in response, a snicker escaping him.

“I fall, you fall,” he hissed, nipping at her neck, fangs grazing the skin.

“Isn’t it always just so,” Ban remarked, playfully mimicking his cadence, grasping Astarion’s nape, fingers stroking the errant curls on the base of his neck.

He leaned back into her touch, a soft shudder running through him. “I know I just came, but…”

“Not even a full hour and you’re admitting defeat?” Ban teased; her hand deliberately moved to touch the tip of one still-flushed ear.

“Of course not. Merely stating facts. Ah-ah,” he pulled the hand away, “no teasing. We’ll stick to kissing and… well. Cuddles,” he winced internally at the word, “would be acceptable too. At least until we begin the game in earnest.” Astarion tried for haughty but it came out tender; he sighed, frustrated.

“In hindsight, we ought to push it back until after everything’s over,” he suggested, a little cautiously. It wouldn’t do well to have this happening at the same time as Ban’s family’s visit; it was sure to dredge up a lot of unpleasant memories, and he intended to be there for her in every possible way. This would merely be a hindrance.

She was silent for a second, the mirth slipping away at the reminder. Then, she nodded. She offered him a small smile and mouthed Thank you. He returned it with a smile of his own, tender, his heart filled with an intense need to keep her smiling that way, no matter what.

Smitten, he thought to himself. There was no other word for it.

It may not be on the morrow, but he found himself rather excited for when they begin their little game.

It would be a long tenday.

Note: As part of the edits @editing-by-night and I are making on Whither, we have decided to shift into the past tense. Next week's chapter will be in that tense, and we shall be changing the tenses on the other chapters of Remember as well. No other edits will be made to Remember.

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If you would like to see more of these two and their story, consider reading my other entries in the series "If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there."

I am happy to announce that 'Whither is thy beloved gone?' is getting professionally edited as well. I shall keep everyone abreast of when these changes go live. Thank you!

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Delicate, Roger Taylor

Word Count: 900~

Everyone knows Roger is a constant complainer. Not to mention one of his favorite hobbies is bickering with his bandmates. However, there's something Roger is excellent at doing - getting attention one way or another from me, his girlfriend.

"Lovie," I hear Roger yell from his 'office' (a room with a drum set and soundproof walls). His voice gives away his neediness, and I can't help but smile to myself with a shake of my head. Lifting the TV remote from my lap, I mute the telly as I turn away from the random show and look toward the hallway. "I need you!" he further adds, making me let out a little laugh in response to his dramatic voice.

Standing from the couch, I head toward the room at the end of the hallway before opening the door to see Roger sitting beside his drum-set, rubbing his hand as if he hurt it. The room is the same way it was yesterday, meaning he barely started practicing after sitting down. Not to mention his long blond hair is still combed down rather splayed everywhere due to his sporadic movements while drumming. That's definitely not normal for Roger

"Are you okay, honey?" I ask, moving closer to sit across from him. Once I do, he scoots forward and plants his head onto my lap where he nuzzles into me while sighing. I can tell he's stressed out - it's evident in his breathing and slightly scrunched face.

"No, I'm not," Roger gently confesses, bringing his hands up to lay in my lap as well. His fingers gently knead against the skin of my thighs for a few seconds before Roger stops with almost a pained hiss. "My... my hands keep cramping," he explains, laying them back on my legs. "They've started hurting terribly."

"Would you like me to rub them?" I ask Roger, reaching down toward his hands. Looking back up at me, Roger slyly smirks to which I squint my eyes at him with a small, "Or not," My words quickly shut down his comment, Roger giving in with a small 'hmph'. He can't even last ten seconds without his mind jumping to something dirty.

Taking his hands in mine, I hold them up to my eyes and frown at the purple and red splotches that cover Roger's fingertips. "Roger, baby," I mutter, running my thumbs over his warm palms. Looking back at me, he lightly smiles and tries to brush my worries off, but I don't let him. "Stay here," I tell him before standing from the wooden floor and heading out into the hall.

Once I'm in our bedroom, I quickly grab the lavender hand lotion from my side table drawer and turn around, only to find Roger entering our room a few seconds after me. Instead of doing like I said and staying in his drumming room, Roger plants himself on our bed where he lays back and gestures for me to join him. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?" I tease him, causing a smile to rise to the blond's lips.

"The drum floor is quite uncomfortable, dear," he tells me, patting his lap. "Come. Sit." Roger adds, now smirking.

"Oh, God, Rog," I almost exclaim, fighting my ever-growing smile and red blush. Tossing the bottle of hand lotion toward him, I point toward him. "And to think I was going to massage your hands in thanks for all your hard work!"

Instantly, his smirk drops and he's sitting straight up rather than lying back. "I promise I'll be good," he states almost as if he were a child begging to go somewhere. "Please, I won't make any more dirty comments."

At his begging, I wait a few seconds before giving up the fight to not smile and letting out a dramatic sigh. "That's impossible for you," I tell him, plopping down on his lap and taking his hands in mine. He must've thought I wasn't going to accept his previous invitation going by the slightly shocked look that takes over his face only to be taken over by bliss.

Once I'm finished massaging his first hand, I start massaging the other one, only to let out a small laugh as I do so. "What?" Roger pipes up, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and a curious smile. He's so relaxed, that he could probably fall asleep right now.

At his question, I smile back before pressing our hands together, palm to palm. "Your hands are so much bigger than mine," I note, moving my fingers to go between his. "And yet, they fit so perfectly together..."

"Maybe it's because we're meant to be together," Roger concludes, rolling us over so we can lie beside each other. He instantly pulls me into his arms as soon as he can, pressing me to his chest as I simply savor the closeness of our hold. "Wouldnt you agree?" He asks, making me smile up at him.

However, before any more time passes, Roger quickly presses his lips to mine for a few moments until he pulls away, smiling as he stares down at me with nothing but gentleness in his eyes. Squeezing our still interlocked hands, he leans close enough to place his lips on mine once again, but surprisingly, he doesn't, and instead, he chooses to speak up once more. "But then again, I've always known that~"

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asianwhumpgalore · 12 days

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Ripe Town (繁城之下) | Cdrama | Whump List

Genre: Historical, Mystery, Thriller

Synopsis: In the 37th year of the Wan Li Period of the Ming Dynasty, there were successive murders in the county seat of Jiangnan County. The unrelated corpses were arranged in bizarre poses, and there was a sentence left at the scene of each case. As the apprentice of the first victim, Xiaohu Kuaiqu Sanren cooperated with his friends to launch an investigation. With the deepening of the investigation, the three religions and nine streams, local farmers, workers, and merchants of all colors appeared one after another. Amidst the fog, an old case from ten years ago surfaced. Who would the murderer be, and for what purpose?

Length: 12 eps

Whump meter: ▲▲▲◭△

✨Truly a one-of-a-kind sort of drama. Felt so real and every single actor NAILED their role. Plenty whump too ✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Child abuse, usual historical cdrama CWs ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution ⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Qu Sangeng played by Bai Yu Fan (白宇帆)

Ep 1 | [02:00] In shock upon finding his mentor's corpse, falls to the ground, screams | Tearing up | [10:05] (in past) Pulled out of a fight (arm dislocated but not revealed until later), thrown to the ground, bruised eye, concern for him | [12:15] (in past) wound treated by mentor, lying on the table, arm massaged, arm slowly relocated, groans, in pain.

Ep 2 | Drunk, pulled away from a fight, restrained | [28:30] Sees his deceased mentor in the room with him, crying | [32:27] Getting drunk by himself, trips and falls to the ground, struggling to get up, struggling to walk, groans, water thrown on him to sober him up.

Ep 3 | None.

Ep 4 | No appearance.

Ep 5 | [03:45] Lying on a bench awaiting punishment, sweating, flogged repeatedly, gasping softly, flogged again, in pain, struggling to talk, berated, panting | [21:10] Hit in the face with cloth full of powder, stumbles back, coughing, leans against a wall for support, beaten with a pole, restrained by either arm and beaten repeatedly, crying out in pain, saved, falls to his knees, leaning against the wall, clutches leg, struggling to get up | [44:10] Walking with a crutch for the rest of the episode.

Ep 6 | [10:15] Struggling to walk, holding onto the wall for support, clutching leg, limping, arrested | [12:38] Tied up with rope, kneeling in front of superior, wrongly accused | [17:35] Made to count the punishment of his peers, berated, made to punish his friend, restrained | [26:10] Manhandled onto the bench and made to lie down, repeatedly flogged, struggling to talk | Imprisoned (off screen), in a cell.

Ep 7-9 | None.

Ep 10 | No appearance.

Ep 11 | Fought.

Ep 12 | [57:26] Restrained by either arm, held down | Tied up, beaten with a cane, made to look up with the tip of the cane | [ 01:05:45] Sees ally dead, struggling to hold back tears, trembling, shaky voice, crying, leans against table, voice cracks, struggling to walk as he cries, blames self for the death of his ally and peers, trips and catches himself on the side of table, sobbing | Teary eyed, comforted by friend.

#asian whump #whump list #whump #cdrama #chinese drama #ripe town #繁城之下 #bai yu fan

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi there! I love all your writing sm! Like it's so good I can't even explain how much I love it ❤️‍🔥 anyways, I was wondering if you could do something where tbb reacts to their gf teasing them by riding them slowly? If you can't, that's totally fine! No pressure 😁

Aloha! Thanks! Love to read that! ❤️‍ Oooh, I see... ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Well, let me do my thing 😁

The Bad Batch x F!Reader Spicy HC's - Slow Ride

Warnings: 18 + / Sexual Themes / Suggestive / Teasing / Filth

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Hunter

He enjoys your ride. Normally he is more the dominant part, but Hunter doesn't mind healthy variety. He also enjoys the sight of you sitting on him. As you slow down, he looks at you questioningly, but he can tell right away by the look on your face that you're up to something.

"Teasing me?"

Your smirk tells him he's right. Hunter lets you do your thing for quite a while, but eventually and finally, he starts to buck his hips up. His hands grab your hips as he thrusts upward into you.

"Come on, sweetheart, you've kept me waiting long enough," he teases you.

You can barely hold yourself back, and that he suddenly takes the lead again from his position actually pleases you.

"Even in this position, you're going to give it to me?"

Hunter grins at you, increasing his pace.

"You bet I am"

You shift your position, so he stimulates just the right spots. His hands are firmly on your hips as he fucks you until you collapse on top of him with a heavy moan, your pussy tightening around his cock.

Echo

He's fully focused on the sight of you, on how it feels to have you riding his cock. His hand plays with your breasts, his scomp link rubs gently over your clit. As you slow down, he looks at you in wonder.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to drag this out a bit, I like having you inside me".

He smiles.

"Is that so?" he asks, still smirking, "I have a feeling you just want to tease me".

You laugh softly, "That too."

Echo has the patience of an angel, he whimpers and moans under you, but he doesn't try to take the lead from you. He is at your mercy and even though he longs for relief, at the same time he enjoys this power you have over him right now.

He finally says, "Come on, darling, I've been a good boy, haven't I?"

You nod and bite your lower lip.

" Then give it to me, love."

His eyes widen as you pick up the pace again. When he comes it's intense, and he's louder than usual, his hand clamps onto your hip and his hips shoot up automatically as he comes inside you while your pussy clamps onto his cock.

Wrecker

The first few times, sitting on him was the only way to have sex with Wrecker. He's huge, so it took you a while to get used to it. Even today, the riding position is still a regular go to for you.

He smirks at you as he lies there beneath you, your hands propped on his massive chest. His hands are clasped behind his head. He loves it when you ride him, and he can look at you in peace while your little pussy massages his huge cock.

As you slow down, he knows you're teasing him. He holds back because he knows how strong he is, even though he's actually well in control, he's still afraid he might hurt you in the heat of the moment.

"Mesh'la, please don't tease me for too long, I don't know how long I can take it," he finally squeezes out, teeth half clenched, fighting the urge to grab you.

You praise him, "You've done a wonderful job for me, Wrecker. It's time I rewarded you."

He nods in agreement and stares at you expectantly. As you begin to ride faster, a deep, relieved sigh comes from his chest.

"Oh, yeah, that's good, Mesh'la, keep going."

His hands claw at the frame of the bed, which creaks and groans protestingly under his hard grip as your wet wicket tightens around his hard cock and you both climax.

Tech

He's under the console, you're alone on the ship. You haven't even undressed him properly. You came naked into the cockpit while he is busy with work. You haven't been alone for a while, and Tech is often impossible to get away from work, so you took the initiative. Codpiece and pants were quickly opened. And now you sit on his lap while he whimpers and moans beneath you.

He has long since dropped his tools, his long, slender fingers rest on your hips. At first, he may have been surprised and maybe even frightened, but he is glad that you surprised him. He has missed this very much, too.

However, as you slow down, so slow that you barely move on top of him, he looks up at you questioningly.

"Cy-Cyare?"

"I'm mad at you."

He blinks.

"Really? Now?"

Seeing your critical look, he quickly changes his tone.

"I mean, really? Why? What did I do?"

"It's more about what you didn't do. You've let way too many opportunities to be alone with me go by because of your work."

Tech moves a little nervously under you, his cock twitching in your pussy.

"But the work has to be done"

"Not all at once, Hunter already told you that too".

Tech nods, "Okay you're right, I'm sorry".

"You want me to keep going?"

Tech looks at you pleadingly, "Please."

You lean down to him, and he clasps his arms around you, kissing your face and neck.

"I'll make more time for you, I promise".

As you resume your ride, a shaky, relieved moan comes out of his mouth.

Crosshair

It is rare that he allows you to take the lead. Today is one of those days. Giving you the lead is one thing, but he won't let you dominate him. The critical look he gives you as you slow down speaks volumes.

"You don't tease me"

It's not a question but a statement, almost something like a threat. You know you're provoking him in a way, but that's exactly what you want. When you finally stop completely, he growls impatiently and rolls around with you so you're under him.

"What did I just tell you? No teasing."

You grin at him and he shakes his head.

"Naughty, kitten"

He pins you under him and begins to thrust, one hand on your neck, one on your hip. He's a little rougher than usual, more demanding, but that's what you'd wanted to tease out of him. It works every time. Clever as he is, he falls for it every time, but maybe he doesn't mind, maybe Crosshair just lets you play your little game.

His thrusts are getting faster and faster. The moment you come, you're both sweaty and panting. You cling to him, and he pushes his lap deep into yours one last time as your pussy twitches around his ejaculating cock.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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smileydk · 5 months

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2:39 AM

Pairing: non-idol!Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jiwoo, insomnia, Jungkook, for once he's asleep at a reasonable time, but since his girlfriend can't sleep, he can't sleep. Well, she woke him up, but tomatoe tomatoh

cw/tw: fluff, established relationship, kisses, cuddling, VERY SHORT

Note: Based on my own one shot about Seungcheol at 3:00 AM

Jungkook was asleep, as one would at 2:30 AM. And most of the times when he slept he might as well have been dead. He was impossible to wake when he finally fell asleep, for real.

This night however was different, he wasn't that deep-dead asleep, but he was asleep.

Jiwoo was wide awake. She couldn't sleep. Why she did not know, but she couldn't fall asleep. No thoughts were going through her head, it was just one of those sleepless nights.

Her hand reached down to her waist, around which Jungkook's arm was wrapped, and allowed her pointer finger to trace all of his tattoos.

She always wanted to get a tattoo, but she never had the time, guts or money. And she loved Jungkook’s tattoo sleeve. It was colorful, added to his aesthetic, and holy fuck it was attractive.

Apparently her light touch tickled as Jungkook's arm tightened around her waist. He pulled her closer and nestled his nose further into her hair.

''Stop that, it tickles'' His tired, raspy voice whispered as he tried getting comfy to fall back to sleep

''I can't sleep~'' Jiwoo whined and turned around, still in Jungkook's arms.

''I don't care, I have to get up in three hours, you don't. Let me sleep'' Jungkook glared at his girlfriend through tired eyes.

Jiwoo couldn't help herself. She reached out and squeezed Jungkook's cheeks gently. ''You're so squishy'' She completely ignored his complaints.

The man couldn't help the smile that grew on his lips. She was just too adorable. He pulled her even closer and kissed her forehead. ''Please go to sleep''

''I would if I could!'' She exclaimed and pouted.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. In a lazy manner he started peppering pher face with kisses. Jiwoo couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips. Jungkook’s smile widened. Her laugh was like music to his ears.

''Tell me what’s on your mind. I know it’s something since you can’t sleep''

''Nothing. It’s just… one of those sleepless nights''

The man let out a quiet sigh. Not a tired sigh. A sigh filled with empathy. He felt bad for Jiwoo. She’d always had a hard time sleeping.

He didn’t know what to do. He simply held her in his arms and kissed the crown of her head.

Jiwoo smiled as he held her. He was the perfect person.

Maybe it was because the clock was 2:39 AM, or maybe it was because Jiwoo realized she found her it person, or fatigue, or just a little bit of everything.

Regardless of the reason, tears started flowing.

Jungkook could feel her body shake as she sobbed quietly. He pulled away and looked down at her. A small chuckle left his lips. ''Why are you crying, Princess?''

''I don’t know'' She sobbed quietly.

Jungkook chuckled and held her face in his hands. He ran his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing. He leaned in kissed her lips. ''You’re too pretty to cry, stop!''

A pout firmed on Jiwoo’s lips. ''I can’t help it''

''When was the last time you slept?''

''Yesterday…'' The man raised an eyebrow. ''…2 hours…''

''Aish…'' Jungkook wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist and pulled her on top of him.

A small shriek left Jiwoo’s lips as she landed chest to chest with her boyfriend. She wiped her eyes before she rested her head on the back of her hands.

They just laid there in silence, staring into each others eyes. Jungkook played with a lock on Jiwoo’s head while Jiwoo just laid there, smiling in admiration. Jungkook was the best boyfriend in the entire world.

A small yawn left Jiwoo’s lips as Jungkook fingers ran across her scalp. A small smile grew on the man’s lips. His little head massage seemed to work wonders for her insomnia.

Jiwoo’s eyes closed and soon quiet snores left her lips. Jungkook smiled in satisfaction. He kissed her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ears.

''Sleep tight, Princess''

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samiwife · 4 months

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This might sound cray cray but can i… could i possibly request a richard barbieri smut??? 🫣🫣

Yeah, you got it! Thanks 4 the request

Life Update: Sorry, I haven't answered your guy's request. But there's a reason for it. I've been struggling with my mental health lately. I was recently diagnosed with depression and anxiety so I have just been trying to focus on myself and my health. Not to mention it doesn't help I went through a breakup. So please be patient. But anyway, enough about my life. Enjoy the new story.

Magazines and Clothes 𓆩♡𓆪 (Richard Barbieri x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

☾ ⋆*= Incorrect Quotes

Richard was always quiet. He would never smile either. The only time he smiled was when you asked him to be yours. You were shaking so much. Richard seemed so emotionless. But, with you. He seems to be happier. He was more talkative and less shy. You and Richard lived in an apartment together and have been happy ever since. You walked to Richard's studio where he's been creating new key sounds for the band the whole day.

"Hey honey, how's it coming along?" You asked rubbing Richard's shoulders. Richard turns his head and looks at you deeply.

"It's coming along okay, I still need to record and send it," Richard explained turning his head back to his keyboard and playing.

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything. Okay?" You said ruffling your finger through his dark hair. Richard looked up and nodded to you. You smiled and kissed the side of his head. Richard blushed and continued to play his keyboard. You walked out of the studio went to your bedroom and took a magazine off the shelf. You began to read for the next hour till you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" You should as you flipped through the pages of the magazine. Richard walked in and plopped himself on the bed tiredly. You smiled and rubbed his hair.

"You finally finished your recording?" You said smiling and massaging his head. Richard turns his head and chuckles lightly. Richard sighs and sits up.

"Could you make me a cup of tea?" Richard asks with pleading eyes. You kissed his cheek and got up.

"Yes of course, could you sit in the kitchen with me as I make it?" You asked with your hand on his cheek. Richard nods and follows you to the kitchen. You placed the magazine you were reading on the table. Richard looks over and begins to read the magazine as well. You placed a kettle on the stove. You waited for the water to boil

"So you're interested in the magazine hmm?" You said leaning over the table and smiling at Richard. Richard looks up and looks back down again. He continued to flip through the pages till a page caught his eye. It was the lingerie page. Richard's face turns bright red and he quickly closes the magazine. You begin to giggle and walk to the stove and shut it off.

"You're so silly Richard. What type of tea do you want?" You asked Richard who was still blushing.

"U-uh just black tea," Richard said shyly. You nod and turn around to grab a mug and the tea bags. You filled the mug with hot water and placed the teabag in the mug. You pushed the mug towards Richard.

"Thank you Y/N," Richard said as he sipped. You smiled and nodded. You looked down as instinct and saw Richard covering his crotch. You snickered a bit and leaned closer to Richard's ear.

"Richard if you were horny then why didn't you just say anything." You whispered causing him to blush brighter than ever before. Ricahrd's face grew redder.

"Y-Y/N, I'm sorry. I've been stressed out and everything." Richard said still nervous. You chuckled stood up and walked next to Richard. You leaned Richard in and kissed him.

"How about you lead with this one Richard" You whispered. Richard nodded and grabbed you by the hand. He led you to the bedroom and gently pushed you on top of the bed. Richard wrapped his hands around your waist and began kissing down your neck. You ran your finger through his hair. Richard slid your skirt off and you quickly stripped for Richard. Richard ran his hands down your thighs and slowly pulled them apart. Richard was wearing a tie at the time, and you roughly pulled him in.

"Don't keep me waiting, fuck me." You whispered in Richard's ear. His cheek flushed red and nods. Richard enters in, quickly moans. His moan embarrassed him, and he quickly covered his mouth. You chuckle and remove his hand from his mouth.

"Moan for me, Richard," You said smiling, Richard chuckled and began thrusting back and forth. Richard moans your name as he thrusted. He was very gentle and soft. You moaned out his name. Richard leaned down and left kisses on the crook of your neck.

"Y-Y/N, I'm about to come," Richard moaned out. You moaned a response. Richard continued to thrust until you felt warmth fill your clit. Richard pulled out and laid next to you. You took a minute to catch your breath. You turned to face Richard. You smiled and topped him and began to kiss him up and down.

"You did so good for me Richard." You said leaving hickeys around his neck. Richard smiled and sat up. Richard began to kiss your lips and he bridal carried you to the bathroom.

#80s rock #80s music #fanfiction #japan band #japan band fanfic #japan band x reader #richard barbieri imagines #richard barbieri x reader #richard barbieri fanfic #richard barbieri

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doux-secrets-tendres-emois · 8 months

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D´une pronemade sur la plage, mon regard se figea littéralement lorsque je t´ai vu.

Le soleil brillait sur tes douces courbes, mes yeux se sont transpercés en une fraction de seconde sous leurs éclat.

Une frénésie de passion avait envie de les caresser, de les parsemer d´intentions charnelles.

Assis auprès de toi et d´un doigt directeur, je dessinais chaque sinuosité de ton esprit de Femme, ta peau était douce et chaude et

l´envie de te procurer du plaisir en

t´embrassant intensément devait réalité.

Tu te tenais à portée de tous mes désirs et je commençai à te sentir fébrile de sensations lorsque mes baisers se déposait sur ton esprit, ton corps se mettait en émoi sous le toucher velours des mes lèvres.

Voyant de petites ondulations te parcourir intensément, de perles de sueurs apparaissent délicatement et je venais les chercher avec de tendres baisers pour notre plus grand plaisir. Ton odeur me fascinait avec ce mélange sucré de tes pores et celui salé des embruns, le tout arrosé de cette chaleur aux doux reflets brillant quel délicieux supplice et rien que de penser de ce que cela va être lorsque je goutterai ton elixir, d´ailleurs j´en avais déjà l'eau à la bouche.

Tout cela m’aliène dans une démence en tous points d´excitations, mes mains te parcouraient délicatement le long de ton dos tandis que l´autre s´affèrait sur tes rondeurs asymétrique de tes fesses le tout pour t´offrir un massage digne de ce nom.

Nos pensées fusionnent, dénonçant toute

l´intensité de notre ébat.

Je devenais totalement sous ton emprise sans donner le temps à mes défenses de pouvoir surgir car tu m´as littéralement drogué à en devenir Lover'sdose de Toi.

Mon étreinte continuait à te découvrir plus intimement, laissant libre cour à mon imagination et chacune de mes caresses déculplait mon excitation si fébrile,tu te retournes, pour m´offrir ton trésor et d´un large baiser mutuel, il nous transporte dans les éffluves caniculaire de la jouissance.

Ma respiration irrégulière devient haletante

d´envie et je perds le peu de contrôle qu´il me reste car au plus profond de moi sommeille le désir de toi.

Tu m´attiras vers notre lieu d´amour là où la passion s´anchevêtre de tous nos instants car je garde sous les sept clefs du plaisir, la chaleur incandescente de mon cœur dans la fureur de notre passion.

SensuElle'ment Toi

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sheldoney · 4 months

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She smirked at his counter on what he used, giggling at his touch as she squirmed against his body.

"Awww... c'mon relax. I think you've come back home from paintball worse than this and why separate. I'll have you know yer' missing out on this," she said playfully before massaging his scalp.

" Thai does sound good."

"I will order your usual then," He said getting dressed in his pajamas and robe as he headed into the bathroom to take a shower. "Here." Sheldon tossed Harley one of his old t-shirts. It was a Batman t-shirt. "Put this on in case Leonard barges in," he said rolling his eyes.

@qu-tipie

#qu tipie #(sharley.)#(verse tbn.)

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oculusxcaro · 10 months

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BOLD what your muse can do. italicize for something they can do to some extent.

repost !! do not reblog !!

bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / drive a submarine / speak a second language / dance / catch a fish / play an instrument / throw a punch / build a deck / ice skate / unclog a drain / program a computer / change a flat tire / fire a gun / sew / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry / change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a backflip / play chess / give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive calligraphy / use an electric drill / braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles / wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump start a car / roll their tongue / do magic tricks / do yoga / tie a tie / skip a rock / shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane / train animals / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / write in a second language / say the alphabet backwards / read music / cook complex meals / change oil / paint nails / draw / socialize / march / take apart a gun / drive a rig / operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first aid / draw blood / put out a fire

Tagged byStolen from: @gnarledbite Tagging: @awolxsiblings, @bdybag, @elisethetraveller, @goldenmedic, @halfghcst, @pains-illusions, @qu-tipie, @sheldoney, @the-rorschach-mask (and anybody else who wants to do this??)

#🌈 || dashboard games #🌈 || memes #🌈 || character sheet #Starting off light today!#I had my ass full of chores yesterday so I'm definitely focusing on writing today #Bloody aching all over #This was fun to do though!#Khare can do a few things #Not a great amount and her affliction has affected some faculties #Like being able to play chess #Now she struggles to remember how #Some things are new skills being learned like stitching wounds

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Hi, I don't know if you're able to help me but I have top surgery in 2 months and I've heard that you should exercise before the surgery. I haven't really exercised because of my dysphoria and depression, and I'm now feeling very anxious about it... I'm scared my results will look bad because of not exercising and building muscle before the surgery. I am fairly healthy and thin but I definitely don't have much muscles - which doesn't really bother me. I'm just scared I have ruined my top surgery :(

So for exercise tips I’m prob not the best person to go to BUT—

Let’s look at a few things about this:

Post op, the things I have heard from MANY people is that it is incredibly important to do small stretches and massage the areas you’ve been operated on + the surrounding area in order to keep up/rebuild your range of movement. So it looks like some of the most important things are to rebuild range of movement in the arms/shoulders and to prevent muscular atrophy in the chest/shoulders/arms.

Pre op, depending on type of top surgery prep is going to look different, but since you mention muscles I’m going to assume it’s within the mastectomy category which can be varied in a lot of ways. Your insurance may require you to be on HRT for 18+ months without a single missed dose, your dr may or may not recommend HRT or exercise, and many drs have had many patients who didn’t have exceptional chest muscles, so you’re more than likely going to be FINE. More than fine. However many drs have said having SOME build up of muscle makes it EASIER for them to reconstruct the area in the later stages of surgery and many people who get mastectomies will say it’s easier to hide certain scars (if that’s what you wish to do) if there’s a build up of some muscle.

I also try doing the exercise thing and between time, fatigue, disability, it’s a pain in the ass, let me tell you.

Maybe the best thing is for you to combine something easy and simple with something else. For example, if you watch a lot of TV, you can add some simple stretches to that to increase mobility and to set a routine for yourself. I think the absolute hardest thing about exercise is the routine part.

You have most definitely not ruined your chances of top surgery, so try not to think too much about that.

I’m going to drop some links, as a disclaimer I haven’t gone through all of them but here they are:

TikTok Tony is a Top Surgery Dr he’s great:

This one is just about a book btw

And when I tried finding something about exercising with depression this was the only thing that fit what I was looking for

If top surgery is something you want/need, you’ve prob already done some research on it, so I say def go back to that as well and look to see what others have done. There’s plethora of guides and testimonials nowadays. Try not to be so hard on yourself too.

EDIT: totally missed the part where you said you had top surgery in two months 😭 omg that’s so great 😭 congrats!!!!🎈🍾🎉🎊 if your team has resources for therapy to deal with the stress of surgery etc I do recommend checking that out though. Follow your surgeons directions, do your stretches and massages, and do your best to take care of yourself and get plenty of rest 💕

#trans #top surgery #ask

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aggimaginary · 2 years

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The Bad Guys (my version) - Goodness Exercises (chapter 5)

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The next day, over at a large, beautiful compound on a grassy green hill near the street, Marmalade was getting ready for his first "good lesson" teaching for the Bad Guys to help them learn how to be good.

Inside the compound, the guinea pig's humming could be heard alongside some beautiful piano playing as the first scene shows a statue of Marmalade, who appeared to be completely nude, except for a three-leaf clover covering his "special area" and was holding up the Love Crater meteorite with one arm, made completely out of stellar marble.

In another room, a tall, bald man with very little brown hair that stuck out to the sides, with sunglasses over his eyes, who wore a red turtleneck sweater and a white suit jacket over it, and a little red doorman's hat on his head, was helping Marmalade prepare for the arrival of his "students." The human helping him fluffed Marmalade's hair, placed a shiny ring with a green emerald on his finger, and made sure there was no dust on his sleeves.

Then, he slowly used his fingers to massage Marmalade's shoulders gently. While this went on, Marmalade heard his doorbell ring, making the guinea pig smile, and said, "Oh, goody," he hopped down from his stand and headed to the door, with the human following him.

Outside, the Bad Guys were climbing up the steps and arriving inside the compound, marveling over how fancy the place was.

"Wow," Wolf whispered

"Big and fancy," added Tarantula in awe.

"Rodent's got taste! Okay," commented Shark excitedly

"Huh. Almost makes me want to be cute," mentioned Snake, who secretly held in the urge to facepalm from just saying that, despite how impressive the place looked.

Hornet was also looking around the place, but, unlike his friends, he wasn't impressed by all of this, "Eh, it's fine, I guess."

The Bad Guys were entering a room surrounded by a lot of beautiful plants that were growing around a large podium where the statue was.

Suddenly, they heard a voice saying, "They say experience is the best teacher. And they are wrong."

The Bad Guys looked around, wondering where the voice came from, before they turned around and saw Professor Marmalade, and the human, standing next to the statue, with the guinea pig adding, "I am. Good morning, students of goodness, and welcome to the first day of the rest of your best life!"

Piranha then looked up and saw something that made him smile, as he exclaimed while pointing and jumping up and down, "A giant butt!"

All of the other Bad Guys looked up, in surprise, at the statue of Marmalade holding the Love Crater Meteorite.

Marmalade himself also looked up at his statue as he answered with a chuckle, "Uh, it's-it's not a butt. It's a lamp."

To demonstrate it was a lamp, he clapped his hands twice, making the lamp turn on and light shine out from the holes on the lamp, while he added, "In the shape of the Love Crater Meteorite, my greatest…

However, Piranha, being hilariously, and adorably clueless, asked while scratching the back of his head, "I wonder whose butt it is."

Shark gasped in surprise at the statement while Wolf felt a little nervous, wanting to step in and try to explain to Piranha that it was NOT a butt, before anything got out of hand. Even though everyone wasn't comfortable with Piranha's curiosity and pointing out the heart-shaped-meteorite lamp was about, Hornet started to have a sense of humor about this as he tried to keep his mouth shut and hold his laughter in his throat. He thought Piranha's lack of common sense was funny.

Marmalade, keeping calm and poised, replied, "Once again, it's not a butt, thank you," He clapped his hands again to turn the lamp off, "It's a heart. Now, as I was saying…"

Then, Piranha interrupted again, "Then why does it have cheeks!"

Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula shushed Piranha, trying to get him to be quiet with Shark whispered, "Shut it!"

But Hornet tried to turn his face away from the guys and Marmalade as he began to snicker, but he held his mouth with his hand, holding his laughter as he could.

Piranha, still clueless, mentioned, "What? I've never seen a heart with cheeks!"

Once again, Hornet couldn't hold his laughter as he chuckled through his hand.

Marmalade tried to keep calm, "It's not a…"

However, once again, Piranha interrupted, "Booty!"

Because of his best friend's gag like this, Hornet let out a small laugh, "Ha!" He covered his mouth again. He hoped no one heard him laughing.

Frustrated, Marmalade then declared at the top of his lungs while jumping up and down, "It's not a butt! Not a butt!"

The Bad Guys were surprised to see Marmalade acting out, while Piranha whispered to the rest of the team, "Does he know what a butt is?"

Without anymore noticing him, Hornet rolled his eyes, and facepalmed, but he enjoyed laughing at his best friend's dumbness.

Not wanting to cause a scene, Marmalade calmed down, cleared his throat, and started to state, "As I was saying, on the outside, the six of you are villains, predators, remorseless sociopaths."

Shark, thinking that it was a compliment, smiled and blushed a bit while fiddling with his hands, "Oh, stop. You're making me blush."

Marmalade then continued with, "But inside, there's a flower…the flower of goodness… and when it blooms, and you feel that tingle of positivity radiating through your body, you're going to want to feel it all the time."

While Marmalade gave his little speech, Wolf thought back to that moment in the gala when he felt that tingle, and felt his tail wagging. He even looked back at his tail, wondering if it was possible to feel it again. But Hornet had thought otherwise. He had his own thoughts about the "flower of goodness". He has his arms crossed and narrowed his eyes in a glare. He didn't believe this so-called "flower of goodness" would give them that stupid tingle. Hornet believed goodness would never give him that tingle that Marmalade mentioned. He already felt that tingle before, and that was doing bad stuff and crimes with his best friends.

Meanwhile, Tarantula asked, out of confusion, "So we're going for a tingle?"

Marmalade answered, "Not any tingle, the tingle of goodness, which you'll feel in my state-of-the-art Sharing Laboratory!"

His "laboratory" was actually another room upstairs with a small table and two chairs, set up on a rug in front of a pair of clear, glistening, sliding glass doors that were currently opened and led to an area outside that was a beautiful sandy beach.

The Bad Guys came up the stairs and entered the area, feeling confused about how this was gonna work.

Marmalade then looked up to Mr. Hornet, "Now, Mr. Hornet, why don't you go first, and show us what sharing is all about?"

After listening to Marmalade, Hornet stared at the table for a minute, his eyes started to gleam in fear as this Sharing Laboratory reminded him of his secret past. It was too much for him to volunteer this sharing idea. He needed to find a way out of it. He quickly looked around to find something to escape this. He then saw a garbage can nearby.

Hornet smirked as he had an idea, then he looked down to Marmalade, "Sure. No can do. I just have to go there to get ready."

While the others were watching Hornet flying away, they decided to let him be without looking at him.

Wolf arched his brow as he commented, "Hornet seems… confident about this."

"Yeah," Piranha agreed to this, "Does he know about sharing or…?"

Suddenly, the Bad Guys and Marmalade heard a groaning scream. They turned around to see where it came from.

They noticed Hornet crawling on the floor with his face all green, and covered his mouth, almost about to puke, "Woe is me!"

Wolf, Piranha and Tarantula rounded up Hornet as Piranha picked him up, "What happened, buddy?"

"Yeah, you were all good, and now you're so…" Tarantula crawled up to Piranha to take a good look on Hornet, "…green"

"Uh… I was eating something, and then… this happened," Hornet answered while still holding his mouth.

*Flashback*

While his friends and Marmalade weren't looking at him, Hornet dug up the trash to find something so he could escape this "experiment". Then, he noticed a rotten half-eaten apple. If he eats this, he will be poisoned, and he wouldn't let him to the sharing experiment.

Though this is risky for Hornet. He didn't like filthy rotten food nor getting food poisoning, but what other choices did he have? Hornet grabbed the stinky rotten apple, but he looked away with it. He slowly opened his mouth and was ready to take a bite.

*End of flashback*

Hornet knew this was a bad idea for him to escape this first experiment, but he hoped it would be worth it. He didn't feel so good.

Marmalade looked at Hornet, and thought it would be impossible for the bug to do the sharing with his condition, "Hmm, I think you deserve some rest, Mr. Hornet. Here," he took out a small pill from his pocket, "This will make you feel better."

When Hornet reached for the pill, he looked at it, and answered, "Wow, thanks." Though he appreciated Marmalade's gesture, he still didn't like to accept that kind of kindness from him. Hornet was sure that guinea is going to take his friends away from him by goodness.

Since Hornet couldn't do this sharing experiment, Marmalade had to find another member of the Bad Guys. He approached Mr. Snake, and said, "Okay, Mr. Snake, since Mr. Hornet can't do this experiment, you're going to do it. I'm going to give you a Push Pop," he pulled out a delicious Push Pop from behind his back.

Snake eagerly grabbed it with his tail, "Great! Push Pop just for me," he opened his mouth, set to eat it right away.

However, Marmalade stopped him, and told Snake, "No, to share."

Snake stopped and looked at Marmalade with disinterest, asking bluntly, "Why?"

Marmalade explained, "Well, on a fundamental level, it's about putting someone else's needs ahead of your own," he pointed Shark, who was sitting at the table in one of the chairs, grinning smugly knowing that Snake was gonna have to share that Push Pop with him for once.

Snake was dumbfounded, and said in resistance, "Oh, no. No way."

"Snake," A matching glare from Wolf reminded the reptilian member that this was needed in order to "go good" whether he liked it or not.

So, Snake sighed in defeat, and groaned, "All right, all right," he slithered over to the table, sitting in the other chair with his head hung low.

While the rest of the Bad Guys sat down to watch, Hornet, who was slowly cured from his food poisoning by drinking the pill, took out a tray of cookies… out of nowhere, "Hey guys, do you want some cookies?"

Wolf was surprised by this gesture as he replied, "Oh, don't mind if I do." The cookies were too small for Wolf, but he could take one. Piranha and Tarantula took one each from the tray. There were only 4 remaining cookies on the tray.

Meanwhile, Shark was feeling giddy, tapping the table with his hands and gripping the sides of it, "This is going to taste extra sweet, 'cause I know how bad you want it."

Snake groaned while he shakily extended his tail out, trying to "share" the Push Pop with Shark, who smiled and said, "Pop me, please. Ah…" he opened his mouth, awaiting the arrival of the taste of that sweet frozen delight.

Snake was sweating frustration and nervousness as the Push Pop almost made it into Shark's mouth…. until Snake shouted, "Nope!" he plopped the whole thing into his mouth, much to a dismayed Shark's shock, as Snake simply replied, "Sucker."

However, Shark got mad, real fast, and stood up from his seat as he shouted "That's it!" He gripped snake by his neck and shouted more, "I'll teach you to share," he stuffed Snake into his mouth, swallowing him, much to the gasp and shock of the rest of the Bad Guys with Hornet dropping his tray of cookies, who looked at Shark in surprise.

Shark simply sat back down and replied while rubbing his belly, "Mm, I like sharing. It's yummy, mmm."

Snake's voice could be heard echoing from inside Shark as the reptile replied, "Totally worth it."

Marmalade was flat out terrified/horrified of what had taken place, "Well, that's terrifying. Let's try something simpler."

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Outside of the compound, by the street at a crosswalk, Marmalade instructed, "A good person always pays attention to the needs of others." He then pointed to something, and said, "Now, here's a kindly, frail grandma."

The "grandma" was actually Wolf wearing a gray sweater with a white cuff and a blue tie, a dark gray skirt, and a light blue bonnet hat with a blue bow on it, and little reading glasses that hung from his snout.

The rest of the team was having a very good time laughing about how ridiculous Wolf looked, much to Wolf's chagrin.

Marmalade then approached below Hornet, "Mr. Hornet, what about you? Could you try to help grandma cross the street?"

Here it is again. Marmalade was still wanting Hornet to do this good experiment, but the latter still didn't want to do it. Helping others, even old strangers, was the last thing he wanted to do in his life. He needed to get out of this again, but how?

Then, Hornet noticed his normal antenna. It was long and pointy enough to reach his eyes. If his antenna pins his eye, then he won't be able to see to help a grandma cross the street, and he'll be out of this experiment in no time!

"Oh, uh… okay, I can do that!" Hornet said in a happy tone. But when he fluttered towards Wolf, Hornet let his normal antenna hit his left eye, "Oow!"

"Hornet, what's wrong?" Piranha asked his best friend in concern.

Hornet turned around with his hand covering his left eye, "My eye, it hurts. I think my antenna hit it!"

Snake groaned disappointedly, "I told you to tie that antenna at the back."

Marmalade sighed trustingly. He knew that Hornet couldn't help the "grandma" cross the street with his one eye temporarily blind, so the guinea needed to find another Bad Guy to do this task. He approached Piranha, and inquired, "Mr. Piranha, help grandma across the street."

Piranha scoffed and replied while holding back his laughter, "Sure, sure, sure. I do this all the time."

While Piranha approached Wolf, Hornet then flew aside, fluttering besides Tarantula, who was on Shark's shoulder

He held "Grandma's" hand and said with a sly smile and a funny "Trying to sound nice" voice as Wolf, in granny character, pretended to have a back issue while walking on the crosswalk and letting Piranha "guide" him, "Here you go, ma'am."

The rest of the team were still laughing their heads off, thinking this was just gonna get even funnier.

Tarantula snickered, "Oh, he is totally gonna blow it."

"Aaww, Webs, don't say to him like that," Hornet cooed, trying to support Piranha while rubbing his closed eye.

However, what Tarantula did not think of was Piranha overhearing her comment and getting riled up about it, "What was that? What did you say?!" He let go of Wolf's hand and was storming over to her to give Tarantula a piece of his mind, "You think I can't do this?!"

Tarantula was laughing as a result while Wolf, panicking because he was worried that Piranha was gonna ruin the experiment. He tried to bring Piranha back, turning around and reaching to him, "No, no, no, Pira—!"

However, he didn't count on a truck coming down the road, and Wolf ended up getting hit so hard he got tossed up into the sky.

The rest of the team watched as the truck zoomed by before they looked up and watched Wolf, who screamed while falling, land on the sidewalk hard, making the team cringe in concern.

Marmalade was cringing too as he suggested, "Maybe simpler?"

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Out in the backyard of the condo, there was a small palm tree growing by a big palm tree, and clinging onto the bark of the little palm tree was a tiny orange kitten, who meowed frantically, wanting to be rescued.

Wolf smiled and commented while gesturing to the cat, "Hey, look. It's a cat stuck in a tree."

Marmalade then explained while standing in front of the Bad Guys, "It doesn't get much simpler than that," Then, he asked, "Now, what in this scenario would give you that good tingle?

Snake answered, "Eating it? This is why I always carry two pieces of bread with me," he pulled out two pieces of bread with his tail.

Marmalade answered while trying to help lead the Bad Guys towards the right answer, "No. I want you to s…" while making an S sound, thinking the Bad Guys would catch on and say the right word.

One by one, each Bad Guy member said a random word that they thought was the right answer, with Wolf starting off by saying, "Smack it."

"Skin it," asked Snake.

"Stab it," commented Shark.

"Sauté it," suggested Tarantula.

"Sting it," added Hornet, pretending he didn't know the answer.

"Sing to it," asked Piranha innocently

Marmalade, out of frustration, answered, "Save it. I want you to sa…that's obv… It's so obvi… I want you to save it!"

The Bad Guys, pretending to have finally got it, said together in unison, "Oh,"

Snake mentioned, "Right, right."

Tarantula added, "Right, right, right. Sure."

Then, all the Bad Guys looked up and stretched their arms up, looking like they were gonna be friendly and help the kitty get down… before they gave their most intimidating faces and shouted in a scary/frightening voice in unison, "HERE, KITTY, KITTY, KITTY!"

The kitten was scared so badly, it ran up to the top of the tree and hid in the leaves, trembling in fear.

The Bad Guys, looking up, wondered what they were gonna do now, as Snake bluntly mentioned, "Whoa, that cat is obviously defective."

Piranha suddenly had a train of thought, and said in an almost scolding-like manner, "What is wrong with you? You're gonna give it a heart attack."

Wolf thought for a moment, then glanced at Hornet, eyeing for his rapid flapping wings, and said, "Hey, Hornet can fly. He can save the cat from the tree."

The other Bad Guys nodded in agreement.

But Hornet was unsure about this, "What? Me? I-I-I don't think I can do this."

"Yes, you can, Hornet," Shark smiled, "I mean, not only you can fly, I know you can carry that cat safely off the tree. Come on, I know you can do it," he gave his little bug friend a wink.

When his friends were waiting for him to make his move, Hornet looked up to the cat on the tree while gulping. Deep down, he felt pity for the cat. He wanted to save the little cat, but if he showed how much he cared for the cat like a good person, his friends will find out what he was before, and his worst fear will come true. He still needed to get out again, but he needed to be another excuse.

Hornet took a deep breath, and breathed out, "Okay… okay, I can do this… I can do this." He flew up on the tree towards the cat, who was scared to even face him. But Hornet had another plan to get out of this. He pretended to fly in swirls like he was in a doozy as he hit himself on the trunk of the tree.

"Ooof!" The Bad Guys and Marmalade cringed like they were feeling Hornet's pain.

Hornet then let himself fell off the tree trunk to the ground. When he hit the floor, he didn't feel any pain, but he had to keep on the act like he was in real pain to get out of this experiment of saving the cat. "OW! Woe is me!" He held one of his legs like it was broken, "My leg, it hurts!" Then, he caressed his upper right wing, "And my wing! I don't think I could fly right now! Ow! I mean, ow ow!"

Piranha felt concerned for his best friend the most as he held him into his fins, and stroked his head, "It's okay, Hornet," he then handed Hornet to Shark, and said "I'll handle this." He then walked up to the bark of the tree.

It looked like Piranha was gonna handle this in a sane and calm manner… but that is not what happened because he ended up leaping up to the top of the tree, who knows how, and screamed while showing an intimidating face, "WHAT'S UP, PAPA?!"

The cat got scared out of its wits and ended up leaping off the tree….and right onto Wolf's face, where the cat proceeded to scramble and scratch the wolf's face while Wolf howled out while in pain and ran back and forth, "Get him off my face! He's on my face!"

Marmalade grew frustrated again, "No, no, no, no, no, listen! Wh-What are you doing!?"

The cat yowled in fright and ran up the tree again as Wolf stood back up and recovered from the many scratches that tiny kitten gave him.

Marmalade took a minute to calm down again and asked, "Okay. What, may I ask, are you good at?

"Stealing stuff," commented Piranha while he shrugged.

Shark smiled and replied, "Oh, yeah, we're great at that!"

"Robbery," commented Snake.

"Larceny," listed Tarantula.

"Wire fraud," added Piranha while excitedly raising his hand.

"Fooling people," chuckled Hornet.

"Extortion," replied a grinning Snake.

"Tax evasion," mentioned Wolf with crossed arms.

"Heists," commented Shark.

"Mail fraud," added Tarantula.

Suddenly, one of those suggestions gave Marmalade a brilliant idea, making him ask, "Wait. Heists, you say?"

Wolf answered, on behalf of the team, "Well, that's… yeah, that's kind of our specialty."

Marmalade had a huge grin, "I might just have an idea.

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I hope you like this new chapter. Hornet went through extreme measures to avoid "going good". Weird, huh? You'll see.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me make this chapter.

If you guys got a chance to give any feedback if you like this chapter so far, please like, reblog and comment, and thanks for reading.

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