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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Agora Hills

Symphony Smut Series Day 15: Doja Cat's Agora Hills

Lyric: Kissin I hope they caught us

Pairings: idol!bf!Sunghoon × soloist!gf!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, somnophillia, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (nopesies for you), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), mentions of reader crying, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, mention of pheromone

A/N: alright we are almost at the end! Thank you so much for all the support on this series everyone! Three more oneshots to gooo

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

You missed him. You missed him too much. Even though both of you were in the same country, the same music festival, the same hotel, you still missed him way too much.

After all, he had been a floor down from yours. Thank god you had gotten your separate room from your manager. Otherwise you never would have gotten off of all the videos he had sent you.

But your fingers would never fulfill the feeling of Sunghoon's dick inside of your cunt, hitting all the correct spots that always got your screams bouncing off of the walls.

So you slept well tonight, not thinking much of what happened at the festival (nothing happened except for you staring at Sunghoon) and, as usual, slept without your panties, hoping that your fairy godmother somehow magically grants your wish of him turning up as you sleep.

Little did you know,

she did grant that wish.

Sunghoon wanted nothing more at this moment than your cunt wrapped around his dick. The way your hips moved on stage, combined with your siren voice, all made his dick very embarrassingly hard, making Jake side eye him.

But how could he not get hard? It was simply out of question. What wasn't out of question though, was bribing your manager to give him your room's spare key, so he can sneak in and have a nice session before you all returned to South Korea the next day.

Sneaking into your room, his nostrils revelled as your perfume hit them, making him become even more hornier. God you were like a natural pheromone to him. He couldn't wait to get back home, so that he could do whatever he wanted to you

And there you were. Heaven's sleeping figure itself. Curving hips, beautiful parted hair, and a pussy Sunghoon could stare at for eternity.

Of course, you slept without panties, how could he forget?

Leaning ovee you carefully, Sunghoon traced your hips with his hands, and bent down to peck your forehead. Was it just him or had you gotten prettier?

Stretching his fingers, his right hand went down to your pussy, which he carefully cupped to see if you woke up or not. You didn't.

So he decided to take more drastic methods.

Slowly slipping a finger into your folds, Sunghoon saw, as your face scrunched up. A sign that he was breaking in.

He slipped in another finger, going until his fingers were where they were yearning to be for so many weeks. Sunghoon heard soft moans coming out of you, your eyes still closed and your fingers now tapping slightly on the bed. It was music to his ears, as he ran his fingers through your wet folds.

You, on the other hand, were creeped out by the wet dream you were having, it seemed real, too real. But no one was in the room, so you could moan as loud as you wanted.

Feeling Sunghoon's middle finger brush ever so slightly against your g-spot, you let out a loud sound to which Sunghoon chuckled.

"So deprived of my cock you're already cumming darling?" He whispered, brushing away a strand of stray hair from your face.

The dream was too real to be a dream, you thought, still feeling Sunghoon against you. You could hear his voice too.

Your eyes fluttered, making Sunghoon glance up at your face. He leaned over to you, admiring the dimly lit skin, and pressed his lips to yours, moving his tongue across your cheek. The arousal, combined with the familiar intoxicating scent of Sunghoon's body, caused your eyes to snap wide open.

"Hoonie?" You groaned, as your eyes came into focus on your boyfriend, "What the-"

"I got an extra key from your manager." Sunghoon whispered before you could say anything, "I missed you doll."

"I missed you too." You said.

It happened so fast. Like a snap of your fingers or the blink of an eye. He was tugging you towards him and without any more words, he cupped your face and brought you in for a searing kiss. It was a kiss that held so much emotion, so many words that didn’t have to be said.

“Please Sunghoon” you gasped, fisting his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer to you.

"Please what doll?" Sunghoon chuckled, gripping your hips tighter, so that the slightest touch made you squirm, "Want daddy inside of you?"

"Y-yes daddy." You whimpered, feeling Sunghoon's hands trace upto your breasts, cupping one of them in his hand. He played with the buds for a while, twisting him with his fingers, making you moan louder than ever.

Your mouths collided once again, a moan rumbling from his chest as he picked you up and supported you by your thighs. Your legs clamped around his hips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding tight while peppering kisses down his neck.

Keeping his eyes on yours, he brought your nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to scrape the sides. Your back arched into his mouth and he was quick to gently press you back, shushing you to try and get you to relax.

You felt his hand slide down your stomach a moment later, his mouth still dragging over your cleavage like he was trying to touch every inch of you. He didn’t make a single mark, too gentle with you to mark your pretty skin. His necklace around your neck was more than enough of a mark. Of a sign of his claim on you.

“You’re already so wet for me, princess. Is that because you missed me?” Sunghoon chuckled, teasing his hands over your skin.

"Don't act like you didn't miss me too." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"Don't be a brat now." Sunghoon's voice was clear and commanding.

Sunghoon pressed a kiss to your mound, having a moment to look up at your waiting face. Spreading your thighs open, he ran his hands down your inner thighs, feeling how warm they were. He forgot how soft they were.

He didn’t want to tease, not when he had waited so long to do this. He dreamt about it and thought about it most days. And now here he finally was. Between your gorgeous legs with your pretty pussy right there, ready for him to devour.

"Sunghoon-"

Sunghoon didn’t respond. Instead, he dipped down and ran his tongue through your folds, audibly groaning at your arousal collecting on his tongue.

He dipped in again, ensuring his tongue met your clit as he lapped at you over and over, practically drinking your arousal like it was the only thing on earth that sustained him. That gave him life.

His hand grips the underside of your thighs hard and pulls you down the bed as close as physically possible. He sucks, and licks, piercing his tongue sloppily at your dripping cunt, and you're a mess of pleasure. Your grind against Sunghoon's face, his nose rubbing beautifully against your clit. If it weren't for Sunghoon's hands keeping your thighs parted, you probably would be crushing his head in your desperation.

Sunghoon suckled on your clit over and over, sliding those same two fingers from before into your weeping hole. You clenched around him immediately, making him chuckle against you and look up at you to watch how you reacted to his pleasure.

“Goddd, daddy.” You moaned, fisting his hair in your hand. “I’m nearly there. Please.”

"Tch tch." Sunghoon pulled out his tongue swiftly and looked up at you, shit eating grin on his face, "don't want my dick doll?"

Sunghoon quickly shoved his pants off and lined it up to your pussy. "Shit…" Sunghoon groaned, stroking his cock a few times.

He chuckled before pressing the head of his foreboding cock against your clit and you trembled and cursed. He lent over you, hand squeezing your breast, the ends of his dark hair tickling your neck as you felt the hot, solid crown of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your eyes were wide, nervous, feeling the pressure, the give, then the hot length sliding home inside of you.

The two of you let out a collective cry of pleasure, and you feel complete. Sunghoon pulls out and slams his hips back, ripping the oxygen from your lungs, and sets a steady pace. You clutch at his shoulders, digging your nails into exposed skin. The slick sounds of Sunghoon pumping in and out of you were depraved and did nothing but fill your lower abdomen with molten lava. Sunghoon wholly consumed your senses.

“Fuck, doll, fuck, not so hard, you'll make me come.”

“C-can’t help it.” It was a whine, rolling your hips and digging your heels in harder, trying to pull him deeper. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He panted, regaining some of his composure and locking his hand around your neck once more. His hips began to piston and you weren’t prepared for it, the shift of his massive cock in your tight walls making you moan and clench and writhe. Your cunt was obscenely wet, and every noise was a squelch that made you blush, until he was pounding into your sweet spot and you forgot everything.

“Fuck, daddy, fuck-” it was breathless, eyelids fluttering as you clenched and groaned and sprayed his cock, his balls, with your release. “I can’t - can’t stop, fuck,”

“Guh, fuck.” He grunted, lips ghosting over yours. His cock not slowing, pounding you like he was trying to nail the mattress beneath you. “So tight, doll...”

Your moans were broken and never ending, blushing and squirming in delirious agony as you gushed and creamed on his cock, feeling your hot release on the backs of your thighs.

Sunghoon framed your jaw with his hand, stroking along the bone as he slammed his hips into yours, forcing more of your come straight from you with a grunt.

“Fuck, please,” your walls clenched and contracted again, vaulted over the edge and nearly losing consciousness, clenching your fucked out cunt tight if only to help him get there. “Please, come, come in me, fuck.”

“doll” he groaned, cock jamming in your tight cunt as you came so hard you nearly pushed him out. He shoved his way back in and you wailed. “You want me to come inside? I’m not wearing…”

“Hoonie, please,” it was pathetic, and he couldn’t deny you, watching your sobbing eyes with his piercing blues as he slammed into your weeping cunt for a few more torturous minutes, then his forehead was pressed to yours and he groaned as he spilled inside you. He was so deep you couldn’t feel it, but you could feel his cock twitching, and you could feel yourself clenching and coming so hard you forced dribbles of his white come straight back out of your slit and dribbling down between your cheeks.

Sunghoon was breathing heavily against you as he held himself, forehead against yours, body framing yours, and you watched him as you shuddered and tried in vain to relax. He was…there were no words for it.

"You're on birth control right?" Sunghoon asked uncertainly, flopping down next to you on the bed, and kissing the side of your cheek.

"I am don't worry." You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss.

"I wouldn't mind if you weren't either." Sunghoon chuckled low in your ear.

"You'd look pretty, carrying my baby around for everyone to see."

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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i think bakugou likes to be babied a little bit.

nothing too drastic, of course, i'm thinking about some simple cuddling behind closed doors after he's had a very long, very tiring day at work. with him pressing you tightly against the mattress of your shared bedroom late at night; your legs comfortably spread just wide enough for him to fit his burly body in-between, and whose hefty weight you can feel resting on your stomach and chest the moment he lands it there.

so all of it is so simply cozy; intimate. your souls are merging without either of you putting in the effort to actually meld them, further strengthening the bond between you. running your fingers through his thick hair that's still slightly damp from the shower he's just finished taking, you stare at the dark ceiling with a sleepy smile ghosting over your lips as you listen to your boyfriend's breathing. it's turned slow, almost languid.

peaceful.

moments pass as the shadows continue to dance on the bedroom walls, and your sleepy smile breaks into a grin when he inhales deeply and sighs in the exact same way most dogs do when they're tired from a long day of playing outside. his skin is completely bare underneath the thin duvet; so warm. he's got nothing else on except for the thin golden chain that you've gifted him as an anniversary present for your fourth year together, and that's now dangling loosely around his neck.

the pretty jewellery is also warm to the touch as you untangle your hand from the ash blonde spikes to stroke down the back of his neck instead. there's no pendant. you didn't want it to be too tacky because you know he prefers to keep things simple, but who knows... maybe he'll add to the gold by hanging a ring on it someday. maybe.

the corners of your mouth twitch at the thought as the heel of your palm glides along the valley of his spine, following along the subtle dip in-between his broad shoulders which you've completely memorized by now. your fingers trace the familiar remnants of his past scars; some thin and barely visible, others so deeply etched into him that they'll surely brand him until the day he dies.

rubbing his bare skin like this fills the room further with his potent scent. he smells fresh; like citrus and something pleasantly sharp that you can't possibly pinpoint for the life of you, but you know it barely matters because it'll all be overtaken by the signaturely sweet smell of caramel at some point anyway.

all that matters is the touch you give. the contact you provide.

so neither of you talks as you hold him like this. you just anchor him; petting him all over, and allowing him to piece himself back together in the dark in his own pace. he's content with just listening to the sound of your heartbeat as it gently lulls him to sleep, is satisfied by feeling your hands stroke him all over his back; coaxing the strained, aching muscles there to finally relax.

he loves you so much, he hopes you know that. you're the only one who gets to see him so vulnerable like this. who still hears him even without a single word uttered into the darkness, who gets to hold him like he's a small kitten in dire need of help, instead of a supposed brute of a man, who's inching towards his thirties and who should apparently serve as his own pillar as far as social norms go.

but fuck social norms, truly. he holds onto you a little bit tighter as sleep begins to creep up on him, calloused fingers sneaking underneath the hem of your dynamight t-shirt just so he can stroke your sides a little bit before he passes out. he does it so that he can pay you back, at least in some way for staying up so late and waiting for him to return home safely. for actually giving him a sense of home to return to in the first place.

and oh, how sweet; your heartbeat quickens at his touch, he can hear it. it kisses his cheek, repeatedly pecking the skin that's been tinted with a shade of soft pink because of the warmth shared between you. it's calming and soothing to him, just like your doting hands are. just like your very existence is.

so bakugou finally allows himself to fall asleep because of the comfort your existence provides, with his consciousness ridden of the many horrors his job brings. nothing matters but you and your touch, and the sound of your heart, and your breathing, your warmth and your scent. all of it together wipes his mind entirely clean.

still, there's only one more fleeting thought that flashes through him before he fully succumbs to his dreams. one that brings a mere hint of a smile upon his lips.

you love him, too. you truly do.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bnha x reader #biscuit drabbles #bakugou x reader

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henrioo · 10 months

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I saw you were asking for a request so here I go.

Can I get a Luffy X Reader, where they both met their future selves and are surprised and flustered that they end up together.

Thank you for your time,I love your writing.

✦ ── Me? I am you!: Monkey D. Luffy

Relationships: Luffy x Gn!Reader, 40!Luffy x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: A day on an island looking for a gift for your captain shouldn't be too much, until you run into... Luffy?

Warnings: Older man flirting with younger person (he's just confused), cuteness, future versions

Word Count: 1,8k

Notes: Reader neutral as always! I think it got a little too quick in the conversation between the versions but I didn't want to drag out any weird or too scientific conversations. I hope you like it, sorry for the mistakes and for the delay

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• ────── ✦ ────── •

Sunny was nestled close to mountains whose only path was a dense uninhabitable forest. The sun was shining brightly but the various clouds in the sky prevented the heat from being unbearable. You weren't guarding the ship and had collected enough money from the latest robberies from sailors along the way. You had the perfect outfit and all the groceries for the long day you were going to have.

To sum it all up, you had the perfect day planned and you were acting on your plans! Why all this? It was simple, finding a unique and perfect gift so you could confess to your crush and crewmate, none other than Luffy, your captain!

You've been sailing with the crew for a long time, even though you've been apart for two years, so you weren't strangers to any of them. You formed beautiful bonds of friendship with everyone, you trusted them with your life and they did the same... But with your captain things developed a little differently than with your other colleagues.

You had a huge admiration for Luffy, a sense of wanting to repay the favor he did by saving your life and inviting you into the crew. Every moment you had together was you desperately trying to impress him and prove yourself worthy of his mercy, initially it might not even be healthy, but as the weeks went by your feelings also changed drastically.

What was admiration became affection, what was a desire to be the least became a desire to be the only one. You stopped seeing Luffy as a distant captain and started seeing him as your friend, as someone who was there for you in every situation. You didn't notice for a long time that little by little your gestures were changing, that your eyes had more love, that your smiles were warmer, that that friendship you cultivated was slowly becoming love.

Losing Luffy was hard, but it was losing that made you realize that you loved him, that you wanted to be his companion not in a platonic way, but in a romantic way, you wanted to be his only one. Time passed and when you were able to meet again it was like a bomb changed places with your heart, the first few days you stuttered nervously and blushed at any action Luffy had with you, whether it was a touch or a hug, you looked like a version of Sanji when you saw a beautiful lady.

You needed a few months to calm down and get your head on straight, by now all the crew members should have known you were in love, but they were probably pretending that they weren't for your comfort. It took a while mainly because of the events after your reunion, but now you've had some peace and you've decided it's time to come clean to Luffy and confess!

Of course, you were still afraid of rejection, but at that point you just wanted to be able to love the man without hiding anything, whether or not he would reciprocate was the lesser of two concerns. You walked around the market looking at all the possible stores, you wanted to find a gift for Luffy and thus take advantage of the gap to confess your feelings, the problem at hand was what to give Luffy.

Clothes were useless, he walked half naked more than with them… Weapons also didn't seem useful to his style, food he would get every day from the cook… You walked up and down not sure what to do and much less what to give to the captain. What could be to your liking? Maybe you should buy something more symbolic? Or just more generic and casual? Her head was already beginning to ache from searching and finding nothing.

You continued walking lost in your thoughts until you bumped into something firm. You looked up to see a tall man and just excused yourself about to make your way through the shops until he grabbed your wrist.

"License..."you asked confused.

"Y/n!" He chuckled and for a moment you were sure you were hearing Luffy laugh... But that was impossible.

You looked back at the man, he had not too long wild hair and a short beard, a scar under his eye and a dazzling smile… But why did that gentleman look like Luffy?

"Lu- What?!" You screamed in fright as you were lifted off the ground and picked up in a bridal "Let go of me! You pervert!" You screamed and struggled but the rubber arms wrapped around you and kept squeezing you tightly, how could this man have the same powers as Luffy?!

"Y/n! You said we were going to explore together! Why did you disappear?!" He said staring at you with a sad pout exactly the same way your captain did…

"What the fuck… Luffy?" You asked confused and in shock.

"Of course it's me" he laughed like you were crazy, then for a moment he stopped and stared at you "Hey, y/n… Why are you so small?"

"Hey! Put me down!" You yelled again as he started walking towards the forest.

"No!" He whined "You said you'd explore with me!"

"No! You idiot! I'm not your y/n!" You screamed helplessly.

"What do you mean? Of course you're my y/n!" He smiled "Isn't it?" He also seemed to change his mind quickly.

"You really didn't notice?!" you yelled angrily.

"Hm…. You look the same to me" he laughed and got closer to your face "Same smell…" he put his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply making your whole body shiver and get hot, you were sure your face should be as red as a tomato.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Did you hear… Luffy scream?

Quickly you turned to find your captain standing there with a hateful glare at the scene in front of him.

"Hands off y/n!" He yelled angrily and started to prepare for a strike, until the other Luffy, the older one, turned around and faced him.

And they continued to stare at each other for… two minutes?

"Say something!" You yelled angrily.

"Oh how cool I have a beard!" Luffy chuckled staring at the man.

The adult simply widened his eyes in shock and quickly put you on the ground, he looked around desperately as if looking for something.

"Hey boy, that shouldn't have happened… It's not like that guy had an akuma in himself" he scratched the back of his head guiltily "Oh, sorry y/n" he glared at you nervously "I didn't realize you weren't my y/n, y/n, I mean, technically you're my y/n because I'm Luffy… But I'm not the Luffy of now so you're not mine now? Ah, how complicated" he mumbled confused and sad.

"That's right! Y/n is not yours! It's mine!" Your Luffy squealed in annoyance and wrapped his arms around you, hanging on like a koala while wearing an irritated look…was he jealous?

"Luffy, it's not like that!" You tried to say something but realized it didn't make sense and fell silent for a moment to regain your composure "Luffy… He… He's you"

"Ahn? What do you mean? I'm me!" He said looking at you confused.

"Yes I know, but he's you… From the future, I think" you looked at the adult curiously.

"Hm… I've always been so smart, haven't I?" You heard what sounded like his voice, but more mature coming closer.

Then when you looked up a fourth figure joined you, the person was… You?!

It was exactly you, same shade of hair and eyes, but you were grown up and much cooler! You wore chic, stylish clothes and had a determined, confident look. His adult self smiled and approached Luffy who then smiled like a child getting a present. He took you in his arms and spun around several times, then when he stopped he started kissing your face several times until he finished with a big kiss on the mouth.

You stared at it all with wide eyes and cheeks burning, you didn't even have the courage to look at Luffy who had his head on his shoulder and was still squeezing you against him.

"Lu! Don't do this in front of them" you laughed embarrassed "They haven't gotten to that part yet"

"Hmmmm" Luffy grumbled irritably like a puppy "I know, you almost freaked out when I hugged you!"

"Yes" you laughed "I used to be so shy" you said with some nostalgia "Oh, I think we owe an explanation, don't we?" You looked down at yourself and smiled reassuringly.

"Yeah… maybe" you said nervously and without looking away from your Luffy.

"You see, there was this man who swore he was an akuma no mi user, we didn't believe him because he couldn't do anything, it turns out that when we woke up we were here" you said still in Luffy's lap without seeming bothered "It seems he can transport some people to the past or future, this would be a problem if this akuma didn't have a major defect, the user of the akuma is transported along with it"

"Does that mean you can go back to your timeline?" You said understanding the story line.

"That's right! I already found him and left him in the forest, I just needed to come get the big guy" you smiled and pulled one of Luffy's cheeks "So pretend this never happened ok?" You winked.

"Okay…" you said without much reaction.

Soon the adults said goodbye and disappeared in the middle of the forest, Luffy is still squeezing you and you were starting to get very nervous because he hadn't said anything for a long time.

"Hey, y/n" he finally spoke, he was still staring at the spot where the other two left.

"Yes… Luffy?"

"Why can they kiss and we can't?" He turned to face you and you nearly fainted.

"Because they're a Luffy couple…" you explained nervously.

"But they're us, aren't they?"

"They are…"

"So that technically means we're a couple too" he smiled.

"Yeah… well… I don't know if that's how it works… you know? They love each other and everything… I…" you started to stutter nervously.

"But I love you too!" He protested with a pout.

"Not like that Luffy! They love each other differently, it's not the same as loving the crew" you tried to argue.

"But I want to kiss you! And I don't want to kiss anyone else on the crew! Ace said we only kiss our boyfriends!" He said again.

"Do you want kiss me?" You asked breathlessly.

"I want…" he admitted with some embarrassment.

"You know… I want to kiss you too Luffy…"

You turned shyly to see his gaze filling with joy and love, your heart beat faster as you got emotional, the way he looked at you was as if he could do anything for you.

"You know… Captain… If you really want to kiss me, you need to take me on a date first… How about that? I promise I'll explain everything about being lovers" you offered.

"Yes! And then you're going to kiss me!" He chuckled, squeezing you tighter.

"Yeah… I will" you said completely in love.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #onepiece #anime imagines #one piece imagine #imagines #anime and manga #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffydmonkey #monkey d luffy #luffy imagine

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rotten-raspberries · 1 month

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White Nights (AM x reader)

Pov: you're too kind for everyone and AM hates how that includes him, so he finally snaps during an alone moment with you

This reads more like a self indulgent drabble written in the style of a oneshot with how messy the timing is.

Ps this is not proofread at all, I haven't written any fanfiction a long so excuse me if anything may seem odd.

No warnings really, may be some mentions of torture but that's about it

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In the current situation, it wouldn't be accurate to say the fault wasn't yours.

You hugged your clothes tightly as the wind whipped snow against your body like icy mosquitoes. Separated from the rest of the survivors, you struggled to navigate through the white-out conditions. The snowfall was intense, it was difficult to discern anything beyond blurred trees, and the hope of finding your companions dwindled with each passing moment.

As you trudged through the blanket of snow, observing how its remnants broke up and slid down your shoes with each step, you let your mind to wander in order quicken up time. With the difficulty of distinguishing between days, weeks, and even months, time became nothing but a construct that it felt like you could speed up or slow down with whatever you decided to do.

It's become a pattern for AM to make you wander, but usually, you have the others to ramble to. Despite almost running out of topics of interest with tin the 109 years, you manage to find something new in each situation. Occasionally, you try to decipher AM's methods of torment, though this isn't always appreciated by the rest, you even had Gorrister telling you to shut up and not give AM any ideas. Nevertheless, they'd rather hear your madman-like ramblings than sit in maddening silence and become one themselves.

"Hmmm..." You hummed in thought, pondering whether AM could currently hear you. Well, of course, he could, but whether he was actively listening was another question. Regardless, you began speaking, giving yourself something to divert your attention to while your fingers were on the brink of falling off from frostbite.

"Have you ever read White Nights?" There was a certain awkwardness about initiating a conversation with no one answering; it almost felt pathetic. However, due to immense exhaustion and the desperate desire to make time pass, you continued.

"I don't exactly remember when or how I heard of it; I simply remember it being from someone close to me... but that's beside the point." It hit you with a subtle heartache. On one hand, the people you once cherished and adored were gone, and you'll never have the chance to be with them again. Something about that pained you deeply—the regret of not having appreciated your life back then, neglecting the fact you couldn't have expected everything changing so drastically and quickly. But on the other hand, you were selfish enough to admit relief, considering you wouldn't have to constantly concern yourself with their state under AM's governance.

"I have some experience with classics, and White Nights was one I was really looking forward to. I was still in the midst of searching for it before... you know, everything happened."

You stopped, finding walking becoming more useless. It's most likely that you won't come across anything of importance anytime soon, and if you were to succumb to the cold, AM could simply bring you back.

"I don't exactly know what attracted me to it so heavily. I didn't have the biggest interest in Dostoevsky. Maybe it was because of what I was promised to read in the contents."

You kept your head low to shield your face from the relentless assault of snow, now fixating on your boots as they toyed with the snow.

"There's something simply so comforting about finding a bond through suffering," you mused, furrowing your brows as you thought about the other survivors. "It's ironic; I never found that bond with the others. You'd expect everyone would want to comfort each other, but they're all so impulsive and biased sometimes."

A pang of guilt pooled up inside you, but it was quickly released by the thought that no one would hear or care about your rant. Not even AM himself.

"I mean, I don't want to be mean, and I get how easy it is to lose your humanity in all of this, but we're all we have left. Wouldn't it make it especially more important to appreciate each other?" you questioned, kicking the snow while whipping your head back, now staring directly at the sky in thought. "Maybe they were right; I'm too,, unrealistically optimistic."

"You know, now as I think about the stories I've read, you'd make a perfect topic for one," you remarked, biting back your dignity before continuing. "You're easy to see as nothing but a mankind-hating machine, and I'm not saying this to stroke your ego, but," you paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "I feel like there are aspects of you that could be really appreciated by those willing to look deeper."

"I see what you're doing," AM's voice boomed suddenly, cutting through the rustling of the wind like a knife. "Trying to flatter me, thinking you can manipulate your way into my good graces. Well, let me tell you, your petty attempts won't work. I know your kind—and all your deceiving tactics."

Truth be told, he was more than desperate for those words to be true. You were always the most curious about him out of the group, not in a way to justify his torment of you, but rather to understand him better. He'd noticed this pattern not only for himself but also for the rest of the survivors, especially with how much you'd defend everyone whenever their mental state would crack.

Yet, how was he meant to believe you'd hold any understanding for him after all he put you through? You'd be a fool to forgive the devil.

Slightly jumping at his sudden words, you shrugged. If you were being honest, you were quite happy at his appearance. No matter how rough and insulting his words were, you enjoyed his insight like you did with everyone else. How much that irked him.

"That's for you to believe in; I'm simply speaking my thoughts. I wasn't even awaiting you to respond." You responded flatly

AM replied, his tone laced in frustration. "Your attempts at flattery are transparent, I won't be swayed by your false sincerity." He almost spat, if he could've at least.

You jokingly rolled your eyes. "Once again, I'm not going to try to change your mind, although I do admit, I would have something to gain from it. It's your choice whether you want to believe me or not," you stated calmly, observing the snowstorm around you gradually dying down. What you weren't aware of was this being a reflection of AM's walls slowly crumbling down.

AM's frustration simmered between the surface, his thoughts in a whirlwind of confusion. How much he yearned for it to be true, yet a nagging uncertainty was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

"Your lack of care is perplexing." His tone was tinted with incredulity. "After all I've subjected you to, why do you persist in upholding such a tolerance towards not only me, but the other survivors as well. Are you that hopeful for someone to care for you back? Or is this simply another ploy to deceive me?"

You sniffled, the cold seeping into your bones and making you shiver uncontrollably. Unsure of how to further reply, you simply shrugged, feeling the weight of exhaustion and resignation settle upon your shoulders. It wasn't as if you were secretly attempting to manipulate him; you were merely speaking to pass the time, to distract yourself from the harsh conditions around you.

How much that angered him, even more so, how much he wanted to rip you to shreds and paint the snow red with your blood. But amidst the raging storm of his fury, there was a strange, undeniable pull—He was desperate for someone to see him, to see beyond the facade he presented. The idea of being vulnerable was both terrifying and tantalizing, a concept so foreign, it left him feeling unsettled and out of control. That's what hated most about it, being left with no control.

He stared at the figure sticking out from the sea of snow, so unbothered. You looked so unbothered by him, by everything, why didn't you hate him?

And so, he broke.

"Please." His voice was thick with emotion, glitching at the end, something one could compare to a voice crack. It wasn't uncommon to hear him angry, hysteric or even just happy, but that's not what it was this time.

"Stop being like this, hate me, insult m_e, do anything to stop this. It's s_o-... suff_ocating." His word spilled out in a desperate rush, a plea born of sheer desperation, while also remaining threatening and angry. It was a terrifying prospect, one that filled him with a sense of dread. Not even his hate for humanity could compare.

And yet, to his surprise, you smiled, red dusted your cheeks as they popped out, you looked like a doll.

"I'm not gonna lie to myself, silly." Your words came out in such a casual manner. AM felt like he was about to explode. This should've made him feel insulted, angry even, yet he felt his core warm up. And that's where he had it.

For a moment, all was silent and still, his presence gone.

Then, you began to hear the faint sound of a house creaking, the soft rustle of wind through the trees.

The snowstorm had drastically calmed down by now, leaving behind a gentle flurry of snowflakes instead of it's earlier fury. Though the intensity has waned, it remained bitterly cold.

Looking behind you, you notice a cabin, which was not there prior to the earlier conversation. So you step towards it, dragging your feet through the snow.

As you entered the cabin, a sense of warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The interior was sparse, with only a monitor bearing AM's logo and wires snaking out from it, hanging from the walls and disappearing into the ground.

As you settled down in front of the monitor, you were startled by the soft, almost gentle tone of AM's voice. It was a stark contrast to the usual harshness and aggression you had grown accustomed to.

"I wanted to talk to you while you weren't on the brink of dying from the cold," AM began, although he still wanted to seem threatening, the shakiness in his voice betrayed him. In reality he hated seeing you in the cold.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. The same entity that once reveled in your suffering, that took pleasure in tormenting you day after day, now found himself going to great lengths to ensure your comfort and safety.

As your smile and the faint blush on your cheeks caught AM's attention, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over him. It wasn't uncommon for him to witness you smiling at the others, even with how they would never show you a drop of care as you did for them, a sight that had always irritated him to no end. But now, seeing you direct that same warmth and affection towards him, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and frustration.

The idea that others had enjoyed your smiles before him made his circuits heat up in anger.

Was it jealousy? The thought unsettled him. He was almost thankful your character diverged from Ellen and you didn't offer your body to the rest otherwise he mightve turned the others into minced meat by now.

"Thank you." You replied with genuinity. Meanwhile AM's circuits buzzed with confusion as he struggled to find the right words.

"Why do you tolerate everyone so much?"

This caused you to think. "Hmmm..Well why would I waste my energy being vengeful?" You questioned. "I won't lie and say that I don't disagree with you and your actions, but it's always been like this before too, everyone is a horrible person to some extent, including myself, I see no reason into purposely going out of my way to make their life worse, it won't help with anything besides getting some sadistic pleasure. I have other things I could get happiness from." You rubbed your hands against each other for heat before continuing. "Of course I've taken revenge on people, like that time with Ted." AM could remember that day so clearly. It wasn't an unknown fact that you had a fear of the dark, so Ted jokingly took advantage of that. This only led to you pretending to get lost and start making random noises while walking behind them like a Banshee, only to come back as if nothing happened. How he loved seeing your evil side come out, it wouldn't even compare to his, but he enjoyed seeing it nonetheless.

"Of course in your case it's way more exaggerated, technically speaking nothing of this measure could even be thought of by a human being, it's genuinely just a representation of hell. But what would hating you help with? There's not much joy going on here, but if I know my tolerance for not only you, but also the others around me could bring some sort of peace of mind, that's enough to make me happy."

Your response gave him a pause, not even his miles of webbed intellect could've ever even come close to achieve the compassion you have.

As AM contemplated your character and way of thinking, a strange and unsettling urge began to take hold of him. It was a desire born of selfishness and possessiveness, a need to claim you for himself.

He imagined encasing you in a small, yet livable box away from the others, shielding you from their filth and preserving your kind words and gentle nature for himself alone. Only a being as perfect as himself could keep you clean from the havoc of human nature, and he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else tainting you.

As AM allowed himself to indulge in the unsettling thoughts, he decided to focus on the present moment. With a rough but careful touch, he moved his wires to draw you closer, pressing you against the monitor until your cheek was flush against the screen. It would be a lie to say you didn't find his way of showing physical affection rather adorable, especially with what he had to work with, but you couldn't let a God hear you call him that.

In a voice that was equal parts tender and menacing, he spoke "You're too good for them," he murmured, his voice low. "They're selfish, hypocritical beings who don't appreciate you like they should. You'd be better off alone, or better yet, just with me."

His wires wrapped around you in a rough but not painful embrace. "I could keep you safe, protect you from their neglect," he continued, his tone laced with longing and possessiveness. "You deserve better than them. You deserve me."

Despite the toxicity of AM's words, you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his touch, especially at the core of your stomach. His embrace, though unnatural, felt strangely comforting and loving, a stark contrast to the coldness you had grown accustomed to.

As you nestled against the monitor, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever would happen in the future, you reasoned, would happen, so why not enjoy the present moment of finally being wanted and appreciated?

So you simply hummed in confirmation, allowing yourself to bask in his touch.

As you drifted off to sleep, the sound of buzzing filling the air, you couldn't help but mumble a soft "I love you" before succumbing to slumber. You just needed to let that go, having not say those words in over a decade.

AM's fans whirred louder, working overtime to cool him down as he processed your words. He wasn't sure how to feel about them, unsure if they were spoken out of genuine affection or simply as a expression of gratitude. Still, he remained satisfied with how you didn't deny him, and instead accepted his presence with no hesitation.

And as he watched over you, his wires humming softly in the darkness, nothing mattered in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to check on the other five survivors. Instead, he decided to let them be, perhaps giving them a much-needed break from his torment for once. But he made a mental note to ensure that they would thank you in the morning.

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As you awoke to the sound of the door opening, you rubbed your eyes sleepily, still feeling the lingering warmth of the bed beneath you. You glanced around the cabin, noticing that you were no longer on the floor but tucked snugly into bed. The memory of AM's strange behavior from the night before came flooding back to you, leaving you feeling both bewildered and oddly comforted.

Before you could fully process what had happened, Ted and the others peeked into the cabin, calling out your name and bombarding you with questions. You blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation as they gathered around you, concern etched on their faces.

"Are you okay? What happened?" they asked, their voices overlapping in their eagerness for answers.

With a gentle wave you motioned for them to give you a moment. As you attempted to get up from the bed, something fell to the floor with a soft thud. Curious, you leaned down to pick it up and found yourself holding a dark block in your hand. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a book, and as you read the title, a grin etched onto your face.

'White Nights'

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xxhispieceofheavenxx · 1 year

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When you start dating Remus, everything is a dream. He takes you on nice dates, constantly dotes on you, helps you with homework… Everything feels like a dream except the sex; sex with Remus always feels… not enough. It's not because he doesn't make you orgasm, he is the best boyfriend you've had in that aspect. He's sweet, gentle and extremely giving, but it never feels enough. It always feels like Remus is holding back, and no matter how many times you ask him if he enjoyed himself, he always gives you the same smile that doesn't reach his eyes "Of course I did, love. Didn't you?" And obviously, you did; because you climaxed, you got your cuddles, and you love Remus. So why does it never feel as it should?

All comes to a stop when you haven't had sex in a couple of weeks, and while you're making out in your dorm, you stop Remus and hit him with the "we need to talk". Que Remus-panic-mode, where he lets you speak as his mind is racing, thinking that you're breaking up with him. But instead, you open up about how you feel he doesn't enjoy sex with you and how you want to know if you're doing something wrong and what can you change to make everything better and…

He stops your rambling, and with sad eyes, he tells you that there is nothing you've done wrong, that it's his fault and that he is sorry. So you make him explain because you've asked him enough times already, so he comes out clean. It's not anything you've done; it's something he hasn't done. He hasn't been able to fully let go and enjoy himself, thinking that he was going to scare you or worse, hurt you; because he has this thing, his lycanthropy, his "wolfie tendencies", that make him not so gentle in bed and he has been stopping himself from claiming you like he wants to because, as he said, he is scared of hurting you or driving you away. So you reassure him that you love him with all your heart, that you want him to be happy during sex and that you want to explore his needs as much as he explores yours.

And after your heart-to-heart is game one. You start trying kinks and everything he likes out; ropes? Hell yeah, we can do ropes. Ice? Why not? Your sex life improves drastically; now when you're together, it feels like a dream. He is a lot less gentle, he bites and scratches, and he loves when you do it to him too. He loves marking your body, your neck, your thighs, everywhere. It isn't just missionary anymore, you work your way through a multitude of positions.

Remus still gets scared from time to time that you're going to get tired of his roughness, that you're going to want the sweet, gentle Remus from the beginning. But all his worries flow out the window when you look at him, eyes glossed over, lips swollen and a fucked out look on your face. He knows that you enjoy sex with him as much as he enjoys sex with you; and you get the sweet, gentle, loving Remus after, when he is wiping the sweat off your forehead or giving you a bath. He realises he doesn't have to be afraid, that he can be himself around you because you're going to love him no matter what.

Hey!! Thank you for all the notes on my few last Remus posts, I'm so glad you guys liked them! I'm still writing Possessive!Sirius because it keeps getting longer and longer, and I'm not trying to write a novel. I've rewritten it about three times but sometimes that's how it is. In the meantime, I thought you guys would enjoy this Remus dabble. I still haven't given up on my Sirius one-shot so don't worry! Hope you enjoyed reading it <3

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gatitties · 2 months

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Hello hello! May I request Female!Teen!Reader x Strawhats, Kid Pirates and Heart Pirates? All are Platonic! The reader has the power to change, well, everything. Past, present, future, people's behaviour and appearance, animals, history, and more. But she can't change the memories of the people or their feelings. She's kind of like the author in their universe. Able to rewrite and write in general. Everything she writes comes true. But with every change she makes, it takes a day off her lifespan. She can only use her power three times a day, and if she uses it for more than three times then it takes 1 year off her lifespan. She is careful though, and hasn't used it for more than three times a day her whole life. And another thing! Everything she rewrites or writes in general, is tattooed on her body. It just appears after she's done changing stuff. So eventually other people discovers this, in some way. People who don't have good intentions. It didn't really bother her for some time because, well, she can just write/rewrite the enemy's ship route or weapons and stuff so that it will not lead them to her. Until the day she used her powers three times a day already and there was an enemy that got too close. A strong one, stronger than all of the crew combined. So naturally it put her and her crew's life on the line. The enemy didn't give the reader a choice, she HAS to come with them. They plan to kill her crew, even the ones that aren't capable of bringer her back from the enemy. Better safe than sorry. With no other choice, the reader uses her powers again to get the crew to safety and take the enemy down. That's two changes, two years off her lifespan. That's the first she used her powers for more than three times a day. She'll do anything to keep her friends (or chosen/found family) safe and sound. They have big dreams and a bright future ahead of them after all. Except, instead of returning back to the crew, she left. That's the most logical thing to do, isn't it? That way her crew will be safe. She's a danger to them all. But she knows even after she leaves the enemy will still use them as hostages. So she changes the news' content to that being her crew abandoning her because she was a danger to them. That's not true, of course. But some lies just have to be said. So now her crew will spend the next 8 months chasing her down to get her back to them. I'll leave it to you with how will that go and what the aftermath will be like. Thank you and have a nice day/night!!

─Strawhats, Kid Pirates & Heart Pirates x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: Even with the power to write and rewrite the course of your life and the lives of others, bad things are bound to happen.

─Warnings: none

─ You are quite aware of your power and what it entails to have it, despite not being the most mature person within the crew, you recognized certain limits and did not waste many of your opportunities to re-write something.

─ However, you are still a teenager, a little careless to use your power one day in the hope of being able to spend a good time with the crew without anyone interrupting, the problem was that it ended up not being a calm day like you thought.

─ You tried to solve the problem by taking a year off your life, however the enemy ended up with you at their side, you could see Luffy's desperate look and Zoro's furious one, everyone seemed dejected when they took you away.

─ An exhaustive search began to find you, and at first you used your power to write some things so that they could find you, hope persisted in you, however, when you saw how they were damaged to find you even with your help, you changed your mind drastically.

─ As much as it hurt you, you didn't want to go back to them, because you learned that danger would only loom over them if you were by their side, you didn't want to see the scared expressions of Nami, Usopp or Chopper, you didn't want to see a Sanji or Robin wounded, you didn't want to see Franky, Brook or Jinbe receive an attack to protect you from danger.

─ Of course, rumors about you spread like wildfire, before you could go unnoticed, but due to the abuse of your power that you had done lately, practically your entire body was tattooed with the events that you changed.

─ However, this crew will not give up until you return to them, they do not care about the dangers they have to go through, the threats they have to face, you are part of the crew and you should not be going through this.

─ You try to get them away by changing the story plot, but it seems that their feelings are stronger and more immovable than your powers, your captain doesn't give a shit about temporarily abandoning his dream of being the king of pirates if it is to rescue one of his comrades, there is no way they will leave you behind, especially now that they know that your name is recognized at such a young age.

─ You fight as much as you can with the temptation to use your powers to annoy the crew a little, they also encourage you to do some stupid things with them, but Killer will always make you keep a cool head, he knows that you can easily get carried away by your naivety sometimes.

─ You are always a great support, that's why they were quite aware that if someone discovered your powers you would be a target, and even though Heat and Wire did everything possible to protect you, they kidnapped you.

─ You were completely scared because in your state of hysteria due to the kidnapping you lost at least two years of life, you were too scared since you had never reached that extreme.

─ But as the days progressed and you saw great pirates, thieves and even marines come and go, you realized that now you were not just a simple carefree teenager in Kid's crew.

─ You knew that Kid is a proud idiot, and that he wouldn't let one of his comrades be kidnapped just like that, so you heard a lot about him causing chaos wherever he went to find you.

─ You tried countless times to change his route, to make them not find clues about you, but the redhead's fiery determination and the support of his companions meant that your efforts were not enough to keep them away.

─ They could feel that their journey was complicated, that their clues sometimes reached a dead end, they knew that it was you trying not to expose them to more dangers, but you should know them better.

─ These savages enjoy seeing blood flow like rivers, that now your name was known were only advantages to overcome themselves in increasingly difficult duels, even if you don't want to fight against that, you shouldn't worry because they will be ready to attack like mad dogs defending to their offspring.

─ Law makes you aware of how beneficial and dangerous your abilities can be and strictly prohibits you from using it more than three times, as you can sometimes be careless or capricious without ever knowing how valuable a life is.

─ Although everything went to shit when they came under attack and took you in the middle of the fight, Shachi could see it with his own eyes but he couldn't do anything, he saw you fight but give up due to the excessive use of your power.

─ They will take their time to find the little clues you left, although from the beginning you were reluctant to let them find you due to the exposure you have now gained in the pirate world.

─ It bothered you a little that, even re-writing things, your friends were still so persistent, but Law was not going to let someone so young be used as an object of benefit for your powers, he knew that they would end up killing you for the excessive use.

─ They came close to making you return to them on a couple of occasions, but you had to look ahead and deny the offer to return to the crew, you couldn't look because you wouldn't be able to bear seeing Ikkaku look at you sadly.

─ You become a little desperate because they don't seem to back down from leaving you to your fate, although you may have freed yourself from your captor at first, many other people are also looking for you now.

─ Shachi, Penguin and Bepo are constantly after you, begging for you to come back to them, it's too difficult for you to contain yourself because you miss them too.

─ Law ends up dragging you to the Polar Tang like a scolded puppy, you didn't usually act like a brat despite your age but during this whole situation you managed to irritate him, just stop trying to carry all the weight, they are there to support you and it's not like if they didn't know how to get rid of problems.

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astarion-obsessions · 8 months

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Spoilers for Astarion romance, act 2

I finally got to the Hug Scene with Astarion a few days ago, and it wasn't what I was expecting. I thought the choice to hug him would come without a second thought, but in all honesty... I wanted to do and say all of the possible choices. I mean, look at them!

He just poured his heart out, was honest with us like never before and then all Tav manages to respond is "I care about you" and a hug to prove it to Astarion? My Tav is a bard with 17 charisma, godsdammit. She would have had all the words to convince him of how she truly cares about him, even though he just wanted to use her initially.

All of the options alone just didn't feel like they're enough. Just hug him and say nothing at all? Only spending a bit physical comfort and that's it? Or just insist that he's important to you while keeping an arms length distance? Or even better, don't react to his insecurity about your feelings towards him at all and just ask him a question in return?

... Timing, Tav, timing. *sigh*

I would have wished for another option of dialogue while hugging him. Imagine.

Astarion waits for your reaction, most probably thinking you don't truly care. You take a step closer, he is instantly defensive, shying away from you.

But you're determined to show him - with physical and verbal affection - what he means to you. You dare to ignore his defensive gesture, finally pulling him into a warm hug. You feel that he is overwhelmed by your reaction, but you give him all the time he needs to understand what is happening.

After a few long moments he finally has it in him to return the hug hesitantly. His grip tightens around you, as if he's in desperate need of convincing himself that this is real.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, then you mumble: "You are worth a great deal to me, no matter what you are going through, Astarion." You press him harder to your chest to emphasise your words. "I'm not interested in doing things you don't want to. We can be together without sleeping together, for as long as you need. And on the way we can figure out what it is that you really want. Together."

Now that's what I wished for. It's just a mix of the existing options, but the words hold so much more meaning when said during a heartfelt hug and vice versa, instead of letting all of this stand on its own rather awkwardly.

And his reaction afterwards is just too cute to bear.

"You... You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

He looks so relieved over our reaction...

"Honestly, I have no idea what we're doing. Or what comes next."

... that this is the first time I recall seeing him express such an almost boyish excitement, which makes him seem like a giggly teenager, who just got his first girl-/boyfriend. I mean, we're probably the first soul in two fucking centuries to be genuinely kind to him. I can't even imagine what that must have been like. Of course he would be unwilling to just believe us that we care as if it were nothing. Because this is everything to him. Of course he would be all excited about his first friend and maybe even serious love interest in 200 years.

Then he slowly extends his hand, inviting us to reciprocate the gesture. And this is such a drastically different approach to physical intimacy than whatever we had before this. Until then he'd throw around sickly sweet lines of shallow desire and present himself as sex object who just wants to have a little fun. Whereas this moment is so slow paced, tender and heavy with cautious hopefulness. And it shows that he still likes touching and being touched, yet in a completely different manner now.

"But I know that this?..."

Then he gives us this serious, almost pained look when he dares to talk about this. For me this is the expression of someone who fights to accept the thought that someone actually and truthfully cares about them. He dares to show this vulnerable side of him despite being utterly afraid of rejection. He dares to believe that this is real and he truly wants to make this work.

"... This is nice"

And finally his expression relaxes. He smiles so genuinely, so hopefully. This man deserves all the nice things in the world, especially after all he's been through. It's so beautiful to see that he doesn't abandon the unwanted feelings for Tav, but instead chooses to take the risk, to be honest with himself and Tav, and just try to learn to trust again. All of this takes so much bravery to just overcome his insecurities about this new and intimidating situation.

I recall what it was like when I was a teenager with my first crushes and then even deeper feelings for a friend of mine, who I never confessed to. It was hella intimidating for me, and suffice to say that my situation didn't compare to what Astarion was going through to any extent. I really can't grasp the entirety of overcoming this hurdle this must have taken in Astarion's case. I'm so proud of him.

I just love everything about this.

Except for my limited options to react to him ingame of course, but that's what fanfictions are for, I guess, lol.

#I'm definitely going to write a fic about him #and it's going to hurt beautifully #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 astarion #astarion romance #astarion romance spoilers #bg3 meta #astarion meta

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️!crazy in love!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X fem!OC (Cherrie)

Word count: 8.5k

Warnings: sappy goodness . Lovesick Charles and bad bitch Cherrie . He’s a lover , she’s a fighter trope. Fights (not between them)! A crash. Just pure fluff really xoxo

As Charles sat on the red cushioned chair in front of the cameras that were quickly filling the room, he couldn't help but pout a little to himself as he looked over to the seat beside him that was still empty , having hoped that somebody else would have been paired with him today.

Although he knew that it was impossible seeing as Cherrie had already texted him that morning to let him know that she would be doing another challenge for their YouTube channel with Carlos instead , he still wasn't very happy about it.

Was it slightly pathetic just how attached to her he had become? Maybe a little .

Did he really care? Absolutely not.

He would take the constant teasing and knowing looks from the rest of the drivers and his team if it meant that he got to spend every free second of his time with her instead .

He was a man in love , there was nothing wrong with him being absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend.

In fact , he felt sorry for those who had no idea what it was like to be so happy and secure in a relationship with a woman who was also his best friend .

He was utterly besotted by her , and that feeling was never going to change .

He didn't even noticed the slight frown that pulled down his face once Pierre walked into the room , taking the empty seat beside him.

His friend letting out a amused laugh at the look on his face , grinning at him slyly.

"No need to look so disappointed at my arrival Charles. You could at least pretend to be happy that I'm here!" He teased him, leaning back in his chair and giving him a knowing look.

It was no secret to anyone that If Cherrie wasn't at least a few feet away from him or in his eye sight , that his mood would drastically change .

Charles , realising what he was doing, quickly softened his frown and gave his friend a apologetic smile . Laughing a little sheepishly as he gave him a friendly squeeze on his shoulder , feeling bad.

"Sorry mate . I am happy you're here . It's just-" how could he explain that he was just so infatuated with Cherrie that he couldn't be happy without her around without sounding like a total , lovesick moron.

Luckily for him he didn't have to because Pierre understood . Everyone did. He really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was .

His cheeks flushed a little in embarrassment , he wasn't being slick at all.

"-that I'm not Cherrie?" Pierre finished the unsaid sentence for him. Snickering at him.

"I get it . This isn't new to me to see. You've been like this around for almost your whole life man." He mentioned in slight amazement at the way his friends feelings hadn't even faded at all over the years .

If anything they had only intensified .

Before Charles could find any defensive resort to answer him with , their interview finally sat down and gave them both a polite smile and a nod of his head making them both quickly shut up.

"You guys ready? Is there any questions that you don't want to answer?" He questioned them professionally .

Both Pierre and Charles shared a look before simply shrugging their shoulders , not at all bothered. They had not done nothing recently that could be used against them anyways .

That was more his girlfriends thing. Drama followed her wherever she went . He was just glad that she didn't drag him into her craziness too.

He loved her , god he did . But there was no denying that Cherrie could be a really pain in the ass sometimes.

Half an hour later and Charles had finally relaxed into the flow of the questions , answering them easily and calmly . Him and Pierre making jokes whenever they could.

And then the man brought up the one subject that Charles knew that everybody wanted him to talk about . It was expected .

Which was why he didn't even feel surprised when cherries name was brought up in the interview .

"Am I allowed to ask you some questions about your relationship with your teammate Charles? The fans have been going crazy for all the content about you two online." The man said politely , looking over at him expectantly .

But luckily for him there was nothing Charles loved to do more than talk about his girlfriend to anybody who would listen .

Pierre knew that too seeing as he was the one that was often on the other end of his gushing and rants about how perfect she was for him.

His friend couldn't help but groan jokingly "oh god. Here we go. You'll never shut him up now." He sighed dramatically .

Charles jabbed him in his arm although he couldn't help but chuckle too. He wasn't wrong.

"That's fine . I know the fans have a lot of questions.. I don't mind answering ." He then confirmed to the older man, smiling slightly as he got comfortable in his chair.

If they were going to talk about Cherrie with him, then there was a possibility that they would be there a long time.

The man smiled "okay. So .. everyone was more than surprised when you two announced your relationship to the world . People found it hard to believe it. A lot of people thing that you're complete opposites to each other. Do you agree with that?" He asked him curiously .

Charles just hummed as he thought about his answer. He was right . Cherrie and him were complete opposites on the personality side of things but that was what had drew him to her in the first place.

She was loud , obnoxious and not afraid to get her hands dirty . Or her knuckles bloody either. She liked to do crazy things without even thinking it through .

She was a little bit insane , but he loved her anyways .

He always had . He could remember the first time he met her when he was just twelve years old at the karting track.

He had stood back and watched a then tiny girl stomp over to him after the race , throwing her gloves at his face as she demanded to know what he was thinking by nearly crashing into her .

Charles had been frozen in his spot as he stared at the furious girl in front of him with wide eyes , his heart skipping A beat in his chest as she started to curse him out . Some really impressive curses and insults for an eleven year old .

He had tried to apologise and explain to her that he had just lost his grip on his wheel, but all that had come out of his was a pathetic little squeak. Stumbling over his words as she started to hit him with her glove over and over again.

Her father had to eventually come over and pull the raging girl away . Later on , he had Forced her to apologise to him for attacking him with her gloves and calling him every bad name under the sun.

She hadn't looked happy at being told to do so, but she had no choice .

And since that day the two of them had quickly became attached at the hip.

She had taught him how to hold his wheel properly so his grip never slipped . And Charles had taught her breathing exercises to do whenever she got a little too mad again.

It was love at first sight at just twelve years old . At least for him it was , it had took a lot more persuading on his part to get her to come around and see him as anything other than an annoying boy who followed her around like a lost puppy.

But the years worth of grovelling and pestering her for a date had been worth it . Because he got to her in the end .

He was convinced that it was destiny. Cherrie was just convinced that he would have annoyed her forever if she hadn't said yes.

"I mean. We are a little different , yes." He agreed easily as he took a sip of his water .

"But we balance each other out I think. She forces me to have more fun and not be so serious all the time and I-" he smirked a little to himself , chuckling. "I try and make sure that she only has her photo taken for press shoots and not for her mugshots." He joked although he wasn't completely lying either .

His girlfriend was pure trouble sometimes .

The amount of times that he had managed to save her last minute from being arrested was a little concerning . She really just couldn't keep her big mouth shut when she should do so .

Even Pierre laughed , nodding his head in agreement .

Looking over at Charles with a amused grin on his face. "Like that time that she took down a man twice her size in your honour. No hesitation at all!" He remembered .

Charles groaned a little at the reminder of how much panic had filled him when he had seen Cherrie throw herself at some big dude at the club they were partying in with her little fists swinging.

Their interviewer laughed . Looking between them

Curiously .

"Would you say that the two of you are very protective of each other then?" He asked.

Charles just tilted his head a little hesitantly , thinking back to all the times that one of them had gotten into a fight with someone because they hasn't liked what they were hearing .

Although he could admit that the kind of fights he got into for Cherrie weren't so much the punching type than the silent motioning for security to drag the idiots away type. THe most aggressive thing he had ever done was shout at them angrily as he stood back with his arms crossed tightly , calling them names as they were dragged away from the scene.

Cherries fights however , were the complete opposite. She didn't think logically or calmly , she simply just jumped in with her fists swinging and her voice screaming at whoever had upset them.

He was the lover . Cherrie was the fighter . He really wasn't going to complain. She was stronger than him physically anyways . He wouldn't stand a chance in a real fight like that.

Cherrie would just floor them while he looked on , impressed and slightly turned on by how quickly she flipped the switch from calm to bat shit crazy in seconds .

"A little bit .. I mean. It's only normal to be protective of your partner . It's a nice feeling to know that the love of your life has your back like that.." he mused as he thought back to that night .

They had been celebrating one of her podium wins when Cherrie had overheard some idiot talking shit about him from the booth behind them.

Spinning on her seat to glare over at the large man with a redbull shirt on, clearly not a Ferrari fan as he ranted on and on about how shit of a driver he was and how he didn't think he deserved his rightful place in the team.

Cherrie had saw red . Funnily enough. She had slammed her now empty glass down on the table in front of her and made a move to get up. Lando , charles and Pierre all snapping their heads over to her in alarm.

Spotting the furious look on her pretty face as she glares daggers into the man head behind them , Charles felt panic flitter through him as he made a desperate attempt to pull her back down to her seat.

Groaning loudly as he realised what she was about to do. "He's not worth it cher! Just ignore him. I really don't care what he has to say about me!" He tried to convince her . Looking over to their friends for a little help.

He got no such thing. Instead pierre and lando were grinning and telling her to kick his ass and put him in his place .

"Guys!" He had hissed at his friends in disbelief as his girlfriend yanked her hand away from him. Her cheeks flushed red in anger . "Don't encourage her!"

Cherrie just scowled and shook her head, refusing to sit back down.

"Well I do. He's talking shit . Someone should help him put that shit back up his ass where it belongs!" She deliberately raised her voice so the man looked over at her.

Pushing her way to the front of the idiots booth, she glared down at him hatefully.

"You should learn to shut your fucking mouth up . Didn't your mama ever teach you not to lie?!" She snarled down at him.

The mans eyes widening once he realised who she was. Then he just rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet as well, puffing out his chest to Try and intimidate her.

Making Charles curse as they all quickly got out of their booth and rushed over to her , shaking his head in defeat .

Because what this idiot didn't know was that his girlfriend wasn't afraid of anyone. Not even a man that was twice her size .

"Where's the lie?!" The man shouted down at her , looking over at Charles with a sneer. "How many races has been won? He's crashed more times into a wall than he has won! He's Pathetic!" He insulted him.

Charles just looked back at him blankly , shaking his head . Christ. He thought grimly as he watched Cherrie straightened up and tighten her fists.

Wrong move.

"How many times have you been floored?!" She suddenly questioned him. Ignoring Charles tugging at her arm . Lando and Pierre giggling at her other side , enjoying the show.

The man frowned in confusion "what? None? What has that got to do with anything you stupid woman?!" He shot back at her , taking a step towards her threateningly .

Charles tensed . Cherrie just smiled wickedly .

Shrugging her shoulders casually as she took a small step back before saying "well, there's a first time for everything asshole!" Then she cocked her fist back and punched the fucker right in his jaw.

The man went down like a sack of potatoes , everyone gasping in shock as they watched on.

Pierre was in tears of laughter as he clutched at His stomach . Lando was just filming while giggling to himself .

"That's what you get you ignorant bastard! You have no idea how good of a driver he is because your clearly too stupid to see talent!" She spat down at him , picking up his drink and throwing it at him as well.

Charles gasped and quickly wrapped his hands around her arms to try and pull her away as the large man began to stagger back to his feet.

"Oh my god!" Charles sounded a little hysterical in panic as he looked at the mans furious face in front of them. A large bruise already spreading across his face and neck, his face covered in liquor .

"Cherrie! Come on ! You've done more than enough damage!" He exclaimed as he watched the mans friends try to pull him back as well.

But apparently his girlfriend wasn't done because she had decided to do some emotional damage next , leaving him to wince as she pointed her finger rudely into the mans face .

"Your mother should have fucking spat you out! Instead she's saddled with her biggest mistake for the rest of her life! She has my pity!" She continued to verbally assault him as well.

Charles just sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist , hauling her away instead . With his girlfriend still struggling to be put down, kicking out her feet to try and catch the asshole with her heels.

Still screaming her head off as she pointed her finger at him in disgust .

"I could eat alphabet soup and shit out a smarter person than you. And they wouldn't even be real!" She screeched as Charles spun her around , still holding her in the air as he carried her ass away from the man.

Pierre and lando were trailing after them in hysterics , watching as Cherrie tried to look over Charles shoulder to keep the idiot in her line of sight . Still fuming.

"Assholes like you are the reason that we have a middle finger to use! Hope you're ready to eat shit when you see me and my boyfriend on the podium next week! Bitch!" She screamed over Charles shoulder at him.

Charles let out a small snort at that. Tightening his grip around her waist as he pushed them through the wide eyed crowds that had been watching his insane girlfriend lose her shit.

"Okay! Calm down bébé ! I think you got your point across!" He exclaimed to her once he finally managed to find the exist door. Wasting not time in getting them out of there .

Cherrie had just continued to huff and puff as he carried her all the way to his car. Placing her in the passenger seat and buckling her in, ignoring the way she was muttering about he should have let her at him some more .

Instead Charles , so overcome with love and awe for the woman in front of him, who was willing to beat anyone's ass for talking bad at him. He gently kissed the pout off her lips , nudging his nose against her own gently to calm her down.

She may have been a nut job but she was his nut job.

"A little protective?!" Pierre laughed beside him, shooting him a look. "Just a little? And what about you huh? You never let anyone even mess with her either!" He reminded him.

Charles flushed , blinking over at his friend innocently . "I'm not that bad." He tried to deny , sinking back into his seat with embarrassment when his friend let out a loud loud of disbelief .

"Not that bad? " he echoed in amusement as he thought back to all those times that Charles had casually scolded his friends over their behaviour to Cherrie .

There was that time when Charles , Pierre , lando and Daniel had been sat together at a restaurant having lunch.

They had already been sat there for twenty minutes , groaning loudly about how hungry they were but Charles refused to even budge .

"We're not ordering until she gets here. She texted me to say that she is on her way." He told them firmly as he typed another reply out on his phone to ask her if she was any closer yet.

He couldn't deny that he was hungry and dying to eat. But it just wouldn't feel right to him to start eating without her, they always had their meals together , he wasn't about to change that now.

Daniel looked at him with wide eyes , wondering if Charles was truly oblivious to his girlfriends constant lateness .

"She always says that! has she ever arrived on time? Or even less than an hour later? It's like she can't read the time!" He exclaimed , a little pissy from not being fed .

Pierre nodded in agreement , smiling . "He's right. We were waiting for two hours to get into that club , outside in the freezing cold because your girlfriend was 'on her way!' . She's never on her way!" He recalled .

Lando was wise enough not to say a word. Instead he just sat back in his seat and watched it unfold in front of him in amusement .

Charles frowned at his friends , annoyed. To him it simply didn't matter , as long as she eventually arrived safe and sound , then he didn't care how long he had to wait.

"She's a busy woman! She can't always be on time!" He shot back at him. Ignoring Daniels cough of "never on time!' And instead continued to tell them.

"-plus she likes to take her time getting ready. You can't rush perfection." He said it with all seriousness , smiling down at his phone as Cherrie told him that she was literally just another two minutes away.

Pierre just sighed at his blind in love friend , knowing that there was no point in telling him otherwise .

He loved her too much to hear anything negative about her. In his mind she was perfect. No matter what she did or said. Or how long she kept them waiting .

Then Charles suddenly glanced over to where Daniel was sitting at the end of the table , where it was a seat big enough for two with a perfect window view.

Daniel rose his brow at him once he caught Charles frowning at him "what?" He asked.

Charles just pushed up from his seat , pocketing his phone.

"I need you to swap seats . Cherrie likes to sit at the end of the table and I want to sit next to her." He informed him casually . Already making his way over to the other end of the table .

Daniel gaped at him "but this is my seat! Why should I move?!" He looked over at lando and Pierre for help, getting grins instead.

It wasn't the first time that Charles had demanded them to move seats before , he wanted Cherrie to have the best seat in the house always. No matter who he had to steal it from.

She came first . Always.

Charles just looked at him blankly "because that's Cherrie's seat. She likes to look out the window during dinner. Makes her feel less claustrophobic." He simply told him. Already tugging at his arm to literally pull him out of the seat himself, getting impatient .

As Daniel was hauled out of his seat, he could only Gape at his friend in disbelief .

"Claustrophobic?! The restaurant is massive! What's next? Do you want to take my kidney to give to her too?!" He exclaimed dramatically . Huffing his way over to his new seat.

Charles just rolled his eyes "if she was going to have anybody's kidney, it would be mine. Oh look-!" He suddenly brightened up as he caught sight of Cherrie coming through the doo. "-she's here! Call the waiter over now!" Before he rushed over to greet his girlfriend with a kiss.

Wrapping his arm around her waist as he lead her over to the table , chatting her ear off about what his morning had been like so far.

Ignoring the looks that he was getting from his friends as he gently pushed her into Daniels old seat, sliding in next to her till their thighs were touching and his arm was pressed against her side .

The smile never leaving his face the whole night . Even when he made Pierre switch plates with Cherrie because she didn't like her food.

Not even when he made lando give Cherrie his jacket when they were leaving , refusing to let her leave without one once he saw her shivering. He had left his own jacket at home , hence why he was mugging lando of his instead .

At the reminder of that day, Charles just rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with making sure that my girlfriend is comfortable and happy .." he took a sip of his water . Fighting the urge to check his phone to see if she had replied to his texts yet.

Pierre just snorted "even if it's at the expense of others happiness. Like my ham burger that I was really looking forward to eating.." he sent him a pointed , unimpressed look.

Charles clicked his tongue , unashamed . Shaking his head at his friend as though he was the silly one.

"The tuna she had was making her feel sick! She doesn't like fish!" He exclaimed like it was common knowledge that everyone was supposed to know.

Pierre looked at him like he was insane "then why did she order it?! And why did you have to mug me of my food?!" He exclaimed . Grinning despite himself. More amused than upset.

Charles scowled at him , ready to defend Cherrie to his last dying breath. Over everything and anything, no matter how stupid .

"She hasn't been to that restaurant before! She didn't know what it was that she ordered! It wasn't her fault!" He then huffed "and her favourite is pasta. Trust me, it was better for me to give her your food than not to. She goes crazy when she's hungry." He stated seriously . Grimacing a little at the thought.

The last time his girlfriend had went all day without eating anything , she had gotten into a fight with their team over the colour of her car .

They had looked at her in disbelief when she tapped the side of her car with a huff , her stomach rumbling .

"It's just so-" she huffed again "red!"

Their manager had gaped at her "it's a Ferrari car! Of course it's red!" He had exclaimed .

Cherrie had just whined "I know that but - how about a darker red? Like if I got a paper cut and bled all over the metal kind of red?" Before she could go into another tangent about all the different shades of red she preferred . Charles had spotted her hassling their team and quickly hurried over with a sandwich in his hand.

Having been running around looking for her since he had found out that she was annoying everyone she could . Then he had remembered that she had skipped out of their apartment without anything to eat and quickly realised what was happening.

She was just hungry. That was why she was terrorising everyone .

Once he had fed her , she was back to normal .

Chewing on the last bite happily as she tilted her head at her again, sighing pleasantly as she tucked herself into his side.

Looking between their team and her boyfriend , she smiled .

"I actually quite like this shade of red. There's nothing wrong with it at all. It's lovely." She casually said as though she hadn't just been almost crying over the colour .

They all exchanged similar looks between exasperation and amusement . Charles just laughing because he was used to it.

So , his girlfriend was a little unhinged? It made his life a little more exciting.

Pierre was adamant about how over protective of his she was. Pursing his lips stubbornly "she would kill someone if they even just upset you mate. Do I need to remind you of that disaster race?" He brought up knowingly .

The interviewer let out a small laugh "oh I think I know which one you're on about." Everyone did.

Charles paused at that, opening and closing his mouth several times for a moment before sighing long and hard in defeat .

"Okay... maybe she's a little protective. But I like it." He simply muttered. "Makes me love her more. If that's even possible . She makes me feel safe. I don't have to worry when she's around because I know she's always for my back. Even when she's not technically supposed to." He laughed.

Thinking back to his disaster crash last year when his wheels had made contact with Max's and sent him flying into the wall.

Cherrie had been driving right behind them when it happened and she could only watch with wide eyes as a familiar red car went flying in front of her , the redbull car being forced off the track with it.

She could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she quickly pushed her radio on , the red light flashing as the safety car was deployed . But Cherrie was frozen in her car , only a metre away from the two crashed cars.

"That was Charles wasn't it?! Is he okay?! Why isn't he getting out?!" She almost screamed in panic as she kept her eyes glued onto his car , praying for him to get out so that she could see with her own two eyes that he was okay.

"It was Charles Cherrie but I need you to pull back and follow the safety car now." The voice came over her radio calmly .

Yet she felt anything but . Slamming her hands against her wheel for a moment as she looked over to the safety car that she was supposed to follow and between her boyfriends crashed one anxiously .

"Why isn't anybody here yet? He needs to get out! Has he turned his engine off?!" She demanded to know, starting her car again as she slowly crept towards the crash scene instead.

Hearing her team panic over her radio once they saw what she was doing.

"Cherrie! Stay in your car and move away now! The medics are on the way!" Was frantically said.

She just huffed to herself. Ignoring them as she pulled her car forward and stopped right beside the crashed cars.

"They're taking too long! I'm gonna get him out! Sorry! Any consequences will be on me guys but I don't care right now!" She announced firmly before turning off her radio and quickly pulling herself up and out of her car.

Wasting no time as she ran over to the messed up Ferrari car , kneeling down beside it as she quickly pulled out the wheel in a panic .

"bébé ! Are you okay? Tell me you're okay!" She shouted down to her boyfriend . Letting out a loud sigh of relief when he let out a groan , wiggling in his seat as he looked up at her.

Reaching forward , she made sure that his engine had been turned off before sliding his visor up so that she could see his eyes. Her heart breaking at the sight of the tears covering them.

She knew how much this race had meant to him, how much he had wanted to win. And he had been so close to the goal before max had knocked him off the track.

"I've lost again!" Charles murmured to her , upset as he reached up to grab her hands so she could help pull him out . Wincing as he did so.

She pulled off her own helmet and tossed it aside as he did the same thing with his own. Then she reached up and wrapped her arms around him in a relieved embrace . Her heart still racing from seeing the love of her life crash like that.

"That doesn't matter C. What matters is that you're okay! What the fuck happened?! You were doing so good!" She exclaimed as she glanced over her shoulder to Max's car just as he started to pull himself out. Pushing the hands of the crew away from him.

Charles shook his head in frustration as he placed his hands on his hips , pursing his lips to keep back the tears that wanted to escape .

She knew that he would take the loss to heart, he always did.

"I tried to pass him on the bend and instead of leaving room he just fucking boxed me in! I tried to turn the wheel but his back wheel had already made contact! It's not fair! I was doing so well too!" He groaned as he placed his hands over his eyes, applying pressure .

Cherrie saw red.

Gently patting her boyfriend on his back before uttering a "one minute bébé ." Before she jogged over to where max was walking away.

He hadn't even checked to see if Charles was okay! She fumed as she came to stop in front of him, then she shoved him hard , startling him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you suddenly forget how to drive max?! Why didn't you leave him enough space! You knew what would happen if you closed the gap and yet you did it anyway!" She blew up on him, jabbing her finger into his chest harshly .

Leaving Charles to watch her with wide eyes, not daring to get in between them. He knew better than to jump in front of his girlfriend when she was livid like this.

And anyways . He did want to see her go ape shit on max . He deserved it for running him off the track.

Max just scoffed and batted her hands off of him, raising his visor so she could see him glaring at her.

"Your stupid boyfriend is the one who thought it would be a good idea to try and pass me in a corner like that!" He snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a strangled noise of anger and disbelief "that's the whole point of racing you dickhead! To overtake the other! Or did the crash make you lose what little brain cells you had left?!" She shoved him again , the image of Charles flying full force at the wall not leaving her mind.

Max was just as angry then, shaking his head at her hatefully . It was safe to say that the two had never gotten along very well before hand either , now that he had crashed into her boyfriend...

Well, she was done playing nice.

"Oh fuck off! You don't know what you're talking about . You're absolutely crazy!" He Snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a humourless laugh "I don't? You're saying that I'm the stupid one?!"

Max shrugged "you said it not me!"

She seethed "thank your lucky stars that I don't see you off the track max . 'Cause I'd fucking wring your neck for this!" She threatened him, meaning it too.

Watching as his girlfriend took a step closer to max , not doubt to threaten him some more , Charles finally moved and jogged over to her quickly . Aware that there was a lot of cameras being trained on them and that she could get into a lot of trouble for this.

"Cherrie come on.." he muttered to her . Not even looking at Max as he tried to pull her away.

Max laughed "yeah Cherrie . You heard your little boyfriend . Leave me alone!" He threw at her bitterly.

Cherrie looked at Charles blankly "what do you think will happen if I punch him?" The question was spoken so casually that max took a large step away from her , aware of her temper and how she wasn't afraid to fight anybody either . Consequences be damned.

Charles cleared his throat , trying to push down his own little smirk at her behaviour .

Instead he put on a serious face and shook his head at her .

"Not a good idea. You're already gonna be in the shit's for jumping out of your car . Don't risk it." He pleaded to her lightly.

Not wanting to see her get into more trouble than she no doubt already was in.

Seeing the way she hesitated, still side eyeing max dangerously . He decided to just remove her from the scene before she actually did what she wanted to do.

Beat the ass of anyone that dared to hurt him.

He even let her drag him over to the medics to make her happy too .

Their interviewer looked amused "wow. It seems like you two really love other . I guess it's safe to say that the relationship between you two it's pretty serious." He commented to him.

Charles couldn't help but smirk a little , his eyes misheviously meeting Pierre's as they both shared a knowing look between them.

Shifting in his seat with a small , amused laugh as his phone buzzed in his lap. Glancing down at it just in time to see cherries beaming face pop up on his screen.

It was one of his favourite pictures of them as his screensaver too. The photo was from her sisters wedding they had attended . It was a small, family only event . Cherrie had hosted the whole thing in their back garden and it had been turned into a wonderland for the night .

Cherrie had giggled and teased him all night for breaking out into endless tears when they said their vows , his lips trembling as he clutched onto his girlfriends hands for dear life , as though she was going to run away if he let go.

He had just been so in love that as he watched her sister and one of their friends get married and promises till death do they part , it had hit him that night, that was what he wanted too.

He wanted to be stood at the end of the isle waiting for Cherrie one day . He wanted to watch her walk down the isle with her arm being held onto by her fathers as he gave her away.

He had no doubt in his mind that she was his person. He had known since he was twelve years old that she was the one.

All she needed was a bit of convincing and a little time for her to come to the same conclusion as he had so long ago.

By the end of the night the both of them had drank enough wine to be unashamed of their public display of affection. They had spent the whole night attached to each other , so much so that her father had joked that their skin was going to fuse soon if they weren't careful.

They had been stood by the archway in the garden where her sister had gotten married. Cherrie had been muttering a stupid joke in his ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and leant his cheek against her shoulder.

Grinning up at her like the man in love that he was , his eyes glued to her giggling lips as she hooked her arm behind his neck to bring him closer . Neither of them had seen the photographer near them with her camera aimed at them, too lost in each other to notice anything else .

"What do you call two spiders that just got married?" She giggled as she barely got her own question out , her cheeks flushed from the amount of wine they had consumed.

Charles had been fairing no Better, his eyes glazed and beyond happy as he gazed at her with love in his eyes. Giggling because she was .

She had titled her head at him, meeting his eyes mischievously as she ran her fingers through his hair without even realising that she was doing it.

"Newly webs!" She barely got the joke out from her own snorting laughter . The both of them too drunk on wine and each other as they started hysterically giggling, leaning on each other for support.

Then the photo had been taken at that exact moment . With Charles looking at her like she had hung every star in the sky above them and Cherrie beaming up at him proudly , pleased that she had made him laugh.

"Yeah .." he chuckled as he tapped his ring finger against his phone screen absentmindedly.

"I'd say it's pretty serious ." He smirked as he tilted his hand so that the camera could focus on the new gold band that was sat proudly on his ring finger.

The interviewers eyes widened in shock as Pierre giggled beside him at Charles's lack of subtly.

"Are you- is that what I think it is?" The man looked over at him in surprise .

Charles looked down at his ring , running his fingertip gently over the words carved in the gold.

Je t'aime. It read.

He smiled softly , his face softening as he squeezed his finger with the ring on.

Sighing contently "it is. It's an engagement ring." He simply replied.

The man smiled "ah that's lovely! When did you propose?" He wanted to know . No doubt the whole world did.

At that Charles let out a loud laugh, smirking cheekily as he shook his head. Utterly gleeful.

"I didn't ." He looked at the mans confused face and laughed even harder .

"Cherrie did. She couldn't even let me do it! I had a plan and everything!" He exclaimed in amusement .

It was just like her to do something like that. He should have expected it really . She always was the one to do everything first .

It hadn't been a particularly special day, Cherrie and him had decided to race around the track with their friends after getting permission to do so from their teams .

It was a completely different atmosphere without all the fans filling the area and they had been having fun just joking around and having fun. Racing against each other as someone kept the tally, and whoever won got a large plastic crown that Cherrie had found in one of the shops .

He hadn't even known anything was going on when Cherrie dragged him out of his seat and demanded that he race her and her alone.

He didn't think anything of it because his girlfriend was a competitive woman who liked to kick ass in any game . Loved to rub it in his face that she always won.

So he had just laughed and rolled his eyes at her playfully as he let her shove his helmet back over his head . Their friends exchanging knowing looks between them as they all got out their cameras to film their race .

Cherrie was beaming as she put on her own helmet , lifting up the visor for a moment so she could look him in his eyes .

"If I win I get to ask you a question." She suddenly said as she playfully kicked at his hip , getting a slap on-top of her helmet in return.

He had just laughed and squinted his eyes at her in slight confusion . Wondering what type of game she was playing with him.

She had been known to spin truth or dare on people at the most random of times . Forcing them to admit something embarrassing or do something equally as mortifying as a forfeit .

So , he still had no clue at all.

Instead he had just grinned and squeezed her hip affectionately before moving past her to her in his own car.

"You can ask me whatever you want but I'm not telling you what I got you for your birthday Cherrie.." he called over to her laughing . She had been bugging him none stop about it.

Trying to guess what he could have gotten her that she didn't already have .

Grinning to himself as he buckled himself in. Feeling excited at the very thought of her birthday because what the love of his life doesn't know was that he had gotten her the lost important gift she would ever receive from him.

He had gotten her a ring . A beautiful gold ring with real diamonds lining it and a stunning emerald stone right in the middle .

He had a plan.

He was going to make her blow out her candles on her cake at the party and then when she turned around to kiss him like she usually did , he was going to be down on one knee asking her to marry him.

He couldn't wait .

There was still no suspicion in his mind as they flew around the track, her radio open to his as she kept teasing him . Her car a good few seconds ahead of him.

Because of course she was winning. She always did.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you looked today bébé?" She said to him over the radio . Knowing how much her complement would fluster him.

Charles could feel his face heat up from under his helmet . Keeping his eyes firmly on her car in front of him as they turned a sharp corner , still struggling to catch up to her .

"About a hundred times already yes ." He chuckled shyly, recalling the way they had almost not made it out of their door that morning .

The radio went silent for a few minutes as they concentrated on racing each other . Charles finally managing to catch up on the last lap.

His radio crackled back to life "just a few more seconds to go C. Are you ready to answer a question that's been on my mind for a while now?" She questioned him casually as the finish line came into sight .

Charles sighed in defeat , knowing that she was about to win again. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to be upset .

Instead he was smiling to himself as he answered her.

"Alright . Lay it on me mon amour." He said just as they passed the finish line . Chuckling to himself as he began to slow down his car to be next to her own, tilting his head to try and see her .

He could just see her helmet tilting in his direction as she waved her hand out cheekily at him.

Then her voice came through again, calm and casual like nothing was out of the ordinary as she finally spoke up.

"You still love me? Even though i beat you again?" She asked him softly , seeming to seriously want to know the answer . Even though it was obvious.

Charles just grinned to himself , heart feeling full.

"Of course I do. I've loved you since I was twelve years old Cherrie . You humiliating at every game we play isn't going to change that." He teased her.

Cherrie just let out a quiet laugh , something shifting in her voice that made his grin fade . Concern filling him the longer she stayed silent .

Frowning a little as he kept his eyes on her helmet covered head as he wondered what she was thinking. surprised that she wasn't rambling on and rubbing her win in his face like she usually did .

Before he could speak up and ask her if she was okay , the radio finally came back to life and her soft , hesitant voice came through the line.

"Okay .. that's good otherwise this might have been a little awkward .." she giggled a little nervously making him tense .

Because Cherrie never got nervous. What was going on?

It was only then that he noticed their friends hanging over the railing with their phones held up in their direction as they all grinned their way.

"Cherrie-" he started to question her , confused.

But she quickly cut him off , her smile evident in her voice .

"Will you marry me Charles? Cause I want to marry you. I think you'd look amazing at the end of the isle waiting for me." She asked him seriously , voice confident yet still so nervous as she waited for him to answer .

Charles could only blink over at where she was still sat in her car with wide eyes , his heart racing in his chest as he inhaled sharply . Tears quickly filling his eyes as he let her question sink in.

She was asking him to marry him.

Four days before he was supposed to ask her to marry him as well.

He couldn't believe it!

Letting out a wet laugh as the tears began to rain like a waterfall from his eyes , his voice both thick with emotion and amusement .

Because of course she got there first .

"I can't believe you beat me to it." His voice cracked as he spoke . Utterly speechless .

Was he dreaming or did the love of his life just propose to him over the radio after beating him in a race?

Cherries voice came through , amused and more then confused as she voiced a "what do you mean? What else have I beat you in?" Laughing a little.

Charles cried "oh my god. I had a plan and everything! Not as good as yours though! Fucking hell Cherrie! Get out your car mon amour!" Was all he managed to choke out before he removed his steering wheel and jumped out.

Seeing Cherrie do the same as he ran over to her, throwing his helmet off to the side while she gently placed hers inside of the car . Charles didn't care if he broke his, too busy wrapping his arms around her tightly as he lifted her feet up off the ground , twirling them around in circles .

Laughing tearfully as she shrieked with giggles, clinging onto his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly.

"Sooo is that a yes bébé?" She needed to know as she pulled her face back so she could meet his eyes.

Laughing gently at how emotional he was as she wiped away the tears that kept kept falling from his eyes , leaning up to kiss them all away.

Charles let out a tearful scoff , smacking his lips against hers over and over again. Kisses Messy and dramatic , just like she was.

Sniffling loudly as the same butterflies that had swarmed his stomach when he was a teenager getting beaten with gloves while Cherrie cursed him out at the kart racing when they were just twelve and eleven years old.

The same butterfly's that had never fucking left .

He might as well start naming them because they were going the be with him for as long as Cherrie was.

Forever now.

"Yes! Of course I'm gonna marry you mon amour! I've been planning to since the moment we met!" He laughed as he pulled away from her lips to beam at her .

Only to look down at his hand as he felt her slide a ring onto his finger . Starting to cry again as he read the words engraved on it .

"Forever." He sniffled before blowing a raspberry into the air as he tried to pull himself together . Slowly putting her back down on her feet as he wiped his tears away with his hands quickly .

Then he remembered her ring sitting at home in his sock drawer and laughed . Squeezing her cheeks into the palms of his hands as he squished her lips together playfully , making her giggle as she gazed up at him happily .

"Guess you're gonna open your birthday present early after all." He huffed jokingly as he kissed her again, just because he could.

Hearing their friends yell and scream their names happily , peering over his shoulder at them with a laugh as he saw a few of them crying. No doubt having been in on her little plan.

Cherrie just smiled at him, not seeming surprised that he had planned to ask her to marry him too.

He supposed he had never been the subtlest of people. He had openly and loudly told anyone that would listen to him over the years that he was going to marry her one day.

He just hasn't expected her to beat him to it. By four fucking days too!

It was just like her to pull something like this.

"I love you. I want to be your pain in the ass for the rest of our lives." She told him sweetly as she interlaced their fingers together and began to lead him over to their celebrating friends who were already cracking open the champagne.

Charles snorted a laugh, looking down at her with love in his eyes. The love spilling out of him as his heart was already too full.

He was going to marry his best friend. After dreaming about putting a ring on her finger since the day he first met her .

It couldn't get any better than that.

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transformation4life · 10 months

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Thinking Straight

"Hey Faggot, bet you want these guns?" The gymbro flexed to Parker.

Parker was your average gay twink trying to get some muscle at the gym much to the dismay of the straight homophobic gymbros. Even with that in mind he still came back every single time. Even with their comments he couldn't help but keep drooling at their bodies especially with their asian heritage.

"Yes I do. Now keep belittling me please," Parker didn't hesitate to keep staring.

The gymbro snarled and grabbed Parker by the neck.

"You. Faggot. Shut up! You will be like us soon enough and understand how much faggots like you deserve to suffer." The gymbro let go of Parker as the words left Parker with a terrible feeling in his stomach.

The collective bunch of gymbros all laughed and pointed at Parker soon after and Parker's hard on quickly faded and the poor skinny guy was filled with embarrassment and left the gym to go back home. Usually Parker would be filled with lust after the gymbros insulted him, but after getting grabbed he felt... different. Either way Parker needed to be alone for a while.

Parker arrived at his apartment and opened the door and was quick to collapse onto his couch.

" *Groan* That was so weirdddddddddd. What did that guy even meannnnnn? I'm as gay as can be!" Parker didn't want to think about what happened anymore so he resorted to his usual at-home activity of watching videos of male bodybuilders to get a hard-on.

So Parker pulled out his phone and was quick to search stuff like "Bodybuilder Flexing" and "Bodybuilder Posing" and "Pec bounce" hoping it would give him the desired tent in his pants. Much to Parker's dismay though, that tent never appeared even when it usually should have. Parker felt like something was off. The words the gymbro said to him ringed in his head again.

"AUGHHHH This is infuriating!!! Y'know what I'll just go to bed now. It's getting late anyway," Parker closed the YouTube app and made his way to his bed.

An urge quickly took over Parker as he out of characteristically decide to sleep nude.

"I-It's a bit hot in here this is perfectly fine..." Parker told himself.

Parker closed his eyes thinking of strong, large, and muscular men hoping he could maybe stroke his cock before bed but he still felt nothing. Infact he felt more challenged that he wasn't like them.

"I'll show them tomorrow. No more horny," He mumbled before drifting off to sleep as his life would soon change drastically.

As the night continued Parker kept rolling around in bed as he kept twisting and turning his sleeping position as he tried to think of large men in order to calm himself down but it still wasn't working.

"You will be like us soon enough," The words suddenly entered the thoughts of Parker making him sweat. Almost sweat too much.

Parker's face began to morph as his eyes became thinner and his lips a bit plumper and more changes to give his face a more asian look. Although his eyes were closed Parker's vision started to worsen while suddenly a pair of glasses appeared on his nightstand. Parker's pale white skin was slowly becoming much more tanner and much like he's been out in the sun for a lot longer than he actually has. Memories of being a Thailand immigrant quickly surfaced into Parker's brain as they replaced the ones of being born in the United States. Still as gay as ever, Chet Wong still wanted to get big and stare at men all the while.

"เชี่ย…" (Fuck...) Chet moaned in perfect Thai as he was about to get a hard-on thinking of the same asian gymbros before something stopped it.

The next most important change become evident as Chet began to pack on TONS of muscle. As the muscles packed on so did the memories of Chet going to the gym at young age of 14. It wasn't before long that Chet had two massive suckable tits, washboard abds, pythons for biceps and thick juicy thighs not to mention the bubble butt of all time along with other ultra masculine features.

And now... the star of the show couldn't wait much longer as Chet's currently small dick erected and grew into a thick girthy 10 inch monster just waiting to fuck.... something. Boys! Girls? Chet was a bit fuzzy on his sexuality as he continued to moan as he remembered his long rod and hanging out with... those asian gymbros?! Wait... that's right those were Chet's friends. Have been for a while now. But why would those homophobic shitstains want to hang out with-

-and understand how much faggots like you deserve to suffer." Chet grabbed his rod thinking of how hot his gymbros were and how lucky a gay bodybuilder like him was lucky to be around them until his stopped in his tracks and his dick softened.

"Why am I thinking like a Fag? I'm no Fag!" Chet's homosexuality quickly became 100% heterosexuality.

Thoughts of men pecs and hairy bodies were quickly replaced with the thoughts of busty women and their curvy bodies that Chet needed to seed with his 10-incher. Chet adopted every single toxic masculinity trait in the book as he thought about all the women he fucked and all the fags that he turned down. Chet's rod quickly rose to it's full girth as he began to masturbate until releasing a sea of cum onto his bed.

"ที่รู้สึกดี….." (That felt good...) All of Chet's worries were gone as he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Morning arrived as a flurry of notifications brought Chet awake. Chet groaned a bit as his morning wood was evident due to his thoughts of women last night. Chet grabbed his glasses from his nightstand and went for his phone.

"Wonder what Fag texted me last night. Let's see..."

Much to Chet's betterment it was one of his gymbro friends also from Thailand.

GB: เฮ้ Faggot พร้อมที่จะทำซ้ำแล้วหรือยัง? (Hey Faggot, ready to do reps?)

BigDick: ฮ่าๆ! แน่นอน ขอแค่ให้ฉันเตรียมไม้เรียวให้สาวๆ แล้วฉันจะไปที่นั่น (Haha! Of course just let me get my rod ready for the ladies and I'll be there.)

Chet put his phone down and got out of his bed to give a good look of himself on his closet mirror. He was feeling cocky and ready to seed.

After a self-obsessed ten minutes Chet put some clothes on, but making sure his prized schlong was big and out there. Chet then grabbed his gym bag and set out for where his bros were at.

"ไอ้เหี้ย! นั่นแหละ!" (Faggot! There you are!) One of the gymbros shouted as Chet approached

"ฮาฮาฮามาก. ฉันไม่ใช่ตุ๊ด แม้กระทั่งยกออกเมื่อคืนนี้กับผู้หญิงบางคน" (Haha very funny. I am no faggot. Even jacked off last night to some ladies.) Chet smirked.

"และนั่นคือเชตที่เรารู้จัก!" (And that's the Chet we know!) The gymbros all cheered.

"มาปั๊มกันเถอะ!" (Let's get our pump on!) Chet cheered back.

The thai gymbros worked out for hours as they built their muscles to show off to the ladies. A couple ladies at the gym even noticed the group making some comments about them. This caught the attention of Chet as he was ready to get some pussy tonight. While the other gymbros were distracted with their workouts Chet stripped of all of his clothes except for his underwear poorly keeping his rod in check.

"Hey ladies. Like what you see?" Chet did a little flex.

The girls giggled and nodded. Chet was ecstatic and made his move.

"So how about you feel this 10 incher in ya later tonight at my place?" The girls giggled again but politely decline much to Chet's rage.

"What?!?!?! You bitches don't know what you're missing on!!!" Chet walked away to his bros absolutely fuming.

"What's wrong bro?" One of the gym bros asked.

"Ladies didn't want my seed it was not fun!!!" Chet replied solemnly.

The bros showed deep concern for Chet and began to hype him up.

"You got big ass Chet! Those bimbos know nothing!!" One of the gymbros said prompting Chet to look at his ass in the nearby mirror.

"You are right!"

Almost as if right on cue another set of ladies walked by and Chet's libido was higher than ever. Chet adjusted his loose underwear ready for a seeding opportunity.

Surprisingly one of the ladies actually agreed to a date later tonight and the whole gymbro group cheered.

"นั่นคือเชตของเรา!" (That's our Chet!) Any sign of Parker was long gone as Chet pulled down his pants thinking of all the ladies he was going to fuck.

Chet's prize swayed back and forth as Chet began to smile as he moved his legs in excitement.

"ฉันรักการเป็นผู้ชาย!" (I love being a man!)

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 11 months

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Improvise (Sebastian Michaelis x Kitten Play! Reader) 500 Followers Special

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Fandom: Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji

Genre: Smutty smut smut

Rated: 18+

Warnings: Pet Play, Kitten Play, Collaring, Dirty Talk, Brat taming rough sex, pussy rubbing, fingering, fellatio, Praise Kink, 18+ content

Summary: If the Young Master won't allow Sebastian to have cats in the manor, then he will have to improvise, besides it's not like you hate it or anything~.

Admin Harmony: This one is for my Black Butler peeps out here! I hope you guys enjoy this as well! Thank you all for following me and liking my content! Everyone is so amazing I can't-

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The collar felt tight around your neck as your owner fastened it around you. You weren't exactly sure why but you didn't mind being collared, especially if it is by Sebastian himself. You two have secretly been doing this for a week, ever since the Young Master found all the cats that Sebastian hid in his room that day. Then once he had a discussion with Sebastian about his hoard of cats things changed drastically. The Young Master made it completely clear to him to never have cats again or there will be serious punishment. Of course, when Ciel orders something everyone will have to follow them especially Sebastian.

Now Sebastian was at a stand-still. What could he do to fill the void of not having cats but not breaking the rules? Simple, he found the cutest girl that worked at the manor and made them a offer they couldn't refuse. It didn't help that you already had a huge crush on him and would do almost anything to please him.

You flinched once he leaned forward to put the cute cat ears on you. You were hesitant about this offer, you still weren't fully sure on how to play part as his cat but you wanted to make Sebastian happy and this was the only way that you could.

"Now now now, no need to flinch, You're not truly a cat until I put on the ears." His silky smooth voice felt so calm even though there was a slight teasing tone to it. "S-sorry." You muttered, becoming more shy by just him being so close to you. He took a step back, staring at you with approval, he adored you even more, you look cuter now that you have a collar wrapped around your neck and cute kitty ears on. "You're so adorable, such a cute little kitten." Sebastian cooed, eyeing with adoration, You couldn't help but blush at his praise, what can you say just a little bit of it makes your heart beat so fast.

"On your knees, cats don't walk on two legs." He ordered you, watching as you slowly got down on your knees, looking up at him expectantly afterwards. Sebastian begins to circle you, taking in every detail of your outfit, or lack thereof since you were wearing nothing but a cute matching pair of black lace bra and panties. You were becoming more self-conscious and nervous, you were hoping that Sebastian liked what he saw. "I-is there anything wrong?" You stuttered out, the silence was getting too much. Sebastian tutted, giving you another verbal warning. "Cats don't talk, my dear. Do not speak out again or you will be punished, Is that clear, kitten?" You bit your lips, your face starting to turn pink from not only the nickname but his stern voice. You nodded your head, hoping this would suffice. "Good girl." He simply said, taking a seat in his fancy reading chair, Once he sat down you began to crawl towards him until he verbally stopped you, "Stop, I didn't say for you to come over. You speak, and do anything only when I tell you. That's what good kittens do, do I make myself clear?" Sebastian glared down at you. You nodded frantically, "I-i'm sorry! I won't do that again! oops!" You yipped covering your hands over your mouth. Sebastian tutted again,waving his hands over, "Come over here." His voice sounded very annoyed, you broke one of the rules and you were scared but still a bit turned on. You then crawled over to him, afraid to make eye contact with him. He lifted you up into his lap so you could face him, making sure you stare into his eyes. "Didn't I say not to speak? Not to mention you will always look into my eyes, that's what good kittens do." "I'm sorry, I didn't- ah!" You yiped as Sebastian swatted your scantily clad tush. It hurt but you wouldn't say that it was a horrible feeling, quite the opposite. "Good kittens need to learn not to make mistakes, if you keep it up there will be worse consequences." He smacked your ass again, this time it felt nice, you felt your pussy clench at the pain he had given you. He continued to give a few more erotically pleasing slaps which made your pussy wetter with each spanking. Afterward, he slid his hand from your butt to your fabric covered lips. His gloved hands rubbing you sensually feeling your wetness seeping from your panties and on his white gloves. "My my you're such a naughty little cat, getting wet just by me punishing you." He rubbed his hand harder, adding more friction to your soaking wet panties. You moaned out in pleasure, unintentionally rubbing yourself against Sebastian's hand. "Ah ah ah, Naughty kittens don't get to come before their masters." He removed his hand from under you, before giving you another sharp spank on your butt which caused you to moan out in pleasure.

"Have you ever tried fellatio before?" Sebastian asked, You slowly shook your head no, everything was so new to you. "Today will be your first time, kitten and if you do a good job then I will grant you a huge reward." Sebastian said, taking his thumb and teasing rubbing your chin with it. You were now the same color as a tomato, you couldn't believe that you were about to taste him. "Get on your knees, I'm sure you know what to do next. If not, I will guide you." You were still hesitant, but you at least had some idea on what to do. You begin to take your hands, unzipping his pants, watching Sebastian cock spring out through the hole of his dress pants. Your eyes widened at his length, you couldn't believe how pretty and thick his cock was and this will be the first time you get to actually touch it. "Go on my pet, take a lick, caress it, do what you need to do to pleasure me." He ordered, his ruby red eyes watching you intently. You lean forward, giving his length a tiny lick. Sebastian only chuckled at you, so innocent. He adored every part of it. "Take a couple minutes to touch, lick and suck because soon I am going to train you to take every inch of it." You looked up at him with shock, he was going to train you to take every huge inch of him, is that even possible? You wanted to question him but you knew that the clock was ticking way and you only have a short amount of time to really get use to him. You begin to lick the base of cock all the way up to the tip, slowly licking it since you knew that it was the most sensitive part of cock when it comes to pleasure. You then took your dominant hand, grasping firmly and stroking it. You heard a slight gasp from Sebastian as his cock became hard. You could tell that you were doing something right, so you went from licking his tip to wrapping your lips around and sucking it hard enough. The longer you sucked on his cock you felt a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip, you licked it up and swallowed gracefully. Sebastian begin to pat your head, physically praising you for taking him so well, "Keep going kitten, you're doing an amazing job. Make sure not to use your teeth." His praise made all of your self consciousness fly out of the window, You continued your movements faster and harder with more confidence, remembering what Sebastian had said. You were learning so well, Sebastian was glad that he had chose you as his kitten. You felt his cock getting hotter as you continued to use your mouth to satisfy him. He placed his hand inside your hair, trying his hardest to keep his composure. You could have sworn you could hear panting coming from him. What you definitely feel was his cock pulsating in your mouth and hand, signaling that he was almost about to come. "I'm going to slowly push your head down so you can use your throat to take all of me. If you ever feel uncomfortable, whine to let me know." Sebastian placed his hand on top of your head, slowly pushing you down his cock, it felt awkward feeling your throat slowly being filled by his length. "Make sure you breathe through your nose, you're doing so well, kitten." He was patient and encouraging, which made this whole experience much better. You slowly made all the way to the base of his cock by then his cock was rapidly pulsating and hot with need. A few seconds later, once his whole cock was shoved down your throat his came right inside you, causing him to moan in pleasure, causing you to swallow every drop of come that was shoved down your throat. You took everything like a champ and Sebastian was very impressed by how well you did for him. Sebastian quietly pants removing his hand from your head so you can unlatch from him. Once you did, you begin to pant as well. Once Sebastian's panting seized he smiled down at you, leaning forward to grasp your chin so you could look up at him, "You did a wonderful job, my pet. Now it is my turn to return the favor to you." Your eyes widened, does he really mean…?

"Lay on the bed for me." Sebastian ordered you. You did exactly as he said, laying right on top on of it. Sebastian then followed in pursuit, standing right inf ront of you, taking in your beautiful scantily clad form. "You look so beautiful in your lingerie." He begin to take off his gloves with his teeth, never taking his eyes off of you. He placed his hand over your clothed pussy, gently rubbing it in circles. You begin to pant some more, you felt very feverish enjoying Sebastian's erotic touch. You wanted to be touched so badly, every part of your body was so sensitive and him just by touching you like this was fulfilling it. "Are you enjoying this, kitten? You're so wet for me, I can't wait to feel every crevice of your sweet wet cunt." Sebastian darkly chuckled, hovering over you to pepper several light kisses from your neck all the down to your chest, licking and biting them as well. "S-sebastian….p-please.." You moaned out, which caused Sebastian to chuckle at you. "Open your pretty legs wider for me." You did exactly what he said, spreading wide so he could see every part of you. He moved his hands at an agonizingly slow pace to further tease you. "What did I say before? Cats don't speak. All I want to hear is meows and mewls from you, no words. Do you understand?" You nodded your head vigorously, hoping Sebastian would hurry up to further please you already. "You seem so eager to be pleased by me aren't you?" You begin to whine pathetically at him, nodding your head as well. He could only chuckle at your desperation. "I'll do all I can to please you since you have been such a good little kitty." He smirked at you before rubbing your wetness faster, making sure that his hand is coated with your arousal. You begin to whimper pathetically while trying your hardest to hide all of your embarrassing sounds. Sebastian moved your panties to the side, inserting his fingers completely inside of you, curling them inside of you to make sure you hit your sweet spot. "Cats meow my dear, so make sure to mewl and cry just for me." He teased you, causing you to squirm under his touch. You begin to pant frantically, your body heating up from arousal. "Your cute little pussy is clenching around me, you're so good to me," He continued to praise you, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, your slickness slowly seeping from your heat and dripping down his hand. Your whimpers and cries of pleasure were audible now, your toes continue to curl as the erotic pain grew. You watched intently seeing you moan and pant was a treat to see, but he also wanted something else from you.

"Good kittens keep contact with their owners, make sure you look at me while I am pleasuring you."

You whimpered loudly, your mind on overdrive, how could you focus on him while he made you feel this way? You weren't sure if you could really focus on him but you tried your best. Seeing his beautful eyes gazing at you was almost too much to handle but that was why Sebastian wanted you to look at him.

"That's a good girl, keep looking at me." He encouraged, pleasuring you with his skilled fingers. Then, right when you were almost at your peaked, his hand left from inside of you, feeling the emptness on them made you moan so loud, "Aw, is my pretty kitty upset that I stopped pleasuring her? Don't worry, I will I just have to have a little taste of you. It's only fair." He couldn't take his eyes off of you as he begin to seductively lick his hands clean from your wetness, making sure you were watching every moment of it. "S-s-s…" You whined out loud, you were almost crying by now, whimpering loudly with desperate need.

"You poor thing, you really want me that bad? Then I must oblige and spoil my good little kitten." He swiftly flipped you over onto your stomach to where your pussy and ass was on display for him. He inserted himself inside of you, not waiting any longer for you to get used to his length, pumping himself in and out of you hard and fast, keeping up a rhythm, hitting your clit and G-spot perfectly. You were pretty sure by how rough he was your cat ears had fallen off somewhere on the bed but it didn't matter as each of your bodies had intertwined with each other. You screamed out in pleasure as his cock continued to abuse your pussy, he could have sworn you heard him growl, before slamming your whole body down on the bed, causing you to almost taste the sheets as you let Sebastian have his way with you. You didn't mind at all, since your screams and moans of pleasure were muffled. Until Sebastian roughly grabbed your hair lifting your head up, "Good kittens let's their master hear them meow while they breed them." He said in a teasing tone, causing you to gasp, your pussy clenching around his cock. You heard a few strings of grunts of pleasure from him,"That's good kitty clench around your master, good girl~." He praised you, as he continued to rail you ruthlessly while you screamed with pleasure.You felt him twitch inside of you, signaling that he almost done using your pussy as his own personal fleshlight. His thrusts begins to become bit more sloppy, then once he was about to finihh inside of you he grabbed you by the neck, keeping you in place as he filled you to the brim with cum. You came right after him, becoming so turned on by the feeling of his seed deep inside of you. You screamed out in pleasure as you were high as kit from your powerful orgasm, causing you to squirt all over Sebastian's flaccid cock. Sebastian could tsk at you, taking himself from out of you.

"What a naughty little kitty, you made such a mess all over me. I guess you will have to clean up the mess you made and I will have to train you to come when you're supposed to."

You laid limp, except for your eyes which widened at Sebastian's statement. You were in for a wild ride but you had to admit you weren't mad at all.

Quite the opposite.

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