#(but only the FARTHEST strawberries)

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At today’s meet-and-greet there was a container with strawberries and pineapple

And I love strawberries and I HATE pineapple (even more than I love strawberries) so I was like

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Overindulgent

IVE Jang Wonyoung x m!reader

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“Chocolate or strawberry?”

It should have been a simple question to answer.

As simple as naming a favorite color, most people would have no trouble answering without hesitation, based on preference or what one was in the mood for. Milkshakes were the perfect treat, universally loved and the best thing to have on a hot summer day, especially after a grueling two-hour, forgettable class.

But most people weren’t Jang Wonyoung. “Two flavors? That’s all?”

Around her, nothing would ever be simple. If you asked her to name two numbers, she would find some justification to add a third.

“Sorry, princess,” you said with obvious mockery in your tone. “That’s all there is. But you can add toppings.”

“If one of those toppings isn’t mint, then I don’t---ugh, fine. Strawberry.”

Wonyoung audibly sighed when she grabbed her pink milkshake, sitting down at one of the white leather booths in the farthest possible corner from everything as could be.

She looked unsatisfied even before her first sip, and lifelessly stirred the creamy concoction, hoping to somehow conjure up something more appealing. Wonyoung had very specific tastes, and didn’t particularly care for stepping out of her comfort zone.

Watching for her reaction, Wonyoung made a loud slurp through her long red straw set amidst a sea of sugar. “How is it?”

“It’s too sweet.”

Of all the possibilities in the world, nothing prepared you for that one.

“It’s a milkshake…” you said with a furrowed brow.

Yujin introduced you to this particular place. Two straws, one big chocolate milkshake, and an elated look of bliss on her face later, and she was slurping it down until nothing but air filled her straw. So it was only natural that you’d invite Wonyoung here with the same expectations. That was your first mistake.

“Well, it’s too sweet.”

Incredible.

Being seated across the booth from Wonyoung felt like you were part of a failed science experiment, because every sip taken came with a different reaction, like she expected her opinion to change. When she wiped bits of whipped cream from her glossy lips, the growing disdain on her face didn’t disappear with it.

Who knew you'd located the sole person in the entire universe who disliked milkshakes? That alone was an achievement worthy of a medal or plaque to proudly display on the fireplace for all to see.

“Here, you finish it,” Wonyoung said, verging on demand as she slid it across the table next to your half-finished chocolate shake.

“But I already have one. And this is plenty,” you replied, taking a long sip, and savoring the sugary bliss to help ease the pain of your astonishment.

“Ugh, fine. Just throw it away. I paid for them both, but I don’t even want to look at it anymore.”

“No---wait. I’ll save it for Yujin. She loves sweet things.”

“Fine. It’s a good thing I brought my car then. Wouldn’t want it to melt. I’ve seen how much she enjoys swallowing creamy thick liquids down her throat…”

Something so uncharacteristic caught you off-guard. Jang Wonyoung was many things: bossy, spoiled, infuriating more times than you could count, but lewd jokes that sprang from nowhere without so much as a smirk? Not what you expected today.

Wonyoung slid out of the booth and made for the exit. You followed behind, both milkshakes in hand, and took turns sipping from each one, enjoying the unique flavors each brought.

“I can’t believe anyone likes those things. They’re just sugar.”

“That’s why everyone likes them. But that would assume our little princess actually knew how to enjoy anything.” That remark caught you in her deadly gaze, but you didn’t hold back the smile on your face, perhaps to your detriment.

“Keep that up and you’re walking home.”

“Oh, come on, princess. We both know you enjoy my company too much. It’s not my fault you can’t take a little joke.”

“Is that so?” Wonyoung entered her black, two-door sports car and closed the door with yet another icy glare. Seconds after, you grabbed the cold metal handle and opened it, to no avail. Without success, you tried again---but the door didn’t budge an inch. Tapping on the window proved as pointless as offering Wonyoung another sip of milkshake.

“Wonyoung---“ Ignoring any attempt you made to grab her attention, she instead revved the engine in succession and avoided your gaze with every stomp on the pedal.

Surely, she wouldn’t---

“Come on, this isn’t funny. Just open the door.” The door handle might as well have been fashioned out of paper and glued on, for as useless as it now was. After trying one last time, Wonyoung cracked open the window just enough to speak.

“It’s not my fault you can’t take a little joke.” That was the last thing you heard before her tires squealed and she sped off without looking back.

…she would.

Guess you were walking off all that ice cream.

You still couldn’t believe it. Wonyoung wasn’t a stranger to your teasing, but never took it so seriously before. On the plus side, at least the ice cream shop wasn’t more than a twenty-minute walk from your place. Well, it wasn’t exactly your place, and you just had the privilege of living in a luxurious high-rise apartment that had Wonyoung and Yujin’s names on the dotted line.

Ten minutes from campus, the loft came fully furnished with an always stocked fridge, a gorgeous pool, spacious bedrooms, and one of the best views you could ask for, while also saving you from the nightmares of dorm life.

Quite contrary to your first year of college spent in a shoe-box sized room, an uncomfortable bed, and a quiet, messy roommate, always there when you needed just a minute to yourself. It taught you a valuable lesson to never underestimate the value of privacy.

Maybe a stroke of luck that at the end of that semester from hell came your first encounter with Yujin. Tucked away in a secluded corner at the library, she recognized you from class and offered to help study. One study session grew into two, which turned into three, then led into several sessions over coffee every week, until you were seeing each other virtually every day.

Over time, the two of you got closer, meeting without the pretense of studying. Then one day, the books got tossed aside, and the only thing being studied was how far Yujin could ram her tongue down your mouth.

You learned early on how difficult it was to say no to Yujin. Whether you were in the middle of the library, taking up spots on the packed couches, the always crowded student center, or right by the administration office, no place was off-limits for an impromptu make-out session. Eventually, those steamy make-out sessions migrated to Yujin’s place, where your first encounter with her younger roommate Wonyoung took place with your pants and underwear around your ankles.

You didn’t know what was more awkward, the act of being caught in the middle of Yujin blowing you on the couch, or that Wonyoung stayed for the entire show. And that was your first lesson about Wonyoung and her voyeuristic tendencies.

The two of them were the best of friends and never strayed far from one another outside of class. But Wonyoung loved to watch your sex-crazed moments with Yujin, insisting that she wouldn’t get in the way or be noticeable. Which, true or not, could never be something you grew used to---the younger of the two sitting silently inches away, lurking like a cat in the shadows when you ate her out on the kitchen counter, while Yujin rode you on the couch, or whatever other outcome that ended with the both of you covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Months later, you were moving in at their behest, which made sense when you spent most of your time there. Any offerings to pay your fair share of rent were denied, as both of your new roommates were very well off with no financial concerns. Nevertheless, your infinite methods of pleasuring Yujin more than made up for it.

So after settling in, (which took some time for you to grow accustomed to waking up surrounded by luxury), you couldn’t be more thankful, not only being freed from the burdens of rent but also from the tortures of dorm living, and the three of you grew inseparable.

Mostly. Because when Wonyoung was in a bad mood, the whole universe knew about it. Making her the butt of jokes was your way of chipping away at that stuck up attitude, but it had never backfired quite spectacularly like this.

As you neared your shared loft, a tremendous sense of relief filled your body, but did little to dissipate the anger that pumped through your veins. Overheated, sweaty, and stuck holding a milkshake that no longer met that definition, the only thing that cooled your temper (quite literally), was the frigid blasts of air-conditioning that hit you when you stepped through the front door.

“Oh, look who it is. Enjoy the sun?” asked Wonyoung when you stepped inside, lying at the end of the L-shaped gray couch. Sporting a smug smile on her face, she folded her arms, and leaned back into the cushions, completely oblivious to the daggers you stared in her direction.

“Daddy, you’re home. Where were you?” Yujin asked as she approached closer, embracing you in her arms, and planted a kiss on your cheek. “You’re all sweaty. And you’re burning up, too.”

“Maybe you should ask her.” With gritted teeth, you stared a hole into the petite woman sprawled out on the couch cushions, face buried in her phone without a single care in the world.

“Wonyoung?”

“Yes, unnie?” she asked, reluctant to look up for even a moment. Too obsessed with her phone, Wonyoung wouldn’t even notice if the house was on fire.

“Weren’t you two together? Why did you make it home first by yourself? And why does daddy look like he just ran a marathon?”

“Hold on, I almost have enough jades for another pull.”

“Jang Wonyoung! Answer me. You’ve already spent enough money on that stupid game.”

“It’s not stupid, you’re just bad at it. Don’t be jealous because I have better characters than you.”

Yujin let out a heavy sigh while a frown formed on her face, torn between scolding Wonyoung or ensuring you were alright.

Meanwhile, you hurried to the refrigerator out of fear of passing out and downed a bottle of water, but left just enough liquid to pour over your head, running your fingers through wet hair to cool yourself off more.

“Daddy, what happened? Why are you so tired?” Yujin asked, entering the kitchen as she turned her attention away from Wonyoung.

“Because this fucking brat ditched me.”

“Listen here, asshole---“ Wonyoung finally sat up from her phone, tossed it aside and clenched her fists, the swelling rage in her eyes overtaking her body.

“Hey, stop that. Both of you,” Yujin said, rapidly losing control of the situation. That sweet voice of hers could soothe an entire forest fire, but here, it held zero sway when your bickering became like two rams butting heads.

“What’s the matter, princess? Your servants haven’t arrived to cook your five star meal and clean your throne?”

“Daddy, that’s enough,” Yujin warned, trying to tug at your arm while making herself a barrier between the two of you.

“I don’t get what you’re upset about. Don’t you love the outdoors? Like when you made me walk in the woods for hours? I told you, I hate bugs.”

“What a shocker, you hate everything! Rain, milkshakes, anything that isn’t you being pampered---“

“Enough!” Yujin said as she slammed her fists on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake. “You’re both in university, aren’t you? Or did you suddenly enroll in preschool? Because you’re both acting like children.”

The house grew eerily silent. After getting a second bottle of water, you leaned against the refrigerator and sipped it silently as your body tensed up.

“Wonyoung, I want you to apologize,” Yujin said, lowering her voice as she tried to control the chaos.

“What?” she scoffed, sinking back into the couch as she squeezed her phone tight. “Why? I didn’t do anything.”

Yujin clenched her jaw as she took a deep breath. “Apologize. Now.”

“Of course, you always take sides with him. Just because daddy has a nice cock doesn’t mean you have to agree with everything he says.”

“This isn’t about sides. This is about resolving a situation that I wasn’t there to handle. I want both of you to apologize. You’ve both been living together far too long to have childish arguments like this.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t apologize when I haven’t done anything wrong,” Wonyoung murmured as she stormed towards her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Yujin rubbed her temple in frustration. “I can’t deal with this right now. I have class in thirty minutes and I haven’t even eaten lunch yet.”

Gathering her things up, Yujin stuffed them into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder. After giving you one last kiss on the forehead, she turned towards the door. “Sorry, daddy. I know it wasn’t your fault. She’s just like this sometimes. She’s still so young, it’s been one of her traits I thought she’d grow out of…”

“It’s fine, Yujin. I’ll let her calm down, then try to talk things out with her. I shouldn’t have pushed so many buttons.”

“Thanks, daddy. Just try not to kill each other while I’m gone, okay?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask.” Yujin’s radiating smile put out any last remnants of anger you had, with the door closing a signal of her departure. Seeking refuge on the couch, you plopped down, kicked your shoes off, and relaxed into the pillows, the first chance of relaxation since your alarm went off. If it wasn’t early afternoon and you didn't have any studying to do, you would open one of the more fancy bottles of wine that was calling your name from the kitchen cabinet.

Instead, you opted for something more mundane and grabbed the remote, accepting whatever suggestion the TV app doled out, even if you settled with background noise to help relax.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Wonyoung repeated louder and shook your shoulder, waking you up from an unexpected, unplanned nap that left you in a haze, unable to even discern what hour it was.

“What?” you sleepily asked, rubbing your eyes while you returned back to consciousness. The lack of proper sleep caught up with you, and the past hour didn’t help one bit.

“Can you turn it down a little? I’m trying to study, and you’re making that difficult.”

Not even fully awake, the last thing you wanted to hear was Wonyoung’s voice, let alone more complaints. It would be effortless to indulge what she asked, but you had no intentions to do anything about the noise. It was the last thing she deserved.

“And your loud voice is making it difficult for me to sleep,” you blurted out, unable to hide your annoyance. “I didn’t know you studied. I thought you just complained and bossed people around.”

Wonyoung maintained her steely gaze, tone calm and collected, a vast difference from before. “You have a bedroom, you know. Upstairs? Ugh, I’m not here to argue. I have a test on Friday that’s twenty percent, which is bullshit. I can’t fail it.”

“Then maybe you should go back to studying,” you said, disregarding her attempts to make eye contact.

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do?” Wonyoung asked, rolling her eyes. “How am I supposed to get any studying done if you keep interrupting with your---whatever the hell this is you’re watching…”

Ignoring her was the only suitable option. You shifted your body sideways with hopes to elude her, only allowing furtive glances while focused on the screen. No matter what, you could still feel her presence looming while doing everything to avoid another heated argument.

Unable to stand still for a moment, Wonyoung interrupted the silence with a huff, a sign of surrender as she joined you on the couch and tucked her long legs underneath her. Grabbing a pillow from behind, she squeezed it, using it as stress relief when pressed against her chest. “You know, sometimes you can be a bit of an ass.”

You found it impossible not to laugh and eventually gave her the attention she didn’t deserve. “I know I didn’t just hear a spoiled little brat tell me what type of person I am.”

“I’m not always the nicest person, I’ll admit that,” Wonyoung muttered, sinking her head back into the pillows. Finally, something you could both agree on. But it still didn’t excuse her earlier actions.

“Is this your way of apologizing?“ you asked, and the way she looked at you resembled like you had just asked her to strip naked in front of you.

“You think I’m going to apologize?”

“No, because I know you’re not capable of ever admitting you were wrong.”

“That’s because I’m never wrong.” Wonyoung took a deep breath and let it out slowly to bring her composure under control. “If you thought I was going to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, that’s not happening.”

Wonyoung might have had all the money in the world, but it couldn’t buy an apology. “But I’m sure you’re used to getting on your knees.”

Her mouth dropped open, and you almost had an immediate regret for delivering such a low blow---almost. Fueled by anger, Wonyoung flung a pillow at your head, but you dodged it with ease, laughing at what a pathetic throw it was.

“You really are an asshole sometimes.”

Who needed an apology when you could see such a pissed off look on Wonyoung’s pretty face? It was the most irate you had ever seen her, a pure ball of fury; trembling fists, clenched jaw, and a death stare that could cut through diamonds.

“Oh, did I upset the princess again?”

“Stop calling me th---you know what, you’re not worth my time,” Wonyoung breathed out, narrowing her eyes before rising to her feet.

“And that’s your problem, princess.”

“What?” she asked, taking a step forward and balled her fists as she pivoted to confront you, letting you see the rage up close on her features.

“Nobody is worth your time. You don’t care about anything or anyone but yourself, unless it benefits you some shape or fashion.”

“That’s not true, how the fuck would you know what I care about? Just because we’ve lived together for months doesn’t mean you know anything about me.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you princess. That’s not like you.”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“Or what?” Following suit, you stood up, matching her height and then some. “You’ll cry about it? Complain some more?”

Wonyoung didn’t utter a word. Her anger boiled over, and without warning, she smacked you across the face, leaving both a sting and a smile across your face.

“That’s it, princess, let it all out.” Without retaliation, you let her inch forward, backing you up until you were pressed up against the living room wall. Wonyoung was hardly a threat. Her tall, but petite figure wasn’t remotely intimidating, and the closer she got, the more anger you could see in her eyes. Your smile widened as she delivered a harsher slap to your face, but you seized her delicate wrist to prevent a third, until eventually you let go, which provoked her to strike your cheek once again.

Those slaps only had as much power as her anger, with no remorse behind them, and the only reason you didn’t stop her was the see the explosive wrath in her pretty round eyes. The option to defuse the situation existed whenever you deemed it necessary, as simple as either picking her slender body up to toss her on the couch, or escorting her back to her room, whatever made her stop acting like such a pedantic little brat.

But testing Wonyoung’s limited patience became a game to you, until it snapped like the flimsiest of threads, letting her pretend she had the upper hand. The sting on your cheek only encouraged you to toy with her, adding fuel to the fires of rage.

Her little chest heaved as she recovered from the barrage of slaps, heart beating loud enough for you to hear. “Feel better?”

“Not even close.”

“Then hit me again. Come on, princess, Yujin isn’t here to save you. Why don’t you give it your all and make them hurt?”

Upping the agitation by repeatedly pointing at your cheek, you could do this all day. Because, god she made things far too easy.

“No. Like I said, you’re not---worth---it.”

The more she repeated that, the more you doubted it. Because Wonyoung could have backed away, retreated to her bedroom, the kitchen, the pool, literally anywhere else. Yet, she kept her feet planted firmly where she was, face to face so close that you could see your own reflection in her eyes.

And while you were so near, you could map out her perfect features, from her pink glossy lips to her typically bright eyes filled with fury, and everything in between. “You know, you’re pretty when you’re angry.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. Contrary to what you expected, Wonyoung’s intense gaze softened, and her fists relaxed until her breathing began to stabilize. You knew how to strike her weakness, that a simple compliment would douse her red hot rage and stroke her ego, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

“D-don’t even start,” she said, but you could hear how flustered she became, how shaky her voice sounded. Another step and your foreheads would have touched, close enough already that you could smell the berries from her shampoo.

Wonyoung froze as a wave of emotions ran through her. You easily got lost in her lingering gaze, wondering what exactly went on behind those beautiful dark eyes. “That’s what you love, right? Being told how pretty you are?”

“Shut up. I don’t need compliments.”

Oh, but she did. Jang Wonyoung was a terrible liar and loved being showered in compliments almost as much as she loved arguing. You knew that vanity was her weak spot, and you planned to exploit that vulnerability.

“Answer me, princess. Do you like being called pretty?”

“I thought I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

“What are you going to do if I---“

Before you could finish speaking, Wonyoung shoved you up against the wall and pressed her luscious lips against yours with surprising force. All that rage and resentment transformed into pure, unadulterated lust, which made you forget what you were even mad about in the first place.

The sweet taste of Wonyoung’s soft lips became the only thing that preoccupied your mind, alongside how your tongues danced in each other’s mouth, and how badly you wanted one thing---her.

With all rational thoughts and logic thrown out, you lifted Wonyoung’s petite frame up off the ground, snaked your arms around her tiny little waist and reclaimed control by press-ing her up against the wall. As the kiss kept going, Wonyoung tugged at your hair, trying to get any little advantage she could, but you didn’t let it distract you from exploring the soft curves of her tight body, and moved down to grab her ass, squeezing firmly as the both of you fought to deepen the kiss.

Breaking apart for air, you could see the rosy hues visible on her cheeks, those round eyes no longer filled with fury, but deep desire. And then you dove right back in for round two, lips parted once more, while hands roamed bodies and lips smacked, eager to keep her taste lingering in your mouth. When you kneaded Wonyoung’s ass harder, she moaned in your mouth, and you could feel every little touch making her tight body tremble.

She leaned forward to rest her forehead against yours, breath warm against your face. “God, you’re so annoying. I hate how good of a kisser you are.”

“And you’re such a brat.”

“But you like brats. Isn’t that right, daddy?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“Aw, is daddy getting mad again? Wait, where’s Yujin?” Wonyoung had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn’t even realized her closest friend and roommate hadn’t been there in hours.

“She went to class. Should probably be back soon.”

“Class? Yujin doesn’t have classes today.” Wonyoung raised her eyebrow, tilting her head in suspicion. “So that means…”

“She won’t be back for a while,” you said, putting the pieces together. Wonyoung giggled before leaning in once more to steal another kiss. You let her lead for a moment, and ran fingertips up the small of her back, tracing the hot skin while keeping her weight against the wall. Then, while those tiny gasps continued, you moved down her neck, kissing all the exposed skin you could find.

“Ah, that’s good, but---put me down.”

“Why?” Unfazed by the tone of voice, you continued to pepper her skin with kisses, motivated by the breathless moans she kept letting out.

“You really have to ask? Because I’m going to suck your dick, dummy.”

That sudden shift of mood could only make you grin from ear to ear. Clearly, Yujin must have been rubbing off on her, because something so blatant wasn’t like Wonyoung.

“You’re so demanding,” you said, taking one more chance to kiss and suck at her delicate neck. Biting lightly, that elicited another moan from her as her head fell back against the wall, long raven locks flowing down her shoulders.

“Do you want my mouth on your cock or not?”

“Did I say no, you fucking brat?” Pulling Wonyoung away from the wall, you set her back down in what wouldn’t fit any definition of gentle. Before you knew it, she dropped to her knees in front of you, and her hands began sliding up and down the legs of your pants.

Wonyoung looked nothing but eager on her knees as she bit on her bottom lip, and stared up through bright eyes that held lust, with her fluffy cheeks turning a lighter shade of pink. Before she did anything else, you tugged one strap of her dress as her eyes stayed stubbornly locked on yours. “Take this off first, princess.”

You weren’t so sure how compliant Wonyoung would be. The expectation would be not at all, but then she passed that first test, lowered each strap down her bare shoulders, and furled her dress down to her waist without breaking eye contact, which left her cute chest adorned by nothing but a candy pink bra.

In all of your time living together, you never saw that much of her creamy skin, usually covered up. That flat tummy, slender waist, and those small, perky tits only made you crave more, but you couldn’t let greed dictate your actions---at least not yet.

“Cute bra.”

“Thanks. But that’s all you get for now. Daddy.” The more Wonyoung used that word to annoy you, the more it seemed to fit, like it rolled off her tongue involuntarily and became less and less mocking with each usage.

Things moved too fast to comprehend. Moments ago, you were at each other’s throats, with your relationship being threatened. And now, Wonyoung proudly stayed on her knees, fingers playing with your zipper with a look of submission that promised something unforgettable. While she tugged your pants down, you saved time by discarding your shirt, smiling at how Wonyoung couldn’t take her eyes off your freshly exposed chest, palming your crotch while practically drooling over your body.

“You’re staring, princess.”

"Oh, I know," she replied, grazing your abdomen with her fingertips before kissing where she had been studying your torso, the softness of her lips on bare skin making your breath hitch. Her mouth left a trail of hot kisses along your stomach, and then licked a stripe up the crotch of your boxers just to make you twitch, building up more anticipation.

“You have such a nice body. I see why Yujin likes you so much.”

“Dashing good looks, charming personality, a high GPA, about two dozen other reasons…”

Wonyoung rolled her eyes and slipped her fingers into the waistband of your underwear, testing your patience, and didn’t dare let her eye contact drop. “Your dick is really hard, daddy. It looks so big, I can’t wait to see what Yujin has been keeping to herself.”

A quick tug later, and you were the first one naked in the open, standing in a heap of discarded clothes while your cock ached for attention. Wonyoung’s pretty eyes widened at the reveal of your cock, and she felt your erection spring to life the instant she grabbed it, forming a tight fist with all of her long, veiny fingers.

“Your dick feels so nice, daddy. You’re like, really hard. It’s like a fucking rock,” Wonyoung giggled when she stroked your length, running her icy hands across your swelling shaft, which instantly caused a bundle of soft moans at her touch. With her watching the spiraling pleasure in your eyes, every little stroke made you twitch between her nimble fingers, distracting you from anything else while she both pumped your shaft and gently caressed your balls.

“Fuck, you’re so huge. Look how small my hands look when I stroke your cock…” The way she said almost sounded like a whine, which given the source, wasn’t unexpected. As Wonyoung spent more time introducing herself to your cock, she planted a chaste kiss on your cockhead, earning herself another groan at your expense.

“I can’t believe you’ve both been hiding this dick from me.”

Wonyoung admired every aspect of your throbbing shaft, cupping your balls with her free hand while she kept a firm grip on whatever could fit in between her fingers. She tightened that grip and began to explore your length with her hungry tongue, mapping out your erection from base to tip just enough to get your cock wet, then took needy little licks against your swollen tip, claiming any drops that leaked from your slit.

“Such a beautiful cock. And now it’s all mine.’’ Then, without warning, Wonyoung parted her sultry, inviting lips, bringing your shaft into the warmth of her awaiting mouth and sealed them tight around your aching cock.

“Princess---“ you managed to groan out, toes curling into the rug underneath. The biggest spike of pleasure came when those glossy lips sealed around your cockhead, making your head tilt back in ecstasy as her warm, impatient mouth went to work. That lust-filled gaze kept you trapped as she sucked you off with her impossibly soft lips, slowly at first, drawing out every groan before bobbing her head faster, and focused on every reaction you made while her cheeks hollowed.

When Wonyoung felt your hips beginning to buck, she pulled you even further inside her throat, and her tongue began to playfully tease the underside of your shaft, driving you further down the edge of insanity. “Princess, my god---that feels incredible.”

“Of course it does. You’d think I’d ever be bad at something?” Wonyoung chuckled, flashing a confident smile as she painted your length with her tongue, then traced the veins of your shaft while enjoying the way you let out short gasps when she found your favorite spot. She flicked against it several times until returning you to her mouth, and you desperately tried to stop yourself from pushing into her throat---a losing battle before it started.

“You look so pretty sucking my dick, princess. That mouth feels---so---fucking---good,“ you groaned, and praise only had its benefits as Wonyoung reached for your balls once more, fondling them with the gentlest of touches and teased them with her slender fingers. Within moments, she found that sweet spot that you thought only Yujin knew about, which made every throb that much more overwhelming in its intensity.

“Your balls feel so heavy, daddy. Isn’t Yujin draining them enough?” Wonyoung asked, letting her enveloping lips slide with ease over your shaft, almost to the end of your base.

Quite the opposite, because while Wonyoung showered first thing in the morning, Yujin milked a massive load out of you, counting out every single time she edged you until you exploded in her hands. And then another one right before her first class, emptying you into her mouth while you ate her out.

“Do you really think that?”

“No, of course not,” Wonyoung said, shaking her head. “Pretty sure I could hear you moaning her name when I was in the shower. You’re cute when you beg.”

“I wasn’t beg---“ The warm mouth back on your cock shut you up when you hit the back of Wonyoung’s tightening throat for the first time, nearly toppling you over with pleasure. Your legs trembled as she worked her mouth with more fervor, keeping you buried down her throat just long enough to give you the satisfaction desired before coming up for air.

This girl knew just how to earn that praise. Her wet little tongue darted out from between her lips to swirl around the tip of your cock, flicking around in perfect circles around the delicate underside of your shaft, then combined it with tender kisses, soft licks, and hot breath to target that ultra-sensitive spot you knew she didn’t learn on her own. But fuck, it felt so good that you didn’t care how she found it. Not when Wonyoung kept you on edge and shifted her concentration to your balls that hadn’t been given nearly enough attention. She eagerly teased them with sloppy licks until she slipped them one at a time into her mouth, and kept a hand pumping your rock-hard cock, only to lick back up your length to swallow you up once more.

“Oh my god, princess. That pretty mouth does more than just complain,” you said, pushing your luck further than you had any right to, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Wonyoung left you in the middle of the living room with your pants around your ankles. Thankfully, she didn’t, and kept the train of bliss moving, determined to coat your cock with all of her spit and lip gloss.

“What do you think Yujin would say if she saw me on my knees blowing her daddy?”

“I think she’d say you should do a better job.”

“Asshole. You really want me to stop, don’t you?”

“No, but I can tell you’re not going to with how much you’re also enjoying this.” Wonyoung really couldn’t argue with that no matter how much she wanted to, and put that energy into keeping her lips down your cock, ensuring a constant, messy trail of saliva.

“I’ll enjoy it all day if it means you stay quiet.”

If that���s all it took, then she should have offered that from the very start. Because more than you liked to admit, her mouth drove you fucking crazy, like in a way you’d drop out of university and commit crimes to get a blowjob like this. Not quite like Yujin, who had a several page long resume of blowjob techniques that involved more than just her tongue and lips, but everything Wonyoung did was more than enough to keep you from thinking straight.

Your entire body jolted after every slurp and lick, and Wonyoung took advantage of how easy it was to tease you. Her magical hands explored your body, caressing your thighs, your ass, and anywhere else she could without losing her focus.

“Hmph. You really don’t think I’m as good as Yujin?”

That jealous trait of hers always liked to creep up, because Wonyoung couldn’t stand being second best at anything. You couldn’t lie to her either, because as good as she was at devouring your cock---Yujin would always be next level.

“No. Sorry, princess, but it’s not even close.”

You could see the disappointment in Wonyoung’s face, but she instead turned that discouragement into eagerness, moving her mouth down your length to swallow every last inch up. It only proved your point when she gagged after holding your cock down her throat for far longer than she was used to.

“For starters, you’re nowhere near sloppy enough.”

Wonyoung sighed through gritted teeth as she stroked you, placing wet kisses alongside your throbbing cock. “Then help me out. Make me sloppier.”

Letting out a devilish grin that plastered your face, you leaned closer and slid your hand through her raven black hair, yanking with enough force to tilt her head back, which gave easier access to that perfect mouth.

“It would be my pleasure, princess,” you said as you leisurely stroked your cock in front of Wonyoung’s angelic face, while her big doe eyes stared longingly up at you. It was enough to make you explode just by looking at those gorgeous features.

“Daddy---“ she whined as you relieved yourself by rubbing your swollen cockhead on those full red lips, using your pre-cum as a replacement lip gloss.

“Didn’t I say you don’t get to use that?”

“But daddy likes it when I call you that, don’t you? Daddy…” Always trying to get under your skin, even in a moment like this. But unexpectedly, that one word caused more damage than you thought, and Wonyoung had grown addicted to using it already, with no any pretense or hesitation.

“Want daddy to fuck my mouth. Come on, I know you wanna shove it down my throat and shut me up. I’ve been such a naughty little brat, won’t you do something about that?”

Wonyoung leaning into her brat persona was not something you predicted, but when she put it that way, what were brats if not something to be punished? It wouldn’t hurt to oblige her, given that she wouldn’t give up until she got her way regardless, but you at least needed something in return.

“I’ll make you gag on this dick, but let me see those cute tits, princess.”

An innocent smile overtook her face as she reached behind her back to comply, tugging on the clasp of her bra, heightening your expectations. “Okay, daddy.”

This iteration of Wonyoung, in this submissive and obedient state was far superior, and you’d expect her to do what you asked at this stage, devoid of any backtalk or snarky comments.

“Daddy, your cock,” Wonyoung pleaded, eyes narrowing while she gave the full reveal of her chest, letting her breasts free as you reached forward to touch them and squeezed each, flicking both pretty nipples as they hardened underneath your fingertips.

“This was what you wanted. Now give me what I want. Give me that cock, want it to fill my little mouth.“

“I didn’t hear a please. That’s what good girls use.”

“But I’m not a good girl. So give me what I want, daddy.“

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t resist Wonyoung anymore as she licked her lips in anticipation---how could you resist a beautiful girl on her knees, begging for your cock? When her pouty lips parted, ready to take in your cock again, you wasted no time and plunged deep down her throat, easily hitting the back of it in one swift motion.

Wonyoung immediately gagged on your length, but you didn’t allow her to adjust as you repeatedly bottomed out her throat before you pulled out, watching how her lips desperately chased your cock. “Daddy, no. Don’t hold back, I can take it. Use my mouth like a toy---please."

A request you would easily oblige, but first, you used your cock to slap her pretty face numerous times before turning her mouth into a helpless vessel for your pleasure. Indulging both of your desires, you began to slam your hips into her face with a harsh grip on her head, tangling your fingers up in her pretty locks.

“That’s it, princess, keep that fucking mouth open. You wanted daddy to fuck your throat like this, right? You wanted me to make you choke on this cock?”

She nodded best as she could, and you loved hearing her gag and struggle on your shaft, especially when her eyes begged for more as you kept the weight of your cock stuffed down Wonyoung’s throat, defiling such a pretty piece of artwork, a spoiled, rotten, defiant brat.

The entire day’s worth of frustrations channeled into your hips as you carried out your merciless facefuck, with every punishing thrust leaving your cock dripping wet with Wonyoung’s slippery drool. For once, you had peace---no complaining, no more whining, just loud gags and messy slurps filling the room.

If only Yujin could see you now---(she’d probably say you weren’t being rough enough).

Wonyoung’s divine mouth felt amazing before, but nowhere like this. It was as if her mouth was made to be used, a pretty plaything for your disposal, a sloppy wet hole designed for your pleasure that struggled to breathe. Her innocent, modelesque visuals that won the genetic lottery became sullied with saliva, ruining her perfectly applied makeup, and made its way down to her expensive necklace before sliding down her enticing cleavage.

You weren’t sure how you were ever intimidated by such a tall, leggy goddess, when all it took was a little praise and an offering between your legs for her to fold like a deck of cards. Even comical, you could call it, and you couldn’t imagine how needy she would get once you had your fingers in her cunt.

“My fucking god, Wonyoung,” you growled, palming her head tight, fucking her mouth into a frenzy of gags and spit that sent you deeper into an uncontained spiral of lust. “Your bratty fucking mouth feels too good.”

With her jaw overworked and tears streaming down her pale, flushed cheeks, Wonyoung could only respond by squeezing your thighs she held onto as you pounded into her throat relentlessly. No longer did she resemble the beautiful, innocent doll she presented herself to be, but instead a beautiful drooling mess of spit trying to fight through her gag reflex that kept your cock wet and warm.

After one more strong thrust from your hips, you held her gorgeous face down at your base, ensuring not a single inch of cock wasn’t held down her struggling throat balls deep. Your fingers dug into her scalp as her cute nose pressed against your abdomen, and you watched intently how her eyes watered more and more the longer you held her there, refusing to give a single ounce of mercy.

Wonyoung let out a gag so loud with her throat consuming your cock that you almost exploded then and there, but forced yourself to hold on. As much as you wanted, you couldn’t blow a load in her mouth without at least getting a chance to see that tight, impeccable body bare naked. Despite that, you pushed her firmly into your crotch just a little longer, making her mouth fill up with spit and her eyes water even more so until you pulled away.

When you withdrew your cock away from her wet, swollen lips, Wonyoung gasped for air as thin strings of saliva kept your shaft connected to her satisfied smile, tongue flicking at your cock with a whimper.

“Don’t stop on my account. I can take much more,” she said, those tear-filled eyes looking on with determination.

“Yeah, but---I can’t.” Wonyoung let out a giggle before grabbing your cock drenched with her saliva, and jerked you off, every pump threatening to send you past release.

“Are you going to paint my face then, daddy?” she asked, tempting fate by planting several kisses on the top of your cockhead.

“Not a chance, princess. My load belongs inside your cunt.”

Needing a moment, you stepped out of the pile of clothes underneath you and helped Wonyoung rise to her feet, taking her by the wrist to guide her towards the couch. Nothing about her resembled elegance any longer---disheveled hair, ruined makeup, and a face covered in saliva was the ideal formula to put her in her place. And all it took was a cock jammed down her throat.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” Wonyoung asked, still recuperating from having her throat fucked raw. She tried to find some comfort in your eyes, but all she saw was your stern expression, leaving her to wonder whether you would make her feel even more desperate than she already did.

“That all depends on you, princess. How about you finish taking that dress off for me?”

“Yes, daddy.” Again, Wonyoung was just concerned about following instructions at this point, and tugged that expensive dress down off her hips around her ankles, kicking it away. Your eyes watched every move she made with bated breath as she laid down on the couch, and every last inch of those slender legs that went on for days stretched across the cushions, leaving one final barricade between your desires.

“Your body is fucking perfect, princess,” you said, joining her on the couch with your eyes roaming a path of creamy skin from head to toe, and you took in the beauty of her flawless physique, unsure where was most deserving of your attention.

“Thank you, daddy. Do you want these off too?” Wonyoung asked as she slipped fingers into the waistband of her skimpy panties that matched her discarded bra.

“No, princess. That’s my job.”

Only that tiny piece of fabric separated you from seeing that tight naked body in its full splendor, but you were going to take your time savoring that reveal. Such an impeccable body like Wonyoung’s deserved to be worshiped from head to toe, so no better place to start than that as you grabbed one of her pristine feet and planted a kiss at the ball of it.

Spending as much time as you could without going overboard, you massaged her soft soles, then peppered them in kisses before you moved on to kiss her perfectly pedicured toes, each one painted with a black polish that contrasted the paleness of her skin.

“You’re kissing my feet?” Wonyoung asked, almost incredulous in her tone, but showed no signs of discomfort.

“Why wouldn’t I be? They’re very pretty. Just like the rest of you.”

“I…just didn’t know that was your thing. You know, I’ve had guys pay me to do this before. You’re much better at it.”

“Every part of you is my thing. I just wanna touch and taste your entire body.”

With a flushed glow returning back to her cheeks, you continued pressing kisses all over Wonyoung’s feet, and slid your lips into her delicate arches, not missing a spot. As you slowly worked your way up, you ran your hands up her creamy legs that could be considered a work of art on their own, and gave them the proper attention they deserved, kissing in between gentle caresses until you stopped just shy of her clothed center.

Wonyoung drew in a heavy breath as your fingers grazed over her panties, and whenever you pressed into her core, you could feel hints of wetness that she couldn’t hide. The gratification she craved wouldn’t be given easily however, and you planned on making her earn it as you gave her milky thighs a series of slow, deliberate kisses, making good on your word to taste all of her until they began to part like the gates of heaven, awaiting your touch.

You dragged out every moment, every chance to heighten Wonyoung’s arousal, which gave you all the time in the world to continue worshiping her body. One lick against the prominent damp spot at the center of her panties and she melted, begging for more when you licked a second and third time, the fabric darkening with every teasing lick.

“D-daddy,” Wonyoung gasped, but you ignored her and focused on tasting more sweet arousal through those thin panties, coming up with new ways to tease her while keeping a hand firmly stroking her soft thighs,

“Quiet, princess. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“But I want you to taste me. Need your mouth on me, daddy. Don’t tease me, I hate it.”

Wonyoung bit onto her bottom lip, knowing she made a mistake by showing too much vulnerability, which meant you would prolong her pleasure even further. Still, she didn’t seem to care, even while the wetter her pretty panties became, the more inclined you were to build up that frustration more and more.

“Needy fucking brat.”

You would tease her all day if you had to.

“Shut up, just---please.” Who could have imagined that Wonyoung would ever plead this much, and all it took was teasing your fingers dangerously close to her pussy. As much as you enjoyed encouraging the needy look on her face, you much preferred to get rid of those useless panties, so after giving them a quick tug down the never-ending runaway that made up her legs, you rewarded yourself with the priceless treasure of Wonyoung’s gorgeous, wet little pussy.

Never had you seen something so beautiful, almost as much Wonyoung herself. The exposure of her clean shaven cunt transcended your expectations, well worth every second of waiting. Her thighs led a path to nirvana that your fingertips traveled up to her wet, glistening slit, daring to slip in but backing out at the last moment.

“Your pussy is so fucking pretty, princess.”

The flustered blush on her face had never looked so vivid when you traced her folds, collecting her slick on your fingertips and kept her under your control. Wonyoung still tried to chase your fingers, displaying her desperation with her hips, while her body begged for more attention.

“Daddy, please,” she murmured, but you ignored her pleas, continuing to torment, bringing her already escalated arousal levels sky high. “Need your fingers in me. Need you to touch me, need you to taste me.”

“What’s wrong, princess?” you asked in a mocking tone. “You don’t like when daddy teases you like this?”

Wonyoung shook her head furiously at your question, but all you did was stall further to create more anticipation, letting the quiet linger, which worked wonders to turn her into a mess of frustrated desire.

“Daddy. Daddy---daddy, please.” That was all you needed to finally succumb, and slid two fingers deep inside of her hot, wet depths. Wonyoung let out a loud gasp of ecstasy, digging her nails into the fabric of the couch cushions beneath her.

With just enough room for two fingers, you pumped into her enticing wet heat and wondered how you'd ever be able to fit your cock inside of her. A good problem to have.

“Daddy!” she cried out, arching her back higher than expected, and clenched around your hilted fingers.

“Look at you, princess. So fucking wet, and all it takes is a couple fingers inside your pretty cunt for you to stop being a brat?”

You weren’t putting in the full effort to stretch her out, but you could hear how wet Wonyoung was, your fingers doused in slick within seconds as you steadily pumped inside.

“Sh-shut up, I’m not that needy.”

“Oh, really? I guess I’ll stop then.” You couldn’t help but laugh when you withdrew your fingers from her wetness, hearing cries of desperation from at the loss of your fingers that you sucked clean. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“D-daddy, no---” she said, as you made a show of slurping her juices off your fingers. “Please put your fingers back inside me. It feels good. N-need more.”

“But I thought you weren’t needy?”

“Shut up, just---please, do what you were doing.”

You should have made Wonyoung beg more given she was so adept at it before you shoved your fingers back inside her warm cunt, but it was hard to waste time on that when all you wanted was that delicious taste of hers, straight from the tap.

In no time flat, you plunged back in knuckle-deep, but didn’t dare dream of adding a third, when two fingers became a struggle as is. She groaned as her slick folds swallowed you up and emitted those sweet sounds of bliss when your fingers curled after the apex of every thrust. You couldn’t wait any longer, and made your first lick up Wonyoung's wet slit while you kept two fingers buried in her, looking up every so often to see the pure ecstasy written across her face, as you inhaled her unforgettable aroma.

“Fuck, eat me, daddy, please eat my pussy. I need that tongue, just---” Wonyoung’s pleas bordered on demand at this point, yet you were happy to oblige her, and licked long stripes up and down her pussy, savoring the unforgettable sweet taste of her cunt as you cleaned up her wet folds,

Your mouth on her wet cunt acted like a pendulum that kept her back and forth between needy and domineering, whining with one series of licks, then grabbing the back of your head with the next. Either way, you didn’t really care which side she landed on, as long as you could keep the sweet, decadent taste on your lips and you didn’t let a single part of her pussy remain unexplored.

“God, you’re so fucking delicious,” you said as you grabbed hold of her thighs to draw her lithe body closer, then flicked against her clit before sealing your lips around it just long enough to build up pleasure, until you were right back where you started, making her eager hips frantically chase your tongue.

Wonyoung tasted like the most intoxicating mix of tangy sweetness you ever had, and just a single drop of her nectar was enough to bring out the ravenous animal inside you. Insatiable for more, your tongue drowned in her sweet juices, and you drank it all up while you wandered through her drenched folds, and made sure to not let a single spot go to waste.

Once more, you aimed for her swollen clit and latched your lips around it, using as much suction as your mouth would allow, with no plans on stopping until your appetite was appeased. While you devoured Wonyoung’s juicy pussy, her long fingers tugged at your hair, returning the favor from earlier, and urged your mouth to stay on her, to maintain such harsh suction that ignited more of her cute, unceasing moans.

“Fuck, you’re good at that, keep eating my pussy,” she said, with unending demand in her voice, and you welcomed the pain that came from fingers pulling at your hair, keeping you buried between her legs. Her hips began to gyrate on your face as you kept her taste lingering on your tongue, and every lick and slurp against her needy clit brought a new set of noises, while the satisfaction multiplied on her face.

Still, you couldn’t believe how good she tasted, and how cute she sounded when you ate her out. Wonyoung’s cries became louder, much sharper, but you refused to relent, suckling on her clit with such harshness that made her thighs quiver around your head as she desperately yearned for release. You swore Wonyoung might pull out strands of your hair, though you wouldn’t care when all you could hear was her ragged breathing and needy whines from her mouth as you did everything to bring her over that edge, making her squirm underneath you, hips bucking in a pattern that followed your tongue.

“D-daddy, fuck, daddy,” Wonyoung moaned out, and when you looked up with your lips secured around her clit, you could see her pant harder and harder as you tried to expedite the inevitable.

Nothing compared to how Wonyoung looked moments before climax. Your tongue swirled and flicked over the sensitive nub, then sealed around it one more time, harshly sucking on it to bring her to that sweet, sweet nirvana.

“Gonna cum, fuck, daddy, gonna cum on your face. I’m close, so close, please don’t stop, please…“

With another deep, satisfying slurp, you had Wonyoung right where you wanted, on a road to bliss, as her hips moved like she had lost all semblance of control. Her tight frame writhed in ecstasy, and you took advantage to plunge your fingers into her slick wetness once more, giving an extra dose of bliss that fanned the unquenchable flames in her core.

“I’m gonna---”

And with that, Wonyoung would get what she wanted, what she deserved, as you helped release all that built-up tension, a giant knot untangling. Her thighs squeezed your head in an almost suffocating manner, and her pretty hands yanked at bundles of hair, making sure she had never looked so unprincess-like than in that moment. You kept your lips wrapped around Wonyoung’s clit, watching her fall apart as her delectable juices spilled into your mouth, toes curling as she came hard, eyes shutting tight with your only focus giving her the best orgasm of her life.

Wonyoung rode out her high and then some, yet even when the intensity of her trembling thighs around your head died down, you had no inclination to stop, nor could you calm your insatiable need to keep your mouth on her pretty pussy for as long as you pleased.

You’d make a mental note to get the couch deep cleaned after this.

“Daddy, please, fuck---“

Making Wonyoung cum only once wouldn’t be sufficient, so you doubled down your efforts and suckled on her clit with more ferocity, putting your all into it so much that you didn’t even hear a door being opened, or the footsteps heading towards your way.

“I’m back home, oh.”

Neither of you gave the friendly figure that entered the living room a passing glance, too caught up in the moment of bliss, too involved with feasting on Wonyoung, drawing out more of that delicious nectar that already stained your lips and chin.

“Well, well, well. Looks like you two made up.” Yujin didn’t even flinch at the sight of clothes sprawled on the floor, or her two roommates naked on the couch with your tongue buried inside Wonyoung’s cunt.

“How was class?” you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. You weren’t actually seeking an answer, annoyed at having your focus broken before you returned your attention back to overstimulating Wonyoung, thrusting your fingers inside at the same rough pace that matched your tongue.

“Class? Oh right, my class. I really learned a lot,” Yujin said, still keeping up her facade. Now wasn’t the time to question her motives, and if anything, you’d thank her later for giving you a chance to rectify things. If not for her, you wouldn’t have your face covered in Wonyoung.

“You two look busy, so I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Yujin scurried off with that puppy-like smile, nothing but a momentary distraction while you got back to work.

That blissful state didn't take long to return to when Wonyoung squirmed underneath your face, moaning incoherently as you brought her to a second devastating orgasm with ease. Like previously, when your mouth locked on her clit, her toes curled once again, and you lapped up her delicious juices as your mouth filled back up with her rich taste. You refused to stop devouring Wonyoung’s pussy, not until she rode out her second high, and only then did you give your lips a break,

instead giving your fingers a workout, a routine of unyielding pleasure that there wasn’t any escape from.

“T-too much, daddy! P-please, fuck, fuck---I'm so sensitive, I can't," Wonyoung begged you to stop, but you disregarded every word she said, concentrating solely on getting her to cum on your fingers this time.

“I don’t care. You can, cum again on my fingers and then I’ll fuck you.” A rare silence from Wonyoung that you’d savor, listening to only her whimpering moans and the sounds of her drenched cunt as you kept her filled with your fingers. Finding her sweet spot with such precision, it took only a matter of moments until she fell apart again, shuddering even more uncontrollably.

“C-cumming again, daddy, fuck!”

Looking on with pride, you brought Wonyoung to orgasm a third time, with her back arched high, head thrown back, and a different picture painted every time she came that you’d never be able to get it out of your head. You loved hearing the cries of pleasure she made as your fingers pumped into her wetness, taking advantage of all that sensitivity that made her pussy ache, unable to handle the overstimulation, but still dripped in a way that absolutely ruined the couch cushions.

“Oh god, daddy, no more. Please, no more, I c-can’t, I-I,” she whimpered with tears in her eyes, body shaking as your fingers kept pounding into her wet walls. You pulled away once you were satisfied, licking her folds clean and fluttered over her clit for one extra moment. As tempting as it would be to finger her to a fourth orgasm, it was time for your cock to get some much needed attention.

Pulling yourself up into the cushions for a more comfortable position, you didn’t even bother cleaning your slick covered fingers, admiring the breathtaking view that was her wet entrance, ready to claim your ultimate prize.

Wonyoung looked like a doll with her legs spread wide, so vulnerable and exposed as her small chest heaved while she recovered from her relentless orgasms. Her gorgeous bare pussy glistened, every bit of supple, warm flesh more than ready for your cock, and the notion of stretching her out set off every little twitch in your shaft.

When you lined up with her inviting entrance, there was a much needed moment of hesitation as you let the anticipation build much more than necessary. But when you rubbed your cockhead between her wet pussy lips, any urge to tease disappeared, heightening your arousal to unbearable levels.

“Put it inside me. Need it, want you to fuck me so bad,” Wonyoung begged once more, and you didn’t even make her wait any longer. One look into her eyes later, and you eased inside her slick pussy, letting out a guttural groan that wasn’t even recognizable. Despite all your expectations, the initial thrusts into her warm cunt squeezed your cock harder than you were prepared for, nearly making you double over.

Your hands gripped her tiny little waist, watching for every reaction while you plunged into her suffocating cunt that felt unlike anything else before. Wonyoung was a popular girl for sure, so this wouldn’t be her first time, as evidenced by how many times you heard her getting railed in her bedroom that you lost track, but god, it certainly felt like it.

After a considerable amount of thrusts inside that dripping heat that enveloped your cock, Wonyoung stayed unbearably tight. Your efforts did little to stretch her little pussy, and it seemed impossible to pull your shaft from her cunt whenever you pumped inside her clinging walls. You took it as a challenge to bottom her out, though it resulted in an almost instant failure, met with a harsh resistance gripping your cock that only added to your determination.

“Princess, I can barely fit inside you,” you said, making more lustful moans escape Wonyoung’s lips while you tried your hardest to fill her with your whole length. You had her stunning face cupped like you were holding onto some type of rare artifact one might be scared to drop, staring at those pretty eyes, and her pretty plump lips that let out a constant flurry of moans and gasps whenever you pulled out and sank back inside her incredible warmth.

“More, daddy.”

“More what, princess?”

“Want more of you. You feel so good inside me already, want more of that cock,” she said, and it put a smile on your features to turn Wonyoung into such a needy, insatiable girl, no longer capable of being coy with her words. With every dip inside her smothering heat, you could sense more desperation, how much she yearned to be stretched to the maximum and feel your entire length in her.

“Fuck me, daddy. You know I’m not a good girl, so don’t fuck me like one.”

Your hips sped up with that request, and Wonyoung adjusted to your pace as her wet, warm walls became easier and easier to fill up, further opening her up. “You really are spoiled, aren’t you? A spoiled little brat that takes this cock so well.”

“Spoiled for your cock. So just shut up and fuck me. Make me feel you in my guts.”

While you kept her sparkling eyes in line of sight, you pressed your forehead against hers, seeing the lust building that raced through her body as you pumped into her hard and fast, giving the intense gratification she craved.

“Daddy---“ she gasped out, one little word from that pretty voice held so much power, so much weight. “Deeper, daddy. Fuck me, deeper. You feel so big, stretch my tight little pussy. Need you to fill me with every inch.”

And if that wasn’t encouragement enough, Wonyoung started to wrap her absurdly long legs around your waist to draw you in deeper, clutching onto one of your biceps, and her skin felt so utterly hot against yours. “Ruin me, daddy. Come on, I can take it. Fuck the brat out of me.”

Even at her most desperate moments, she still had some dominance left in her words, but you had no qualms not to listen. Because while Wonyoung might have looked like something precious and priceless, you certainly wouldn’t treat her as such. So little by little, your hips snapped back, until you were fucking her like you should have done from the start.

Making every thrust count, you were finally able to fuck Wonyoung balls deep, and took advantage of the slickness from every orgasm as your cock slid inside her effortlessly.

“Fuck, daddy, yes!“ Wonyoung cried out, her walls trembling whenever you bottomed her out, which only added to the urges to seize complete control of her body. You dove into her neck, and could hear her breathing deepen as you tasted the hot skin found there, before tracing the outline of her jaw, which made her even more consumed by your lustful touches.

Now that you could comfortably bury your cock to the hilt inside her warmth without struggle, Wonyoung felt so utterly wet and unimaginably tight, while all that built up arousal drowning your cock really paid off, because now you were fucking her as deep as you wanted, rearranging her guts like no tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking deep, keep that up. Want you to keep fucking me like this, please---don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Wonyoung repeated, becoming more desperate by the syllable while you continued to feast on her body, eager to lick up all that porcelain skin. You couldn’t ignore your cravings and dragged your tongue across her sensitive neck, enjoying the way she moaned when you sucked on the delicate flesh before you moved to trace her earlobe, then nibbled on it, working her more into a frenzy.

“I need to taste all of you, princess," you said as you licked down her collarbone and down to the curve of her breasts, then climbed back up, lifted her slender arms, and buried your tongue in her armpit. You savored the taste as you greedily licked her up, tracing the surface to gather up Wonyoung’s delectable sweat, only rewarded with deeper moans while your tongue went wild. The salty taste of her skin tasted even better there, and to no surprise, it only added more to her arousal as you cleaned her up throughly, licking long stripes up one of your new favorite spots of her goddess-like body to devour.

“You’re so delicious, princess. I could just taste every inch of you for hours.”

Her cheeks reddened once more, and you were careful not to miss a solitary inch. Wonyoung kept her arms stretched up over her head, distracting you from the intense wetness and tightness of her cunt while you licked and sucked away at her flawless armpit, slobbering over it without respite.

Wonyoung gave no signs of anything but enjoyment of your tongue bath, even more so when you switched sides to devour her other smooth, milky underarm, as you peppered the flesh with little ticklish kisses, then gave an equal amount of wet, hungry licks. Truly a feast on their own, you lapped up the soft skin of her pits, nuzzling your nose in them to breathe in the unforgettable aroma. Your devotion to her body only made her squirm and whimper more, which only urged you to keep feasting on her delicious armpits, swapping your attention between the two, as you wanted as many different regions of her body on your tongue as possible.

Only after you thoroughly slathered both in saliva did you have your fill, and gave both one last lick while watching the aroused reaction in her eyes.

“D-daddy,” Wonyoung murmured, shaky and subdued, like she could barely pull the word out of her throat while your hips kept her pressed into the couch.

“Yes, princess?” you asked, planting rough kisses all over the untouched side of her neck that made her blush even deeper.

“Bedroom. Take me there.”

“Which one?”

“Don’t care.”

There was only one actual option, given that your bedroom involved a set of stairs and Wonyoung’s was just down the hall, so the choice was obvious. Although you’d love to see the look on Yujin’s face when you barged into her room, wanting to use her luxurious bed to plow her roommate on. Most likely, you’d be met with encouragement rather than being told to get out, but even then, you didn’t want to take the chance of disturbing her.

So down the hallway it was, catching Wonyoung off guard as you lifted her petite figure off the couch and into your arms as your cock remained buried inside. With her legs already locked around you tightly, her arms followed, wrapping around the back of your neck as you brought her towards the bedroom. Not wasting any chance to keep her bouncing on your shaft, you squeezed that tight little ass with every step, until you made it past the open bedroom door that neither of you bothered to fully close.

When you entered Wonyoung’s spacious bedroom, you had only one thing on your mind---the tight grip her slick pussy held around your cock. Now that all concerns had been set aside, you came close to knocking a framed poster off the wall with the force generated when you pinned her against it. But outside of moaning daddy uninterrupted, she became unable to concentrate on anything else but clinging to your body as you drilled her without zero intentions of slowing down.

Being careful wasn’t an option anymore. Wonyoung had you all wrapped up, with those long limbs coiled around you like a snake, but yet she was the prey. You kept her pinned up against the bedroom wall like a museum painting, and each thrust nailed her harder, keeping her begging for more, keeping her creaming on your cock as you rammed your length into the deepest parts of her cunt in succession, showing no mercy.

“Your pussy just feels incredible, princess,” you growled, as your fingers kneaded her asscheeks between each thrust, using the wall as a partner to help pound away and put this needy little princess in her place, fucking her harder than imaginable, knowing she could take it. Her back arched higher while every stroke intensified, and she used her moans to voice the insatiable hunger you could see in her eyes while you gave it your all.

“God, your cock---makes me feel so good, stretches me so well, it’s fucking perfect,” she said, as you shoved your hard cock into her without a care. You knew Wonyoung could take it, she could take every rough thrust, and she’d complain if you did anything less.

So your battering cock continued its assault on her warm little hole, pumping inside her while being squeezed so goddamn tight it drove you absolutely crazy, all part of the plan to ruin her perfect cunt the way she begged and begged for it.

"Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!" Wonyoung begged, but did nothing to silence herself, the repeated thuds her sweaty back made against the wall surely moving its way up the entire house. Without saying another word, you had her cumming on your cock, that slick honey dripping between her legs adding more fuel to your hips as you fucked her into a second, then a third orgasm, arms tightening while she held on for dear life, legs trembling underneath your fingers. “Oh my god, daddy.”

Like a delicate flower no more, Wonyoung endured your rough treatment with pride, and embraced the way you manhandled her body. With every pump of your cock into that engulfing wet heat, her cries of satisfaction grew deafeningly loud, and she became almost delirious from bliss, unable to keep her eyes open much longer. Not a single ounce of smugness remained left on her face, just pure desire and barrels of lust that increased the harder you fucked your aggression out, letting her ride through climax after climax until the harsh clenches became borderline unbearable to handle.

And you couldn’t help but be selfish, turning Wonyoung into an absolute mess, with no genuine need to use words anymore or anything but hot, needy kisses that did all the talking necessary as you absorbed yourself in the vigorous use of her body.

After every vigorous thrust, you could feel her hot breath in your ear, along with every whiny moan and desperate plea for you to fuck her even beyond your own limits. You poured your attention into how your cock felt whenever you speared her warm little cunt, and dug fingers deeper into the creamy flesh of her ass. But that wasn’t enough, as you spread her legs wider to take every inch of your cock deeper than you thought possible, all while every little gasp, moan, and repetitive thump of her back crashing against the wall became an intricate melody in your ears.

“Princess---“ you said, your voice lowering into nothing but a growl and drew another deep moan from Wonyoung’s lips following one more strong impale, then pulled her away from the wall as you held her up in the air, fucking her relentlessly while you enjoyed the overpowering smack of flesh on flesh by pounding into her desperate cunt.

“Need to fucking cum in you soon. Gonna fill your pretty little pussy all the way up.”

Waiting for a response wasn’t something you bothered with when you approached the side of Wonyoung’s enormous canopy bed with its pulled back curtains and abundant pillows, only fucking her petite body harder on your thick cock to elicit out more cries of nonstop pleasure.

From the start, the plan was always to defile her doll-like body, and while the idea of pounding her on the carpet with a fistful of hair crossed your mind---you’d have to tear your cock away for just a moment---an impossible task.

Overindulgent was the only thing that could describe how you were fucking Wonyoung, and even more overindulgent was how much she kept creaming on your cock. But you had no trouble keeping the motions uninterrupted, nor did you have any trouble supporting her weight, remaining face to face to kiss her lips as many times as you chose to until you laid her down onto the soft mattress in a not-so-gentle manner.

“W-wait,” Wonyoung said, before words turned back into moans once more. “You can cum inside me, but not here. Don’t ruin the sheets.”

You could barely mutter out a chuckle. “You can buy more, princess.”

“But I like thes---“

You didn’t allow any further objections. Instead, with your knees locked into the mattress, you drove Wonyoung’s legs up into the air until they neared both shoulders, feet left dangling, and folded her up like a chair, eager to sink in at a completely new intense angle. “You’re gonna need a whole new bed when I’m done with you.”

Now that you achieved the deepest penetration possible, you were testing the springs of her mattress without even giving a chance for her heart to beat, bottoming Wonyoung out into new depths never felt before. All that elegance shattered, left with nothing but the obscene view of those beautiful legs spread open so fucking wide you couldn’t believe this was the same proper girl you shared a roof with for months. Restraint lost every ounce of meaning when you kept up the relentless plunges into Wonyoung’s tight, tight cunt, pounding her into the mattress hard enough to make the creaking bed frame think twice about its existence.

“Daddy!” Wonyoung cried out, loud enough to echo throughout the entire house, no longer giving a damn about the soon-to-be-ruined sheets, just like that wet hot pussy that your cock pistoned into and demanded more unearthed pleasure from.

Taking full advantage of putting Wonyoung into this new position, you made a slight adjustment, lifted yourself into a squat in order to gain more leverage, then planted both feet on her silk sheets, holding her little waist with a bruising grip while fucking her so deep you were liable to explode at any second.

“God, princess, you take daddy’s cock so well. Such a good little fuckdoll, letting me use you, letting me destroy your warm little hole like this. Gonna fill you up so much, fuck!” You couldn’t help but let out loud, guttural groans at how good Wonyoung’s dripping pussy felt, throbbing wildly at how goddamn tight she clenched around your cock that ached for release.

“You feel so good inside me, so, so good, daddy. Can’t wait for you to cum in me. It’s going to feel so good, so warm. Just pump that hot load into my wet little pussy. Give me all your cum, give it all to me. Please, daddy---I need it right fucking now.”

Your heavy balls slapped against her puckered hole as you brutally impaled her pussy, and you could feel every little tremble in her legs, every last wet squelch as you kept Wonyoung pinned to the creaking mattress, making her desperate for one more greedy orgasm even before you even achieved your first.

“Fuck, fuck, princess, your pussy is just too good. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Need to fucking breed you, need to just fuck my thick load into your womb and you’re gonna take it all, princess.”

“Yes, daddy, please! Fuck me, use me until you cum. Need your balls drained inside me, need you to explode.”

Scrambling for anything within reach, Wonyoung frantically dug her nails into her sheets, but you just kept plowing her into the mattress for as long as your body would allow, hitting her guts every single time with surgical precision. Her slick pussy lips gripped with violent, almost painful clenches, and the lewd expression etched on her face helped the inevitable arrive faster than expected.

Only a matter of time before you filled that perfect, warm little hole you mercilessly slammed your cock into, letting out more ragged breaths by the second. You kept your weight shifted to easily balance on the balls of your feet, and just stared at the deep pools of lust in Wonyoung’s eyes while she took it all, legs spread perfectly for breeding, anticipating your load with endless amounts of lust, begging, and cries for more.

“Daddy, breed me. Breed me like you breed Yujin. Empty those balls in me, fill me up. Daddy, please---just use me to dump your cum in, wanna feel it all in my pussy, please.”

The coils of her mattress screamed for relief, and the smack of your thrusts became deafening, mirroring the cries that escaped Wonyoung's mouth. No longer did you even bother to look forward, and instead guided your focus on how your cock pulverized Wonyoung’s insides, every strong clench a shove towards the finish line that she already had a rolling start towards. Your worn out hips were on fire, but it paled in comparison to the flames in your core, only able to be doused in one matter---and Wonyoung did just that when her wrecked cunt squeezed your cock in just the right way.

You throbbed inside Wonyoung like you hadn’t been drained in a month. With your entire length buried to the hilt and your balls firmly flush against her ass, you shared that final moment of relief, spilling cum into her pussy like you never had anyone else. Thick, hot spurts overflowed her cunt, setting off violent twitches, satisfied groans, and gasps of relief from your lips when you emptied every last drop into Wonyoung.

“Daddy, it feels so good. Empty it all, daddy, empty that cum inside me. It’s so warm, so thick, I can feel it dripping out of me, don’t stop…”

The tired demands from Wonyoung’s lips had you throbbing even more as you drove your creamy load deeper inside her, thrusting with your heavy hips with whatever energy left while you rode out the best orgasm of your life.

Nothing could compare to such bliss in its sweetest, purest, rawest form. Nor could anything compare to the satisfied smile Wonyoung gave when you pulled out, and your seed spilled down her sweaty thighs, making one more final attempt to ruin her sheets.

“No, daddy,” she whispered, making exhausted gasps while you took her small face in your hands, without enough energy to do anything but stare at the blissed out look in her eyes. When you collapsed, Wonyoung pivoted her body to the side, then grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her intense heat. “Keep it in me. Isn’t this what Yujin likes?”

You twitched the moment you felt that warmth wrapped around your shaft again, but embraced her naked body, resting your head against her bare shoulder. Trying not to make any sudden movements proved difficult.

“There we go, daddy. Stay inside me, just like this.”

“Didn’t you have to study?” you asked, remembering the thread that unraveled and started all this.

“What did I say? Stay inside me.”

“Fine, but don’t move too much. It’s still sensitive.”

Without even looking, you could see the smirk on Wonyoung’s lips as she did the opposite and rolled her hips, clenching around your cock to keep you from softening.

“Wonyoung---“ you hissed, and harshly dug your fingers into her hips to keep her from moving. “Stay. Still.”

“Or what? You’ll fuck my brains out again? Pump another thick load in me?”

“You think this is going to happen more than once? Not a chance, princess. I’m only staying here to stop that bratty mouth from talking.”

“You’re a bad liar, daddy. I know you love how my pussy keeps your cock all nice and warm. You’re addicted to it already. I bet you won’t even go back to Yujin anymore.”

“I think I fucked you a little too hard. Maybe knocked a few brain cells out.”

“Don’t worry, daddy. I won’t say a word. I’ll keep it our little secret that you like my pussy better.”

“Shut---up. Next time I fuck you it’s going up your ass.”

“Is that a promise? I’ve never done that before. But your cock is so big, I don’t even think it’ll fit there…”

“Then I’ll make it fit.”

And with that, Wonyoung grabbed your arm to swing it around her waist, finally letting you enjoy the sweet sounds of silence.

At least for a little bit.

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A/N: I dedicate my first Wonyoung fic to the great, amazing, wonderful @friskyriskywhisky . Didn't plan on taking so long to put out a new fic, nor did I plan on it being absurdly long. My longest fic to date, but I put a lot of heart into this and hopefully it shows.

During the course of these few months I've reached 12k followers which is still wild to me after all this time, so thanks to everyone who follows and reads, especially if you've been there since the beginning 💞💞

This was supposed to be out on the 31st for Wony day but I'm impatient, so enjoy this early gift. I've really enjoyed writing this version of Wonyoung and plan to do more with her.

[slut4sugu]

WEIRDLY SPECFIC HABITS EARTH — 42!MILES HAS !

Back to masterlist . 42!Miles Masterlist

ʚ 🍓ɞ he can never sketch properly with a pencil with a light density, (basically if the pencil doesn’t have a darker shade)

ʚ 🍓ɞ always makes you sleep on the side of the bed that is farthest away from the door, so if anything happens he can protect you

ʚ 🍓ɞ stares at your lips whenever you have a fresh coat of lipgloss on/ a new lip combo he’s never seen before

ʚ 🍓ɞ talks shit about people infront of them with you in Spanish, doesn’t give af if the person knows what your saying either he just likes letting you in on the tea

ʚ 🍓ɞ hates being called sassy and will throw you over his shoulder tossing you on his bed hard if you call him it.

ʚ 🍓ɞ listens to Kendrick Lamar’s damn album 24/7

ʚ 🍓ɞ if you gift him matching rings he’ll wear it occasionally but when he’s out being the prowler he’ll put it on a chain and wear it like that so he doesn’t lose it.

ʚ 🍓ɞ subconsciously buries his face in your thighs and boobs to properly go to sleep, so when he wakes up and his face isn’t buried in your boobs (because you left to use the bathroom or sum) he gets cranky

ʚ 🍓ɞ makeout sessions to Frank ocean

ʚ 🍓ɞ only wears pink if you specifically ask him to match an outfit w you

ʚ 🍓ɞ hates kissing you and tasting mango or cherry, he prefers strawberry or peach so when you have that kind of lipgloss on he’ll kiss it off your lips not caring if it gets messy and shoves the strawberry kind in your hands instead like a baby.

ʚ 🍓ɞ miles will kiss your knuckles after not seeing you for a long time and hug you for what feels like hours.

ʚ 🍓ɞ hums your favorite song to you to help you go to sleep, even if it’s ice spice he’ll do it for his favorite girl

ʚ 🍓ɞ actually doesn’t mind being called pretty boy, but only when he’s sleepy, otherwise he’ll get quiet and mumble underneath his breath a shut up. (We know he loves it)

ʚ 🍓ɞ only listens to new album drops with you to get your reaction to it as well

ʚ 🍓ɞ gives the BEST hugs even when he’s sweaty

ʚ 🍓ɞ almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time

[spidrgirl]

childhood best friends to lovers

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Pairing: Miles Morales 1610 x female reader !

Synopsis: miles being in love with you since you guys were kids.

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2361

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His earliest memory consists of the taste of cherry flavored blowpops, the scent of strawberry lotion and wild mango shampoo, and the feeling of your soft, warm lips pressed against his.

He remembers it as if it were yesterday. The two of you had been playing outside for what felt like hours while "The mothers" (as you guys had playfully called your mothers) scolded you for running in and out of the house.

After another trip of doing exactly that—going into the house for a drink of water and quickly running back outside—Rio stopped you two and gave you the choice of staying outside, or coming inside.

you smiled brightly and assured her that you would stay outside and play until you were finally ready to come in for the day.

"Of course tia," you had agreed, "we'll stay outside and play until it's curfew! We won't come in anymore, I promise!"

And with that, you grabbed Miles' hand and ran outside to the farthest end of your street, where the neighborhood park was.

"Betcha can't beat me in a race there and back," he taunted, pointing at a large pin oak tree that stood near the back of the park. It's dark green leaves slightly brightened by the glistening sun shining down on them.

"Can too!" you exclaimed, eagerly accepting his challenge.

Miles gave you a sly grin and ran to the sandbox, which was then quickly assigned to be the starting line, with you quickly chasing behind him, your hair blowing against your face in the soft breeze.

You perched yourself at the sandbox with Miles right next to you, ready to take off and kick his butt in what was sure to be another easy round of you beating him in a race.

"On your mark…" Miles said slowly, glancing over at you to make sure you were ready, his eyes flickering with something you couldn't quite determine but making you smile anyway.

"get set…"

"Oh, hurry up Miles!" You playfully groaned, rolling your eyes at his obvious trolling.

"GO!" Miles exclaimed, and the two of you took off running towards the pin oak tree,taunting and mocking each other the entire time.

"You're slow!" You shouted breathlessly.

"You're one to talk; you are literally reminding me of a turtle right now!" Miles shot back with another big smile, sprinting to the tree as fast as he could.

When he neared the tree, though, Miles slowed down and let you pass him up—not too obviously, but just enough to let you think that he had gotten tired or that you were simply too fast for him to beat.

The truth was, Miles was much faster and stronger than you and could have easily run the race, but he always let you take the first place trophy. He enjoyed seeing you brag about how fast you were or how good you were, knowing it was only possible because of his own loss.

Because of this, you won the race and wasted no time bragging about your well deserved and expected win, completely oblivious to the fact that he had let you win this time, and all the other times that came before this.

"Ha! I beat you, Miles; you owe me a soda!" You smiled at him, flashing a row of white baby teeth with the one on the side missing.

"Oh, please," he rolled his eyes playfully, "you cheated. I would've beat you but you ran before I even said go."

You laughed at his comment and slid down the tree's thick trunk to cool down, grateful for the shade the large branches and leaves provided against the relentless July heat. Beads of sweat were starting to form on your face from the heat waves rising from the hot asphalt, and you were almost certain you were going to die of "hotness."

"Whatever, you still owe me a soda." you cooed, letting out a deep sigh and resting your head on his shoulder, hot and tired from all that running you just did.

"I don't have a soda..but I got this," he said breathlessly, pulling a cherry blowpop from his pocket stowed away from earlier.

You took it from his fingers without another word and popped it into your mouth, immediately feeling a rush of dopamine from the sugary taste of the candy.

Miles gazed over at you, resting on his shoulder and mindlessly sucking on the blowpop, silently taking the chance to admire your beauty. Even though you were just an eight-year-old girl, you were already so beautiful, and this was something everyone seemed to know but you.

Miles was reminded of this fact whenever he took the chance to sneakily take longing looks at your soft pink lips, long dark eyelashes, iridescent eyes, and that soft hair that always seemed to glow in the sun. He loved all these small details about you, but was too young to understand what this meant to him yet. So he kept them to himself, storing it for later.

A while later, you lifted your head from his shoulder, and although it was plenty hot outside, he immediately missed your warmth. He wanted you to rest on him again, perhaps come even closer, but he wouldn't press the issue.

He thought of you and what he wanted for a quick moment before he was snapped out of his thoughts when you looked up at him with a soft smile and asked him if he thought that you guys would be friends forever.

"Of course we will. We are best friends forever, remember?" He replied, fanning his flushed face.

"Yeah, but what if we get older and make new friends? You'll probably forget all about me and have way more fun with them." You countered, eyes wide, with the thought of growing up without your best friend.

"But I wouldn't, cause you're my number one girl for life. I would make other friends, but they would never come close to me as close as you are to me. I promise." He said.

As if to emphasize his words, he leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle, almost feather-light, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You felt a strange fluttering in your chest, like butterflies were trapped inside. You didn't understand what was happening, but it felt nice.

Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, he leaned in even closer. His lips were just inches from yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. Time seemed to stand still as you waited for him to make his move, but you were unsure of what that move was yet.

And then he kissed you.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, and they sent a rush of heat through your entire body. He remembered the taste of the cherry-flavored lollipop on your lips and the softness and warmth of your skin. Time seemed to stand still as you kissed under the shade of the tree, the soft summer air caressing your skin.

He inhaled the scent of what was sure to be shampoo, its sweet, fruity smell making him only want to smell more of it. He counted to five in his head because it's what he had seen all the other kids do in the movies when they kissed, and when he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed from the heat and the kiss. He smiled down at you, his amber eyes sparkling in the sunlight with something he was sure to love.

And this is when he knew that he was in love with you.

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Now, eight years later, when he was sixteen and you were fifteen and a half --you always liked to point out whenever Miles teased you for your age difference--,Miles couldn't help but wonder if you remembered that day.

Did you remember the feeling of his lips on yours? The feeling of his skin pressing against yours? The sweet, innocent smiles that happened after that kiss?

Miles couldn't help but think of that moment as he lay on his bed, the sunlight streaming in through the window casting a warm glow across your face. Your hair was spread out around you like a halo of gold, and your eyes were closed as you lay on your stomach, lazily flipping through a fashion magazine.

He couldn't help but stare at you. Since you had gotten older, you had started to fill in nicely. Places where you weren't so curvy back then had started to fill in, and he couldn't help but take in every detail—every curve of your body, every freckle on your skin.

When he looked at you like this, he just knew he wanted to kiss you again. No, he didn't want to kiss you again, he needed to kiss you again. To feel your lips against his, to taste your sweet breath on his tongue.

"What do you think about this dress?" you asked suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. He blinked, coming back to reality, and forced a smile. "It's really pretty," he mumbled, trying to focus on what you were saying, although his mind felt scattered with thoughts he knew he shouldn't have.

You smiled back at him, and in that moment, he felt like everything was alright. He felt like he could forget about kissing you and how much it hurt to be so close to you yet so far away. He felt like he could finally breathe.

But then you leaned over to pick up your water bottle, and as you did, your shirt rose up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth skin at your hip. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make his heart race and his palms grow sweaty. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his own.

"So, do you think I should get my nails done in that color?" You continued, gesturing to a pretty shade of pink on the page of the magazine. The pink had reminded him of that one hello kitty girl you liked, my Melanie? but he didn't have time to think about it for too long before he forced himself to look at the page and focus on your words.

But all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss you again, to feel the softness of your lips against his. He swallowed hard, trying to clear his throat. "Um, yeah, that color would look really good on you," he managed to say. "You should totally do it."

Sensing the tension in the air, you look up at him and find him staring back at you with something that can only be described as love in his eyes. A blush crept up on your face, and you tried to clear your throat. The tension between you was growing thicker as you both struggled to maintain eye contact.

Finally, you decide to break it, glancing down at your magazine and pretending to focus on the pictures. "Well, I guess I'll have to ask Mom what she thinks."

Miles nods, pretending not to notice the awkwardness between you. "Yeah, maybe you should." He mumbles, swallowing hard, feeling the urge to reach out and touch you growing stronger by the second. He forces himself to stay still and focus on anything but these feelings, though.

The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings. You both know what happened, you both felt things that neither of you were sure were supposed to be felt, but neither of you dared to acknowledge them. It's as if you're both afraid that if you say anything, it will make it real, make it permanent.

But Miles couldn't take this anymore. He needed you, and he knew what he needed to do in this moment.

Miles clears his throat, looking away from you for a moment, focusing on a spot across the room. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Then, without warning, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

It's a soft kiss at first, tentative and unsure, but as you respond, your fingers softly trailing up his shoulders and your lips meeting his exactly how they needed to, it becomes something else.

His hands find their way to your face, cradling your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. You taste like cherry lip gloss and it instantly reminds him of the cherry blowpop flavored kiss the two of you had shared years ago.

But now, the two of you were older. Kissing meant more than just some innocent, childlike crush thing. Kissing meant more, and in this moment, he knows that he's never wanted anything more than to be able to taste you, to feel your lips against his, to breathe in the scent of your mango shampoo-scented hair.

You pull away for a moment to catch your breath, but he still holds you close to him. Savoring the closeness between you two, he whispers sweet things against your lips, whispering all of the things he's been wanting to say since he was eight years old.

"I love you, like, really, love you" he whispers, his eyes closed and his fingers tracing your cheeks and sliding up into your hair, gently touching the soft strands.

I love you too, Miles. I always have" You mumble back, your hands resting on his shoulders and your lips still softly brushing against his.

You pull away for real this time, slowly opening your eyes and seeing something you've never seen before. You see a depth of an emotion that you didn't even know existed. You see love. Not the puppy-love of your childhood, but the mature, true love that only comes from years of knowing someone and realizing just how much they mean to you.

So, you kiss him again. This time, with a passion that Miles knows he'll be getting for the rest of his life.

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[teez-the-time]

Strawberry and Wine: PREVIEW

Pairing: Consort! Seonghwa x Emperor! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, romance, smut

Synopsis: as an Emperor, you liked to indulge in the pleasantries of life. The shiniest jewels, the best wines, the tastiest delicacies. But in the years of your reign, you had never found something as exquisite as the lips of Park Seonghwa.

Warnings: masturbation (f and m receiving), oral sex (f), breast play, piv sex, riding, dry humping, grinding, a lil food play, alcohol consumption (no drunk characters), pretty vanilla actually, body wordship, my characters are whipped as usual, pls tell me if I miss something

Wc: 7k-8k

Taglist:

Release date: April 21, 2024

A/N. Let's pretend like I didn't disappear for three entire months after promising to have some stories coming soon. College kicked my ass, but at least I have two free weeks before going back to that hellhole. Either way, if you want to be added to the taglist, comment here or DM me!!

The wing reserved for the royal consorts was exquisite and lavish. Several rooms expanded around, forming a circle with a marble fountain in the middle depicting two lovers embracing each other with the utmost intensity. A dome was constructed on top of it, so the lovers were perpetually bathed in sunshine or moonlight. The floors were carpeted with the finest rugs imported from exotic lands in faraway continents. No speck of dust could be found on any corner, and all vases were always kept full with your favourite flowers. All the artwork was seasonally changed and handpicked by the emperors themselves according to their consorts' tastes. After all, it was the emperors' duty to pamper them and keep them content.

Having prided enough in your work at the consort wing, you began walking through the left part of the circle. Despite being able to hold many guests, most of the chambers were empty. In your short reign as emperor, you had only taken four consorts, without planning to add more in the foreseeable future. As a female emperor, it wasn’t a good look for your legacy to be remembered for promiscuity rather than your political achievements. Also, you were quite content with whom you had chosen to be your lovers.

Normally, the consort wing was brewing with life, always full of servants and guards waiting on your partners. While it could be refreshing to breathe that atmosphere, it was undeniable that the emperor’s visit was a cause of drama in the palace. Everyone was always eager to learn who were you coming to see, what you talked about and what to expect, and no doubt the speculation resulted in scheming that you weren’t ready to discover just yet. That’s why you tried to keep your appearances late and spaced in between, just to keep gossip at bay.

And, maybe, add some excitement too.

Seonghwa’s room was the farthest away, much to your dislike. Nevertheless, the wait made your little escapade even more thrilling. You reached the door, softly knocking on the sturdy wood. A few seconds passed and no one answered it. You knocked again, and still no answer. By now, one of Seonghwa’s servants would have opened it to let you go in, but tonight didn’t seem to be the case. Starting to get worried, you grabbed the knob and tried to push it open by yourself. Surprisingly, it offered no resistance and you found yourself inside Seonghwa’s chambers. You were preparing to scold him for his imprudence of leaving a door unlocked at night when the most pleasant of smells inundated your nostrils.

At first, it was just the sweet aroma of vanilla and jasmine, but the more you breathed in, the richer the smell got. Soon enough, your mind was floating along with the scent, making you relax into the atmosphere. It reminded you of something hidden in the depths of the soul. Desire. It wasn’t strong nor overpowering, but it lingered there, just barely out of reach .

When you shook out the initial stupor of the aroma, you scanned the room looking for your companion for the night. Normally, he would be waiting for you in one of the exquisite sofas and chairs of the sitting area before the door, but tonight he wasn’t there either. 

Apparently, the young lord had made sure that your night was full of oddities.

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Can I get a strawberry midsummer’s night with robin please?💜

absolutely yes yes yes <3 hope you enjoy!! thank you for the request <3

sticky kisses and serendipity

warnings: other than fem!reader? none. just lovin' on our girl. <3 not edited tho

wc: 1.3k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“You’ve got something, right… here!” 

There’s something in the warm summer air tonight. A lightness, a breeze of a feather that hadn’t been there the last few months. The heat has rid itself of the stifling humidity, the sun has begun to take its leave for the day, and the lake water has gone still with a tranquility you can feel within the depths of your chest. Even the occasional breeze can’t break the surface of the water, no ripples in sight as your feet hang off the dock. 

“Wha-” Robin had started to genuinely question, but she cuts off halfway through her question when your intentions get revealed; your finger swipes through the top of your ice cream cone, gathering just enough sweet treat to swipe across the tip of her nose. “No!” 

She lets out a whine, reaching too slow for your wrist as you retreat, still giggling a bit. 

You feel like a child, all vibrant eyes and aching cheeks as you watch the girl who’s the sole reason for it basking in the blanket of the dying day’s golden light. Giggling at anything and everything, tongue cold with a scoop of Rocky Road that you both could pretend for a moment hadn’t cost you the last of your latest paychecks. 

No one around to judge. No one around to witness. It’s just you, your girl, and the still lake water. 

“C’mon,” she continues to complain, but she’s still smiling back at you, striking something deep within your bones. She holds her own sherbet shake in the hand farthest from you, the pretty shade of pink matching the slow-healing sunburn that dusts the tops of her cheeks, “That’s not even fair. I’m gonna be all sticky now.” 

“Want me to kiss it better?” you tease, leaning forward, feeling the wood planks beneath you dig into your bare thighs. 

She’s quick to lean away from you, the sparkle of the chase glittering in her eyes as she jokes, “You? Gross. Why would I ever want a dingus like you to kiss me? Ugh.” 

Every word is laced up tightly with sarcasm, her hardly being able to get through them without the interruptions of soft scoffs, knowing just how ridiculous she is being. 

The joke doesn’t even hurt – it only makes something further bloom in the pit of your stomach as you pucker your lips and continue to chase her retreating figure, biting back a grin that matches her own. When she had first met you, she’d been too nervous to even recognize your sarcasm at times, let alone conjure her own. The joke was a sign of the times; the joke was evidence of a thawing that had happened over a blissful spring and long summer, preparing the two of you for crisp autumn. 

The joke showed she loved you. In whatever ways she could. 

The sun continues to creep below the horizon as the two of you continue all your childish antics, your sticky lips eventually finding home against her warming cheeks, noting the blush that spreads like wildfire at the simplest of your touches. You make a point to reach out your thumb, intent on swiping away all the chocolate residue you’d left behind, but she’s quick to stop you. Gentle fingers curling around your wrist, head turning sharply so you can’t reach that tainted cheek. 

“Don’t,” she whispers, even though there’s no one around. 

“I thought you didn’t want my dingus kisses.” 

All-consuming, her shy smile nearly blinds you, “I think I’ll live if we leave it until I go home.”

“It’s sticky,” you laugh a little, trying to reach your thumb out again. She stops you again, “Your hair’s gonna stick to it-”

“Don’t care,” she breathes out, set in her ways as her eyes dart from your eyes to your lips for a brief second, “I really don’t care.” 

Brave and reckless, eager and aching, she surges forward just to get those sticky lips on her own. A simple peck, a quiet slotting of lips against one another, but it says enough. A point is being made – she doesn’t care about the stickiness, and she does in fact want all your kisses. 

The feeling’s sort of mutual.

You sort of want to steal every kiss from her you can get away with, you sort of want to occupy every breath she takes on this shoreline. You sort of want the promise of every single summer of hers, and she sort of wants to just give them over to you freely. 

You know it, surely, when her lips press harder against yours. 

You can taste the subtle fruitiness of her shake, sugar all over both your tastebuds until you really can’t decipher who had which ice cream. Chocolate and orange cream, the bits of waffle cone stuck in your molars, the overwhelming sweetness of it all – she wants it all, with you and only you. At some point, she sets her shake down to her side blindly, lifting that cold, cold palm to cradle your cheek as if you might just be the most precious thing in the world to her.

And you are. And the feeling? The feeling is terribly, terribly mutual. 

Golden hour fades to dusk, faded blue hues wrapping the two of you up as all the vibrant shades of sunset start to soften. The moon has visibly risen in the eastern sky, smiling down at the two of you as all your youthful jubilation is exchanged. Wandering hands, you being limited to only one as you let it curl into the hairs at the nape of her neck, and teeth clashing a bit from the way neither of you can stop smiling. There comes a point where it’s clear she’s kissed away every inch of stickiness off of you, but she doesn’t stop. Neither of you do, not until all the air in your lungs has finally escaped, and the stubborn need to breathe has to override your need for her. 

And even then, you keep close to her. 

You scoot closer, until your skin is flush with hers, as you both catch your breaths. Staring straight ahead, glowing in each other’s peripherals as you lock in on the trees around the edge of the lake. It’s still not quite enough, and so eventually, legs overlap and entangle, joints pressed together until you’re both nothing more than a conjoined knot as Robin rests her head on your shoulder.

The sunset’s pretty, especially reflected off the lake water, but you think she’s even prettier. You’re pretty sure that there’s no natural phenomenon that could ever outweigh her beauty, but now’s not the time to wax that sort of poetry to her. There’ll be other summer nights, other pleasant evenings, to whisper to the girl at your side about all the stars you can count in her eyes. For now, it’s enough to just feel the weight of her slumping against you, and smell the way her perfume intertwines with the lingering sunscreen on both your skin. 

“You think the ducks are gonna come back?” she randomly blurts out, referencing the real reason you two had come out here to begin with.

You’d wanted to feed the ducks. You swore it wasn’t just an excuse to get her alone (it was). 

You throw your head back in laughter, “Yeah. Yeah, they better. I don’t think I can finish this waffle cone on my own.” 

Impulsively, you twist your neck until you can press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in her subtle shampoo. Your lips linger for several extra seconds, far longer than necessary, but it’s okay. You’ll allow yourself the honor, if for nothing more than to be an effort to contain all the adoration threatening to burst at your seams for the girl you lean further into. 

Once your lips retreat, she lifts her head, turning to glance at you for a moment before she returns the affection without hesitation. Soft lips press into the bare skin of your shoulder, and you both can only sigh in sync, in shared serendipity. 

“I could always help you with that, you know,” she wiggles her brows a little as she leans back, and you’re back to giggling like children. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Sticky kisses and serendipity. The perfect summer evening.

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Hide and Seek Part 2

Warning: It gets dark towards the end read at your own discretion.

You didn't know how long you were held here the hours all melted together into one miserable nightmare.

The nauseating smell of the cabin he held you in became all too familiar to you.

You would have run away much earlier if not for the mangled state of your leg.

The wounds had healed leaving behind four long gashes that scarred your foot.

You were lucky to be able to walk again given the trap went through your flesh narrowly missing the bone encased within.

Your captor on the other hand was more than happy to help you around it was sickening

how much he dotted on you.

The way he would continue to carry you around even though you were well enough to walk around by yourself.

You didn't really have a say in the matter you were his little bunny his pet to do as he pleased and he made sure you were aware of your place.

The days he would take you down to the basement of the cabin. As he opened the hatch leading down the stench of death assaulted your nose the metalic stench clung to the air seeping into your clothes the smell would often linger even once you were out of the hell pit he called a basement where he kept the bodies of his victims.

He prepared to hunt them down like animals

Which ever unlucky hiker was unfortunate enough to cross his path.

He was methodical in his actions.

He would taunt them.

Toying with them it gave him some sick kind of pleasure seeing the looking of fear in their eyes when they realise that they aren't alone but they can't make who or what exactly is keeping them company.

He would saviour the moments as his prey slowly start to lose their minds at every little snap of a twig or a chrip of a bird.

The cherry on top was when they realised that they weren't going to make it out alive.

He loved watching the light die out of their eyes as they took their last breath.

It was sick sadistic game he liked to play.

He would near them then move away creating distance in a pathetic attempt to give them hope that they just might get away only to crush it in an instant as they got trapped in his web.

He did the same with you as well but you realised that he treated you as more of a pet rather than prey occasionally even using you as bait to lure in unsuspecting idiots.

But never let them get too close to you.

In a way he was protective of your growing fond of you as the time passed.

It sure didn't fell that way to you.

In your mind you were just another one of his play things kept around to amuse him when he was bored.

There were ocassional moments of tenderness amongst the violence that you shared.

When he would brush out and braid your hair before you slept or when he would of so gentle massage in lotion onto your skin leaving behind a faint scent of strawberries his personal favourite was when he would cuddle up to you by the fire place as you read to him.

In these moments he didn't seem like the monster he truly was.

In the faint glow of the fire his feathers appeared softer than they were an almost angelic gentleness to them. As he hummed as you read occasionally reaching up to place with your fingers resting his head on your lap as he guided your hand to brush over his head gently massaging his scalp.

The situation you were almost seemed normal.

To a person looking in from a window both of you almost seemed like a couple in love.

Even though that was the farthest thing from reality.

Maybe you had started to lose your mind as well.

When you looked down on his face his features relaxed as he was asleep in your lap.

You couldn't clearly make out what you felt for him was it anger for having killed your friends and holding you hostage, was it fear after witnessing what he was capable of or was it a third more dreadful thing love. Had he really broken you so badly that you had begun to care for him. The mere thought of that sent chills down your spine.

If you loved him you were no better than him.

No you couldn't let him get the best of you

You had to escape of atleast try to.

By now you had familiarised yourself with his patterns.

Most days when the weather was good he would go out for a couple of hours to collect fire wood and supplies.

That was your window of opportunity.

If you played your cards right that would give you a window of time short enough to escape or make it far enough to escape.

As long as your plan worked.

Most days he went out he would chain you up in the basement.

When he was at home he let you roam around upstairs if you were good.

Before he left you forced yourself to throw up convincing him that it was just a stomach bug and that you could use with some fresh air.

He let you stay upstairs given how sickly you looked.

You had become weak in his imprisonment loosing your appetite and and sleep resulting in deep bags under your eyes.

He knew that you couldn't really take getting sicker so he let you stay in your room.

Locking up the cabin as he drove his truck out into town to stock up for supplies.

As you saw his truck move further out of sight.

He slowly slipped out from under the covers.

Grabbing the ice pick up had stolen from the basement on one of your visits down

Angling it to the the end of the glass striking it till it shattered.

The opening was small enough for you to squeeze through but the shards of glass.

Cut into your skin as you worked your way out of the cabin.

You didn't know where to go but one thing was sure you had to make it as far away as you possibly could from this hell hole.

Picking a direction you ran .

The farther the distance the greater the chance of your escape.

Your could fell the twigs and leaves scraping at your skin.

While you felt fire in the muscles of your legs as the propelled you forward. Followed by the stabbing sensation on the side of your body.

Your body was shutting down.

The captivity he had subjected you to had taken a toll on your body making you weak.

The breath shortening in your body.

You had been running for a while now surely you could take a couple of minutes to gather your and slow down your breath.

Well that was your second mistake.

The first was tripping the motion sensors that he had hidden around the cabin and the trees surrounding the area.

He knew you had ran the second you lept out the window.

He just let you run because he found it amusing.

Watching his little bunny hop around in hopes of freedom only for him to hunt you down and devour you whole.

It was almost nostalgic reminded him of the night he had taken you the first time.

The image of your fear struck face was etched in his mind.

He got giddy with excitement each time he remembered it.

But this little cat and mouse game was getting drawn out a little too much.

Living in the woods he has memorized every turn he knew it like the back of his palm.

It was only a matter of time before he found you.

When he caught up to your steps were faltering your pace slowed by fatigue.

He watched you stagger around like a predator watching it's prey.

Enjoying watching the struggle of his prey.

Turning a corner taking a shortcut he stood concealed in the trees.

Watching as you ran right into his arms.

Before you could even turn around as you recognised his face staring right back at you.

His hands reached out in a bone crushing grip.

Another shooting up to your scalp dragging right back to where you came from.

Your pleas of desperation begging him to loosen his grip fell onto deaf ears as he dragged you across the forest floors.

A string of apologies followed it was like you were experiencing the five stages of greif as he dragged you back.

Finally accepting defeat as you could see the border of his cabin in sight.

Once inside he flug you onto the group your head colliding with the hardwood floor letting out a sickening crack.

You could feel warm liquid ooze out wetting your hair.

Your vision bluring out as the white hot pain seared through your skull.

You were about to pass out.

As you felt the back of his hand connect to your cheeks pulling you back into consciousness.

"Don't you go blacking out on me now sweetheart. You have a whole night of pain ahead of you.

If you are good maybe a little pleasure too.

Everything was going so well."

At this point he had you pinned beneath him straddling your hips rendering you motionless beneath him.

You let out a string of apologies to appease him.

He just looked down at you with hidden eyes holding nothing but anger.

" Why did you have to ruin it bunny.

I let you live , I gave you a place to stay , food to eat and how do you repay me?.

By being an ungrateful brat.

How about I give you a little brat of your own.

To bind you with me forever.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. You would look so pretty all swollen.

I bet you'd make a great mother.

We could have a few little brats run around sound fun right?.

You and me and our little family."

The realisation left you petrified. You were never going to make it out of here alive.

Forever bound to this maniac.

Just another one of his victims but unlike the others who died quickly he would torture you for the rest of your miserable little life.

You heard his belt hit the ground bringing you back to reality this time it wasn't like the times he had taken you before which were tender and almost loving.

No this time he was on a mission he barely even looked at you as tears ran down your face only occasionally looking up to wipe them away and to whisper insults in your ear about how stupid you had been trying to run away.

A dumb bunny will always fall prey to the sly fox.

The slick between your legs doing nearly nothing to ease his entry as he split you open with his girthy manhood.

Jack hammering into your swollen cunt.

His hand roaming your body ripping off any fabric that hid your skin from him leaving you naked as the cold nipped at your skin.

He placed warm kisses on your exposed skin devouring it like a man who had been starved for days.

Leaving behind purplish brusies.

His other hand rubbing circles around your clit.

Until you were about to come undone for him.

He engulfed your mouth in a sloppy kiss swallowing your moans as you came around him.

You could feel his own pace begging to falter as his thrust because sloppy and desperate.

Letting himself go with a grown still not stopping even after he came determined to make sure his cum coated your insides.

The over stimulation making you shiver as he made sure you were full of him.

He moved off you and collapsed beside you.

" I think that did the trick. What do you think bunny. Feeling full yet. Im sure you can take a couple more loads.

We have the whole night to see just how much you can take."

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Love on Ice Chapter 13: The Song

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32 Days until Competition

They skated for almost two hours, practicing routine step sequences and spinning themselves dizzy during combination twirls, and it was the most Elain smiled during a very unserious practice. She’d needed this.

She’d told Azriel about visiting the cemetery that morning, the biggest contributing factor to her rather bland mood. He’d done precisely what she’d expected him to do: listen, hold her hands, dust a kiss across her forehead. But one brush of his lips wasn’t enough. It was Elain who had asked for another. She could have sworn his face lit up brighter than the stars. 

On the bench, they removed their skates and massaged their feet, laughing as they recalled when Azriel lost his footing and fell backward onto the ice. Even a seasoned skater made mistakes, he’d reminded her with a wink. 

Elain shrugged on her puffy pink coat and fixed her hair, opting for two braided pigtails. For some reason she wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet. She felt lighter, rejuvenated. “Got any ideas for our song? That was probably the first thing we should have worked on instead of the routine.” 

Azriel pursed his lips, contemplating as he pulled on his hoodie and tucked his dark curls into a beanie. “I have a record player at home if you’d like to come by and listen to a few. I could order us a pizza too if you’re hungry, and I stocked up on a few wines just in case you decide to make more midnight appearances demanding alcohol.” 

Elain swatted his shoulder playfully. 

“Sounds awfully like a date there, mister,” She teased, zipping up her bag and moseying along toward the exit. His long strides caught up to her in just three steps. 

Azriel placed a hand over his heart, opening the door for her with his free hand. “Not a date, I promise. Just two friends eating pepperoni pizza and listening to music.” For his own sake, Azriel silently convinced himself it was a date. 

“Fine. On two conditions,” He raised a brow as she rattled them off on her gloved fingers. “We stop by the convenience store to get chocolate milk for my after-skate snack since I’m all out, and we get green peppers on half the pizza.” 

She couldn’t fully see his expression behind the gray face gaiter protecting his cheeks from the frigid air, but his shoulders shook as he playfully tugged the end of one of her braids. “Deal.” 

“So, why chocolate milk? What’s the story?” 

Elain chuckled as she and Azriel made their way into the small store. “It’s just a silly ritual I do after each practice. I think it started when I was eleven. I’d forgotten my water when I went to the frozen lake to practice one night. When I came home the first thing I saw was a cup of chocolate milk sitting on the countertop. I was so thirsty I finished it in three big gulps. Now after every practice, I treat myself to a glass. Plus, milk strengthens your bones anyway.” 

Azriel’s hazel eyes brightened as he listened to her. 

“That unoccupied chocolate milk just so happened to be Feyre’s,” Elain grinned, shaking her head. “That little girl sure had some…choice words to say to me. She didn’t speak to me for two days.” 

“Over milk?” He asked incredulously. 

“Do not underestimate the Archeron sisters’ love of chocolate milk,” Elain pointed a finger. Azriel raised his hands in mock surrender, leading her to the farthest corner of the store where the diary products were held.

“Oh, what the hell,” Elain frowned, breath frosting the glass as she stared into the refrigerator. 

Azriel followed her gaze, eyes dancing with laughter at the predicament. Only blueberry and strawberry milk were stocked on the shelves, leaving Elain with an adorable pout on her rose pink lips. In her moment of preoccupation with the lack of her favorite treat, he stared at her mouth just a tad longer and wondered what her lips tasted like. Wondered if he’d ever get the chance to find out. 

He grabbed his strawberry milk with a gloved hand, shaking it close to her face. She grimaced. “What's wrong with strawberry? It’s sweet.” 

“Yes, I know…but strawberry isn’t chocolate and I can't imagine it’s any good in milk, Azriel,” she said, glaring at the square box of milk in offense. He almost guffawed in the middle of the aisle. 

“Come on, try it,” He offered, stabbing the straw through the hole before pushing it to her closed lips. She didn’t budge, arms folded over her chest. “For me? I’m your partner. You’re supposed to trust me.” 

“Yeah, to not drop me on the ice,” Elain retorted. The lines etched into her forehead smoothed as she considered the pink milk. Locking eyes, she wrapped her lips around his straw and sucked. 

Azriel’s throat bobbed, palms sweaty beneath his gloves. Did the manager crank the heat up or something? “Well? What do you think?” 

She smacked her lips in a considerate fashion before offering him a lopsided smirk. “It’ll have to do for now.” Elain grabbed her own milk before they brought their drinks to the register, paid, and went on their way to pick up the pizza. 

“Hear me out,” Elain said, happily chomping away at her slice of pizza. They sat at the island in Azriel’s kitchen, surrounded by one large pizza box, small shakers filled with cheese, garlic, and oregano, and two half empty boxes of strawberry milk. “I’m thinking we could skate to a violin sonata or Piano Concerto One.”

Azriel’s own chewing slowed, one corner of his mouth slightly lifted higher than the other. “You want to do a…classical piece?” 

Her brows knitted, biting off another piece. She licked the sauce from her thumbnail, all the while Azriel’s eyes tracked the movement. “What’s wrong with that?” 

“Oh nothing, nothing. I just didn’t know you wanted the judges to be snoring during our performance,” Azriel snickered, biting the top of his milk straw. Elain’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she plucked a pepper from her pizza, quickly chucking it toward his face. He surprised them both by catching it in his mouth. 

“All of my performances have been to classical pieces!” She defended, setting down her slice and leaning her elbows on the table. “Granted, I never had a say in what song we performed anyway since Lucien always chose them. Now that I think about it though, the songs were sort of…bland.” 

“Exactly,” He said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “They’re boring. Every year the judges watch at least three performances to classical songs. It’s repetitive and doesn’t evoke any emotion from them because they expect it,” Taking one last bite of crust, he said, “We have the chance to be different. To find a song they’ve never heard, but one that makes them feel. Sadness, joy, love. Something emotional and passionate and–.”

“And maybe sexy,” Elain finished, fiddling with the end of her hair. This was still new territory for her, voicing her opinion on their performance. When she’d represented the Autumn Region, everything was chosen by either Beron or Lucien. The music. The choreography. Their wardrobe. She deserved to have a say this time, and maybe it was Azriel’s calm demeanor that made it easier for her to speak up. 

She followed the way his lips parted, sucking in a rapid breath of air. He could only nod and affirm hoarsely, “Yeah. Sexy.” 

Elain held his gaze. “I want…something romantic, too. We have chemistry. We need to use that to our advantage.” 

“Romantic and sexy,” Azriel agreed, clapping his hands together. “Then let’s see what I've got.”

After cleaning up their mess, Azriel led Elain into the living room, where she sunk her toes into the plush white carpet. He readied himself by the record player, flashing her a grin before playing the first song. 

Her body swayed as she listened to the melody, which was a bit slower than she liked. To test how it would feel as a performance, she eased into a step sequence, moving gracefully around the room. 

“What do you think?” 

She shook her head slightly. “It's a beautiful song, but it’s a bit too slow. What else is there?”

Azriel flicked to another song, and she repeated the same moves, adding in spins and small jumps, careful to avoid the fireplace. After the song ended, she bit her cheek sheepishly. “Another pretty song, but that was way too fast. Got anything else?” 

Nodding, Azriel played through four extra songs while Elain tried to bring them to life through her movements, but nothing felt quite right. Too fast, too slow, too little emotion. As the last song came to its conclusion, she huffed, folding her hands over her hips. 

“Hey, hey, easy. There’s one more,” Azriel soothed, pressing play on the last song of the night. Elain readied herself, and as soon as the music flowed through the room, she began. 

Azriel truly couldn’t help himself. His eyes tracked her body, so in tune with the music it appeared she was floating. His chest tightened as she twirled, and maybe it was the song or the overwhelming itch to touch her again, but he found himself striding toward her position by the fireplace and taking her hands. 

Her eyes fluttered open as they danced, letting the rhythm and melody seep into their core. Just as he’d done at the rink, Azriel lifted her in his arms, securing her body to his chest as they became one. The tips of her fingers played with the dark hair at the nape of his neck before sliding down his skin. Their eyes never left each other, even as the song culminated.

“How about that?” He whispered, lips inches away from her panting mouth. He wanted to kiss her. He so badly wanted to fucking kiss her. 

She licked her lips once, completely unaware of how desperately he was trying to hold himself together, before blessing him with the most stunning smile he’s ever seen. “I think we found our song.” 

Artwork by @chachachai17: Here

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[calmcoldevening]

Strawberry

Tw: well, nothing like that, but an obscene enough kiss?

The cold corridors of the hospital smelled of damp and medicines. Even starched dressing gowns are so saturated with the smell of antiseptics that when you arrive home, your whole body smells of alcohol outside of work clothes. But true connoisseurs of their work are only encouraged and reminded of their favorite profession literally always.

Hurried nurses with tablets run along the corridor; old gurneys from the forgotten times of the hospital's foundation, covered with strange, non-washable stains, drive; doors open every now and then and return to their original position with a pop of hinges, clicking dully.

You once again turn right and then left and see the long-awaited end of the corridor. You could have sworn that this endless hospital maze took a good fifteen minutes of your professional time. It was worth it.

You hurriedly, as far as patent leather heels allow, approach the farthest iron door at the end of the corridor, right by the window. You briefly nod to the guard following you all this time.

"I remember the rules. If anything happens, I'll call you, Daniel, okay?"

Now the guard gives a small nod. His eyes are hidden from you by the usual dark glasses, but you can swear that he looks at you with concern. Just like an older brother.

The man opens the door with a massive key and lets you in.

The black walls are hung with various masks. There was a bed on the side of the ward, surprisingly neatly made; in the center there was a table with a lamp on and a bunch of materials for needlework. This patient's room has never been distinguished by cheerful colors and lush decoration, but it was beautiful in its own way and inspired a sense of calm. An ordinary child's room.

You relax when you notice the hunched figure above the table. On the chair under him hangs the usual thin terry-cloth jacket, so now the man is sitting in a white worn T-shirt. You walk up to the wall and touch the first mask you see with your fingers.

"Good job, Michael."

The man shifts his body slightly towards your voice. Only you are allowed to touch his masks, you and no one else.

"Are you hungry, Michael? I was told that you refused your lunch again."

Time after time, you say his name softly. Only from your mouth it sounded so soft and at ease. You approach the man and put your hand on his shoulder, slowly rubbing. He seems to be relaxing. Running your hand along the entire length of his shoulders, you touch the brown hair with your fingers, pushing them aside. Now you see Myers wearing a mask. Orange, similar to a pumpkin.

"I brought you something."

Even though it is forbidden by the rules, you managed to persuade Dr. Loomis, and he had a conversation with his superiors, to allow you to bring some strawberries for this silent patient. Not so long ago you managed to find out that he really loved her as a child. Maybe this will help him get better?

You put a small plastic container on the edge of the table. Michael notices this and removes the brush from his hands, putting down the paper. You open the white lid and slowly take out one berry.

"I need to pull back your mask so I can see your mouth, Michael."

Myers freezes for a moment, but immediately begins to slowly and carefully pull back the edge of the mask. Just enough so that you can reach his mouth.

You put your free hand on his chin, lightly stroking the stubble, and pull him down. The yielding lips open. You calmly bring the strawberries to his mouth and put them inside, closing your lips with your fingers. You can't see his face underneath, but you're sure that his ultramarine eyes are now animalistically glaring at you, intently watching your every move. You're smiling.

"Do you like it?"

An uncertain nod. You look around the room and notice the chair you left before. Putting him next to Michael, you sit down, straightening the edge of the robe. You looked smaller now than when you were standing. Myers is huge.

You take another berry and also carefully put it in the man's mouth. He chews slowly. You are fascinated by the movement of his chin, the work of his neck and thick veins on it, the protruding Adam's apple.

You fold your hands in your lap, hoping that Michael will take this gesture as an opportunity to eat himself. He hesitates a little, but then follows your example and pulls out a red berry from the container. But the man does not carry it in his mouth. He pulls the mask to the usual place on his face and brings his fingers with strawberries to your chin. You raise an eyebrow, but noticing the man's expectant look, you obediently open your mouth. Michael puts a berry in your mouth, watching you chew slowly. His fingers are still covered in red juice. The man runs them over your lips, leaving a wet trail. You can see how his eyes sparkle under his hair and mask. You instinctively lick your lips, touching Michael's fingers with your hot tongue. Myers runs his nails over your plump lips again, unexpectedly sliding inside. You feel his fingers pressing on your tongue, as your mouth fills with more and more saliva. The man moves his fingers back and forth, watching your reaction. The sweetness of the berry juice and the slight bitterness of his skin contrast pleasantly while you slowly wrap your tongue around his thick fingers.

Extremely unprofessional.

You make a couple more short movements when Michael removes his fingers. He looks at your lips, pink saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. You can't see, but Michael is grinning under the mask, feeling a strange bubbling in his chest. An aching tingling, more like an electric wave, echoing in every cell of his large body. This was his first time.

You were sitting opposite a man with flaming crimson cheeks and ears. Sweat broke out on his forehead. You tucked the strands falling over your face behind your ear, looking away in embarrassment and trying to catch your breath. Your own heart was pounding in your ears.

"Well, Michael," you noticed that he tilted his head to the side, "If you still want strawberries, you should finish them now; we don't have much time left for visiting."

While Myers was doing your request, you were flipping through a stack of drawings lying on the corner of the table. Chaotic strokes were visible on the slightly crumpled paper, gathering into a single, slightly strange image. In some drawings, Michael depicted his mother, these were routine activities, for example, homework or a quarrel with her boyfriend; in others there were simple doodles of animals or some details of the hospital that Michael remembered during walks; in others there was you. Such sketches were executed with extreme care. And although they were not professional, rather, they only vaguely resembled someone's portrait, you immediately recognized yourself in them: your usual uniform with a miniature chain on your collarbones and the distinctive features of your face. On each drawing with you there was a short inscription "Mine".

[starandcloud]

Dee Metal Family Headcannons

Lil head cannons I have about Dee, WILL be added on to- without a doubt- There probably won't be any explanations for these

He uses He/They pronouns.

"Low Support Needs" Autistic with special interests in: - Music - Languages - and Technology

Usually has his earbuds in for a sensory thing, not always listening to music.

His favorite subjects are: - Math - Art - Science - and Tech

His hair used to be longer, and he used to braid it but the way it laid against his back triggered sensory overload.

Same thing when he cut his hair to look like Glam's. Everything was okay, except for the fact that he could feel the air on the back of his neck, and it freaked him out. So, Glama and Vickey got him some thick chokers and a hoodie with a thick hood to wear while his hair grew out again.

When Dee was younger a teacher cut his hair, making him cry because of sensory issues. It kinda traumatized him.

He might be tone-deaf, but he plays the drums really well!

He can sing amazingly.

If he likes you, he'll charge less for his services.

He has a bunch of sketchbooks filled with random bullshit.

He's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his grades and gets mad at himself if he gets below a 90% on anything.

He has AMAZING handwriting

Loves cats and feeds a stray one that's by the video store

Dee and Lif briefly dated but decided to just stay friends, she's his dealer now

Dee smokes weed/vapes to deal with stress but only when Heavy/his parents aren't home or it's late at night

100% has a Love/Hate relationship with his hair being played with. On one hand its soothing and on the other it's a massive overstimulation.

It's big on PDA but will hold your hand

Dee's a silent romantic. Which means: he'll stand behind you when you're on a stool/chair to catch you if you fall. When you're in the store he'll have his hand on the center/small of your back, when he walks you home he'll make sure you're on the "inside" of the sidewalk, his arm is around your waist (or his hand is on your waist), at random times. When/if he's at your/your are his house, he makes sure you're the farthest away from the door. "Just in case, you'll be safe", he told you that when you asked why you HAD to sleep on the inside of the bed. He'll order you gifts, and have them ordered to your house. If you bend down near something with a sharp corner, he'll cover it with his hand so you don't hit your head.

He labels EVERYTHING the two of you do as a date

He has a lot of picture of you, you make his heart happy

His favorite date with you, so far, was sitting/laying on a hill teaching you how to correctly vape with music playing in the black ground

His favorite flavor is literally ANYTHING strawberry

His vape is rainbow colored

Makes you playlists as a way to show his affection

NEVER hesitates to help you

Loves it when you wear his clothes

He has Life360 so he knows you're safe

Dee is always acutely aware of your body language, mood, and how you dress and talk. He knows when your period (if you possess a V) and leaves chocolate on your desk for you

Hasn't charged you for his help since you started dating

He'll never admit it, but he gets separation anxiety with you

He's acutely aware of your clothing and jewelry sizes

He got you and him promise rings with yours and his birthstones in them, he wears his around his neck because overstimulation

Applesauce is a safe food for him

He's not big on Energy Drinks but does like the C-4 Skittles

His favorite candy is the Wild Berry Skittles

Dee likes modern music but loves the walkman. He got one when he was twelve (12) and it broke after a few years it broke, which really upset Dee. So Chive MacGyvered it to work again and Glam bought another one, just in case Dee's broke again

Dee prefers colder weather because he, then, has an excuse to wear comfort/heavier clothes

He doesn't really do parties but goes if invited, so he's not seen as rude

He's touch-starved so, he loves it when you spontaneously hug him

He loves forehead kisses, "They're gentle and soft"

Dee tends to get clingy if it's been a while since the two of you saw each other (outside of school). He'll hold you from behind and hide his face in your neck to whine quietly. But if you're at his house/he's at your house he'll be little spoon or be cuddled up to your chest

If the two of you can't be alone while he's being clingy, he'll be irritable and hold onto you tightly

I can see him having BPD or Bi-Polar Disorder, he NEEDS to see/talk to you at least once a day so he doesn't start overthinking that you don't love him or you're leaving him

Has Anxiety and OCD

He loves to kiss you randomly, he revels in the sight of you blushing and hiding your face from him

Craves Skin-to-Skin contact. Hates the feeling of clothes against his hands/skin when he's trying to be affectionate

Can/Will/Has beat the crap out of someone for making you uncomorrtable when you had dressed up for a date. His mom helped while his dad and Heavy distracted you.

Before he was actually dating you everyone already thought you were. E.g.: #1 - "Love?" "Yes Dee?" "Did I leave my sweater at your house?" "The black and blue one?" "Yes, that one." "Yeah, I washed it" "..." ":)" "..." "?" "So it smells like you?" "Mhm!" "Good." #2 - "Dee?" "Yes Darling?" "Can I come over tonight?" "Of course, is everything okay?" "My parents-" "Enough said, Just wear my clothes" "Okay!" #3 - "Angel?" "Yes Dee?" "I love you Sweetheart." "I love you too Darling." #4 - "Sweet baby?" "Yes Batty?" "Can you check over my work please?" #5 - "Are you taking a shower?" "Mhm" "Okay." *Ten minutes later* "STOP GIVING ME YOUR CLOTHES!" "No, like how ou look in them." "..." "*smug ass grin* "... Would you like to cuddle?" "... Yes... Please..." "Come here sweet baby"

Dee REALLY likes Calypso Lemonade

He does listen to Pop, but its sparingly

Loves to play with your hair, he usually does your hair and make-up

He gets jealous easily, and it shows

Calls you; "Love", "Darling", "Angel", "Sweetbaby"

You're one of the few people he lets play with his hair

He goes to pop concerts with you. He says it's just to make you happy, but he enjoys the music

He wears whatever you get him, no matter how silly or stupid it seems

He loves watching you do mindless things. Like draw or bite your like or start blankly into space, he usually gives you his notes from the class when that happens

Doesn't deal with yelling well, it's an over stimulation thing

He has TikTok so you can tag him in the vidoes you make with him

The next few could be seen as NSFW so here's the line to stop-

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He kisses your neck when you're sad to make you feel better

"God damn... You look so perfect like this...

Never hesitates to praise you; EX: - "This is perfect, you did so well" - "You're doing great baby, I'm so proud" - "You're handling this stress so well, good job" - "Good God... Look at you, doing such a good job..." - "Such a pretty baby." - "Did you do your makeup? You look great Love"

"Fuck... You're so pretty when you blush like that..."

[jjungkooksthighs]

“Your pretty face paint is going to get ruined if you do not stop those tears from falling down those beautiful cheeks of yours, sweetheart,” Jungkook teases, his tongue quick to lap up the stray tears that escape from the corners of her black-rimmed eyes.  Each pass of his tongue brings with it devastating thrusts of his fingers into her sex, her walls so tight, so fucking wet, that he hardens impossibly more in his trousers, the prominent bulge now too large to ignore as he groans while she cravenly ruts her hips into his.  She tastes of strawberries and sugar, yet smells of lilies, rosemary and lavender. With all the oils and spritzes that her handmaidens must have used on her after painting her face, it’s as if her usual scent has been accentuated. Bolstered. Strengthened.  It is a leash that keeps him unable to leave her side. But more than that, it is his fatal weakness. Every time he tastes her, every time he smells her, every time he touches her, he’s hopelessly fettered to her, unable to stop the pull to her even if he wanted to.  She smelled almost like…like she did when she was in heat.  And gods be damned, he could not resist her on a normal day. How was he to go through the entire Rite without bending her over?  The female propped up by his knee whines quietly into her hand, her brows knitted as she cries for more, his digits working her faster the more he laves at her salty tears.  “Use your words, my love,” he drapes his tongue against her chin where another tear had descended, lifting up until it a trail of his spit streaks the middle of her cheek. “You know what will happen to you if you don’t, don’t you?”  He nudges the memory of her naked body on all fours, her head pushed into the soft cushion beneath her while he’d rammed his cock into her sex a brutal, hard pace. She’d been drooling, her head turned to the side so that he could watch the way her tongue lolled out of her mouth, so he could observe with fascination how her entire form lurched to and fro in the strength of the powerful thrusts he’d penetrated her silken walls with. The moonlight had spilled decadently over her form, washing her in the soft color that made her features out to be more delicate.  It does the same now from where it overflows from the glass windows that span from the ceiling to the floor. The curtains had long since been tied away from them, for his lover had a penchant for watching the stars and sky when the sun had slept for the day.  His beloved breathes out his name in a slur of syllables, her eyes glazing over in wantonness whilst he moves his fingers with inhuman speed in and out of her, back and forth, over and over again. “Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and give me your answer. Do that, and I’ll let you cum while your friends are waiting for you in our parlor.” So practiced from all their previous sessions, he rams them into her now, striking the spongy part nestled deep inside her that makes her mind refuse to work past basic functions like breathing. “Don’t, and I shall leave you with your slick coating your thighs and cunt crying for me until I take you before our entire fucking pack.” 

That her friends are out there, probably well aware of what was happening behind those closed doors doesn't bother her now. No. It's the farthest thing from what's on her mind when he leaves no room for any other silly thought in her head. He likes it when he's the only thing she can think of. It's not at all difficult to make it so either. Just one look into her eyes, one little kiss, or one little whisper into her ear and she's a whimpering mess for him, absolutely adorable with the red that tints her face up to the tip of her ears, warm and utterly besotted with him. He knows. Even with how she refuses to look into his eyes at times, far too shy to hold his gaze, even with how she refuses to answer at times, her voice so far away from her that she can manage only a call of his name, he still knows that she thinks of him as her world. Hell! The first time they'd met, in that little clearing in the forest, she couldn't manage to speak a word, so utterly charmed by him that he had to remind her to breathe. And once she did, her legs couldn't support her anymore, as if they knew he wouldn't hesitate to carry her back home the way that he did. She doesn't need anyone but him. She's made that evident to him countless times. She loves no one else but him. The look in his eyes is heavenly. He looks so.. utterly in love and in awe of her. It sparks a heat in her chest. The urge to please him takes over her all of a sudden, and one more thrust of his fingers into her is all it takes for the words to come spilling out of her, submissive and shy, yet, far too bold and daring for her standards. "I like the thought of that, alpha." she whispers, her hand moving away from her lips. The smirk that pulls up on his face is a smug one, the glint in his eyes accompanied by a twitch of his eyebrows. Heat pools in her loins at the pictures that he thrusts toward her, promises of the most sinful, hot and steamy actions ringing loud and clear in every one of them. He makes her weak in the most delicious of ways, and she's far too addicted to her alpha to refuse when he promises her such pleasure. It doesn't change the fact that she's still overcome by her usual shyness, the feeling creeping up on her far too strongly when the words she'd just uttered to him ring loud and clear in her head.

Oh- She can't help but avert her gaze now, whimpering when he grinds his thigh into her teasingly, the oh so familiar red painting her face and neck again, her appearance flushed like a fresh strawberry. Fucking tease.

The sight before him simply makes her alpha chuckle, the sound low and fucking hot as it reverberates off the tall ceiling, making her mewl and squirm under his gaze, her eyes searching for anything, literally anything else to focus on. He's about to speak, but before he can, she covers his mouth with the palm of her hand, pursing her lips as if to tell him she wouldn't budge, for she knows that whatever he says next will only make it harder for her to speak or even function. How could she ever survive the night if this is how he makes her feel with a simple fucking smirk-?!

Something warm and wet glides along the inside of her palm where she holds it over his mouth, and the sensation of that, when paired with how he pushes his knee into her lower abdomen while he pumps his fingers in and out of her silken walls, is fucking bliss. 

Her toes curl behind his back, and though he doesn’t see it, he feels it. 

She knows as much from the rumbling that stirs deep in his chest. 

Clearly, he liked her answer. 

He licks at her, his golden orbs setting into hers like the dusk whilst her insides turn warm.  In the midst of the passes of his tongue along her skin that have tingles blooming beneath them, he utters, “That’s a good girl. I knew you could do it. I knew you could use that pretty mouth of yours for me.” He hastens the inhuman speed of his fingers that he works her with, each time going impossibly deeper and hitting the spot of nerves nestled within her walls. “I shall reward you, then. I had planned to do this on the way, but you just couldn’t wait, could you, my love?”

The coil that he’s wound inside her grows tauter and tauter, and she knows it’s going to snap any second now, but the warning that hovers like dark clouds in the corner of his eyes is clear. 

When she comes, it will be with his permission. 

She pulls her lip between her teeth, whispering, “No, alpha,”  as she wriggles her hips. She needs that delicious friction that comes with grinding herself down on him, her end on the horizon and so close she can almost reach it. 

 The sight has her alpha groaning, his other hand rising to paw at her breast through her gown. The moment those fingers lay themselves along her areola, she moans, his mouth there to swallow it in his possessiveness to capture even that for himself. His fingers suddenly spreading and curling devastatingly inside her. 

Come for me, my love. Cream all over my fingers so I have a nice little meal to taste and think about all night. 

The words have her world going white, and then the coil finally snaps. 

When she comes, he devours those whimpers and whines, too, her juices coating the whole of his hand as a slew of it slicks him in her essence while he fucks her through it. 

Fuck, you’re so beautiful, my love. Keep going. Keep fucking coming for me. Give me more of you. 

The words find her even as he bites lightly into her lower lip, her pleasure one of his greatest treasures as she spasms and contracts around his digits.

In the other room, the stench of what they've done thickens the air and instantly, and the conversation that had been happening is dispelled.

There's a loud, obnoxious sound of distaste, and then-

"Jeon Jungkook, you had one gods forsaken task!" Seokjin gags, "You were supposed to help her finish dressing, not ruin it!"

The omega's mate laughs.

Her alpha lifts his mouth from hers, leaving them both panting as he answers, "I will apologize for nothing. It's your fault for making her so irresistible. I just couldn't help myself."

[squishmallow36]

It's all I wish to hear tonight, and you're all I wish to be, and this is how we all fall - Chapter Two

Summary: the garvar fic has turned garvarioli! We've done a bit of a time skip because I didn't want to write the dating and the blushing and the getting to know each other blah blah blah. So now they're just in a relationship and the fact I didn't feel the need to slowburn it is astonishing to me. Anyway Garwin's gonna be joining the Neverseen officially. Yeah that's pretty much the whole plot.

Word count: 3011

TW: drug mention, murder mention, implied sex, swearing. This is the farthest into pg-13 territory I've gone but these idiots demand it.

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @faggot-friday @kamikothe1and0lny @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously @poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @remember-me-in-another-time @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes @callum-hunt-is-bisexual @xanadaus @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @arson-anarchy-death @dizzeners @thefoxysnake

The people who aren't on my taglist and I'm sorry for bothering you but you lost your minds on the last chapter so uh you did this to yourself (?): @camelspit @tw-5

On Ao3 (users only because, you know, AI) or below the cut

Previous chapter in case you missed it, but you don't really need it to read this :)

    “You know, if you ignore all the work camps, Sadlitzagvadtka is a lovely place,” Alvar remarks. 

    Ruy’s laugh drags Garwin’s attention from the bubbling Eventide River, bright green as it crashes against the rocks. 

    “I mean, you could say the same thing about the USSR,” Garwin muses. 

    “Yes, but we ignore those parallels, love. I don’t want to have to send you to the gulag.” Alvar replies, crossing one leg over the other as he takes a sip of his choyi. 

    Much like most of the foods of the non-Forbidden Cities, choyi looks nothing like how it tastes. The sludgy green slime is in a direct contrast to its strawberry lemonade milkshake flavor. Although how it doesn’t curdle is apparently “beyond human comprehension.”

    That’s just code for “we don’t know and we don’t want to admit it.” It was annoying at first, but it’s kind of become a running joke. 

    What the rest of the Neverseen doesn’t seem to grasp is that he does the same thing to them whenever he doesn’t feel like telling them about some cursed human shit. 

    They absolutely lost their shit when he told them about Twinkies. If they can’t handle apocalypse-proof snack cakes, there’s a hundred other food crimes several points higher on a logarithmic scale they won’t be able to conceptualize without their pathetic little elvin brains shattering. 

     Like pineapple on pizza. 

    Garwin can’t physically have less of an opinion, but the idea of having to explain the concept to elves makes him want to jump off a cliff. And not in the Sophie-teleportation way. 

    Hey--don’t think about that bitch. First she’s accepted into Yale with a full scholarship and now she has four abilities. Apparently she’s some sort of science experiment. I hope they transposed a decimal place. 

    “What am I in for tomorrow?” Garwin asks after a moment of silence. 

    Alvar opens his mouth, but Ruy interrupts him before he gets the chance. “Cállate, mi vida. Sharing any details would be a violation of the Neverseen code article seven, section three, ‘the council is always watching so don’t discuss confidential shit in public.’”

    “I call bullshit. You people are nowhere near organized enough to have an official code.”

    “Well, yes,” Alvar concedes. “But it’s more fun if you don’t know what’s going to happen. Besides, I’m sure Fintan has cooked up some interesting changes from when we swore fealty, so anything we tell you could be completely wrong by now.”

    “Yes, but I’m sure at least one of you have been involved in the planning,” Garwin argues. 

    “We can neither confirm nor deny that,” Ruy says, admitting his guilt. 

    Garwin rolls his eyes. I picked these dumbasses over going to a nice, normal, human, non-ivy league school ? I mean--at least there’s no finals. I guess. 

    He takes a sip of his choyi.

    “I promise it won’t be that painful,” Alvar says in an effort to remedy the situation, earning himself a glare from Ruy. 

    Garwin leans forward, head resting in his cupped hands. “And when did you become such a goody little two shoes rule follower, Exilium boy?”

    Ruy rolls his eyes behind his addler, because of course he has it on. We’re in public--well, sort of, as there literally aren’t any ogres in a hundred foot radius--and that means we’ve gotta wear the addler. 

    It’s like how Garwin also conditioned himself to wear the same sweatshirt almost every single day one school year like it’s his own personal security blanket but we don’t talk about that. 

    But now the elves have stupid capes, so that solves that problem. Even if he doesn’t have an officially licensed Neverseen cape until probably tomorrow. Unless there’s some elaborate scheme being planned. Which of course there will be. This is what happens when you take three or more gay idiots and tell them to plan something. 

    If it ain’t absolute batshit, what’s the fucking point? 

    Alvar’s smile falls as he pulls out his Imparter. He must be getting harassed once again. This is why Garwin doesn’t have one. Well, that, and the fact that he’s not a legal resident of the Lost Cities. Same thing. 

    “Y’all can see that I’m busy right now so I can’t answer a hail, right?” he says tiredly. 

    “Yes, indeed.” Garwin throws back the last of his choyi, smiling. 

    “The Fork Man wants me for some shit and I’m having a good day, so he will be getting ignored for a while. Are we really sure I can’t come out to the Bullshit?” 

    “Bullshit” is Garwin’s nickname for the Black Swan because it both represents their ideology and, at least in English, they can be abbreviated the same way. At least his pathetic short human life will be worth something, even if it is just an inside joke that’s more explanation than it’s worth. 

    “You know what Fintan’s orders are, and if you don’t wanna get burnt to a crisp, I’d recommend following them. Now, that doesn’t mean he knows what he’s doing. It’s just a matter of self preservation. I don’t make the rules around here. If I did, we’d have to replace more Councillors than just the one.”

    Alvar rolls his eyes at his Imparter. “The Fork Man is being very insistent. I have a feeling I’m gonna have to drop you two off at home and talk to him. Be prepared for some shit to be going down soon, regardless of whether or not I have a chance to share details.” He turns to his imparter, inventing new swear words just to curse at the Fork. 

    Like he said, Alvar drops Ruy and Garwin off at “home”--their assigned room at a Neverseen facility Garwin’s not allowed to know any details about--to much argument. He shan’t be allowed to have all the fun without them but alas, ‘tis the way the world works sometimes. 

    The next morning, Garwin sleepily blinks himself back to the land of the living, snuggled into the crook of Ruy’s neck, but there’s no Alvar to be found. 

    He better fucking be okay. 

    Ruy’s hand absently twirls Garwin’s hair, and when he notices that Garwin is slightly less dead to the world than usual, he smiles. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

    “It’s still morning? Damn. Guess I gotta go back to sleep. Need my beauty rest.”

    “Bitch, no amount of sleep is gonna help.”

    Garwin huffs, turning away from Ruy. “Fuck you.”

    “So soon after last night, mi amor?”

    Garwin leans back to look at him. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”     

    “Yeah.” Ruy presses a soft kiss to his lips. God damn. If you weren’t so fucking hot, J wouldn’t put up with you. Love you, Rue. 

    Garwin kisses him again, pulling him close. 

    Ruy gently pushes him back. “Finny’s gonna be pissed if we miss the prescheduled time.”

    “Fuck Finny.”

    “Look, I get that you’re polyam. I know, no shit, Sherlock. But there is no way I’m going anywhere near him or near you again if you do. Man’s got his own harem.”

    “Ooh, please do elaborate.” 

    “Let’s see…I’ve heard rumors that he and Bronte are or were a thing. Not sure if they’re still a thing though, considering the war crimes, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were. And then have you ever wondered about the alliance with the Ogres? Dimitar. Fintan. Yeah. Then there’s Fallon, one of the original three Councillors. And I’m not completely sure on this one but there’s a prisoner in Lumenaria and I’ve got mixed evidence but I don’t doubt it. Uh, then there’s J.R.R. Tolkien. You might’ve heard of him because he’s a human. And how could we forget Shakespeare. He’s…also a human. If I remember correctly. I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing because I have actively tried to ignore everything, but yeah.”

    With each name, Garwin regrets his life choices more and more. And more. “What the fuck do you mean Shakespeare? Like, the one of the William variety? The playwright?” 

    “Yeah. Sometimes Finny drops into iambic pentameter just to make us suffer. Are you really sure you want to be exposed to all of the Neverseen drama?”

    “Might gouge my eyes out but, eh, whatever. Sounds fun. If Yale doesn’t want me I guess I’ll have to cause large amounts of havoc instead.”

    Ruy smiles. “I’m going to go foraging for some semblance of a breakfast that doesn’t taste like dogshit. Don’t cause too much havoc while I’m gone.”

    “No promises.”

    Ruy shakes his head as he gets up, joints singing the song of his people--the Rice Crispy elves. 

    Garwin throws on some clothes and inhales breakfast before he’s led to a hideout he’s never seen before. 

    This one is really fucking bleak and really fucking disappointing. There’s probably tetanus on every surface of the grimy, ragged brick walls. It’s the exact kind of place where you should expect to have your body never found, but honestly if they’ve waited this long to kill him, that’s kind of their own poor planning. 

    A set of stairs leads into the even more murder-y looking abyss below. 

    Having no better options, Garwin slowly begins to make his way down without slipping on the mossy, uneven stairs and falling and bonking his head and dying. 

    At the bottom, he finds a room, larger than it seems like it should be, lit entirely by flickering, yellow candlelight. It catches on bottles of what appears to be wine set into racks every few feet or so. 

    He will never admit that this reminds him of a short story he was forced to read--and perhaps even enjoyed reading--in ninth grade English. 

    As Garwin steps closer to the middle of the room where a space has haphazardly cleared, he notices the first of many cloaked figures, white eyed lapels glowing in the dim light.

    In total, around a dozen figures surround him, and he searches for Ruy in the crowd. Well, it’s not exactly a crowd, per se, but it feels like one in the cramped space. 

    It doesn’t take much effort to find him, with his long, dark hair curling out and escaping the hood. 

    That being said, Garwin can tell who most of the figures are without trying. From Umber’s absolutely sunny disposition to Fintan’s concave ass, it’s not exactly difficult. It’s just a little dissatisfying that Alvar isn’t there.

    Fintan lowers his hood like it’s some huge reveal, whispering ominously, “Garwin Chang. You wish to join our order?”

    Garwin nods. “That’s…kind of why I’m down here. Although these wine bottles do look like they could be some fun.”

    A low, overprotective growl echoes behind him as his fingers trace the label written in fancy Trollish. One of the many, many languages not on Duolingo that no one bothered to teach him how to read. Hell, most of the time he can barely read English but that’s an issue for a different day. 

    “I trust you know you’re the first non-member of an intelligent species to join our ranks in a long while,” Fintan says. Garwin’s hand falls to his side. 

    “I wouldn’t exactly call Ruy intelligent, but okay.”

    That got a couple of snickers out of the crowd and a death glare from Ruy despite most of his face being cast in shadow. 

    “Well, you got me there. I was prepared to make a convoluted line of reasoning like I’m hopped up on a cola before all of those pesky safety regulations were introduced, but you made it for me instead.”

    Wait, is he an old man bitching about New Coke or is referring to when the recipe had cocaine? Or just…caffeine? And sugar? Any of the above interpretations are fucking hilarious, so it doesn’t matter which is true. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t an objectively best answer. 

    “The rest of the requirements are simple: do you promise to do everything in your power to help our world?”

    “Yeah, sure. Why not?” Garwin shrugs, smirking. 

    “Convince me.” Fintan’s icy gaze stares into Garwin’s soul. A threat behind his words.

    “I’ve been seeing Alvar and Ruy for months on end now. Do you really think I would go through all of that if I wasn’t committed? I could’ve blackmailed my way into a Yale scholarship long ago, but I’ve stayed. And for what? Because I almost care about this place not being a shithole. Also because there aren’t any taxes but we don’t need to mention that.”

    “Yeah, the cost of living is real fucking low when you’re mooching off of Alvar,” Ruy mutters. 

    Cállate. 

    …Holy fuck, Ruy has infected my brain. I don’t like this. How dare he keep sprinkling Spanish into everyday conversation? It’s like he wants to prove that he’s not an idiot to this human idiot because he knows, like, four words in a human language.     

    In reality, it’s because he lived in an undisclosed Spanish-speaking country during his time at Exilium and hasn’t broken the habit. But why be reasonable when you can be petty and bitter because he knows more Spanish than you do even after taking it for three years? 

    To be completely fair, he didn’t pay attention and convinced a kid to send him pictures of the homework and cheated on the tests, but in his defense, he didn’t realize he’d need it later in life. At least Google Translate exists all of its glorious inaccuracy. 

    “I bestow upon thee thou official codename: Elay.” Fintan says, bowing his head. “Alvar came up with it so don’t ask me what it means. Normally each person gets to pick out their own, but he was insistent and it’s not important enough to me to argue with him.”

    Yeah, that sounds about right. Gonna have to ask Alvar about it later. Maybe he’s avoiding me because he doesn’t want a full interrogation in the middle of this murder chamber. Yeah--let’s go with that. It’s better than imagining him in a Black Swan murder chamber. 

    Fintan takes a metal rod and heats it until it glows a faint red, bright in the dim light, knighting Garwin. And thankfully not sizzling his ears off in the process. 

    Fintan nods at a hooded figure Garwin only knows by his codename and that he’s a guster. “Trix, if you please?”

    Trix hands Garwin a bundle of dark fabric, emblazoned with a bright white eye. 

    It unfolds like the little bitch folded things always are, causing unattached pieces of concerningly neon fabric to fall to the ground. 

    As Garwin reaches to pick them up, it becomes all too clear that they’re not only bright pink and orange but also a very, very 80s leotard and legwarmers.

    What the actual everliving fuck?

    …and also maybe Fintan did mean New Coke. 

    It’s up to the stars above to decide which is a worse revelation. 

    “You know, Ruy, if you wanted me to wear this, you could’ve just asked. No need for all of this.”

    Ruy flips him off. He’s probably glare-smiling behind the hood though. 

    Garwin drapes the cloak part of the Neverseen uniform around his shoulders. It’s wonderfully heavy, like a weighted blanket, but surprisingly breathable. It’s probably made from a gnomish fabric which is weird because the gnomes hate their guts as much as plants are capable of hate. 

    And now I’ll finally be allowed to know why that is.

     The crowd begins shifting around him, escaping slowly up the narrow steps and light leaping away to god knows where, and soon only Ruy and Garwin are left. 

    “I got an update from Alvar,” Ruy smiles mischievously. “This should be a fun first assignment for you.”

     No fewer than three light leaps later, Garwin is in the Lodestar system, standing in front of a blonde boy with ice blue eyes. He’s immediately recognizable from Alvar’s stash of pictures he keeps to pretend like he’s still connected to his family. 

    He also knows Sophie, a regrettable decision. 

    “Meet our new son: Keefe,” Alvar says, mussing his hair. 

    Keefe flinches away. “Bitch, I’m literally only, like, six years younger than you,” he complains. “Also hasn’t my dad fucked your dad?” He puts air quotes around both uses of “Dad.” Fun family dynamic and it hasn’t even been five minutes yet. 

    “I do believe I was the one who told you about that.” Alvar turns to Ruy and Garwin. “I’ll take first shift babysitting.”

    “Nonsense. I don’t trust Garwin nearly enough to be by himself and you’ve been up all night causing problems and destroying half of Ravagog--”

    “--which is a perfectly normal way to spend an evening, thank you very much.”

    “--so you will be going home and you will take a nap. I’ll make sure Blondie here doesn’t have any tricks up his sleeve.”

    There’s a glint on Alvar’s eye that looks like he wants to argue, but a yawn cuts him off before he gets the chance. 

    Garwin almost has to physically drag him back home, partially from him being tired and partially from him not wanting to go to bed because some days he acts like a toddler. 

    “Sorry I couldn’t be at your coronation today.”

    Garwin kisses his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure sooner or later, Ruy’s gonna end up doing a whole reenactment except I actually get walled into the wine cellar this time.”

    Alvar laughs halfheartedly. 

    “And, besides. It’s not like it’s gonna change much. Do I still hate the elvin government? Yes. Is the Bullshit still a bunch of useless dumbasses? Yes. Are you still going to tell me shit that’s way above my pay grade? Abso-fucking-lutely. It’s just now I don’t have to steal your cape when it’s cold out. But I will anyway for old times’ sake.” 

    “Unmapped stars, you’re such a little shit.”

    Well, if you can’t make your boyfriend regret being with you, what’s the fucking point? 

  “And yet you’ve repeatedly chosen to not leave me to die in the middle of the neutral territories. So who’s the real winner here?”

    Alvar sighs, shaking his head. 

    God damn, he’s cute when he’s annoyed. 

[eugiesblog]

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1. A Beautiful Crescent Moon

When: after sunset on Friday, June 7, through Monday, June 10

Where: above the western-southwestern horizon

There are four nights each month when a gorgeous crescent moon appears at dusk in the western sky, but most of us miss it. We don't know if it's there and/or if it's cloudy. So here's a forewarning that a crescent moon will shine close to the stars of Gemini, then Leo, across one long weekend in June. Just look west—and if you have binoculars, use them. You will see not only the spectacular crescent but also "Earthshine" subtly lighting up the "dark side" of the moon.

2. A Big Star And A Big Moon

When: after dark on Wednesday, June 19

Where: east-southeast

Antares, the brightest star in the constellation of Scorpius, is an anchor star of summer skies. A red supergiant star 12 times the sun's mass, it's one of the biggest stars in the night sky. You can see it in the east tonight after dark, close to a big, bright, waxing gibbous moon.

Where: east-southeast

Antares, the brightest star in the constellation of Scorpius, is an anchor star of summer skies. A red supergiant star 12 times the sun's mass, it's one of the biggest stars in the night sky. You can see it in the east tonight after dark, close to a big, bright, waxing gibbous moon.

A noctilucent clouds display of June 20, 2021.

3. Noctilucent Clouds

Where: northeastern night sky

When: evening twilight

Stargazers at latitudes between 50 and 70 degrees north of the equator may be able to observe noctilucent clouds this month. These “night shining” clouds or “space clouds” comprise icy dust and form about 50 miles up. They form mostly during June and July because the sun never sets far below the horizon. They're best viewed with the naked eye or binoculars during twilight.

People gather for sunrise at Stonehenge, on June

4. Midsummer Night’s Eve

When: Thursday, June 20

Where: sunrise and sunset

The solstice marks the start of summer in the northern hemisphere and winter in the southern hemisphere. It's when the planet's north axis is at its maximum tilt towards the sun. The moment of the solstice is at 15:51 EDT, but to witness it, you should try to watch the sun rising (at its farthest northeast of the year) and/or setting (at its farthest northwest). Solstice comes from the Latin words sol and sisto, meaning sun and stop, as the sunrise and sunset points remain the same for a few days.

5. The First Full Moon Of Summer

When: moonrise where you are on Friday, June 21

Where: east

Tonight's the night to see June's full “Strawberry Moon” rising in the east during dusk. Since the sun is at its highest in June in the northern hemisphere, the moon is at its lowest, with the “Strawberry Moon” the lowest-hanging and latest rising full moon of the year. Much like the sun in December. Occurring just a day after the solstice, the first of summer in the northern hemisphere is also called the “Hot Moon” and the “Planting Moon.”

The SpaceX Falcon Heavy rocket lifts off from

6. A Big Rocket Launch

When: 5:16 p.m. EDT on Tuesday, June 25

Where: Kennedy Space Center, Florida (SpaceX YouTube channel)

If the schedule sticks, today will see a SpaceX Falcon Heavy rocket—on only its tenth outing—launch the NASA/NOAA GOES-U satellite into a geostationary orbit. It will launch from Kennedy Space Center, Florida, with the launch window opening at 5:16 p.m. EDT.

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

The Heat of the Concert!

Opening

RM Cookie: Look at all these Cookies! Jin Cookie: It’s a miracle to have met you! Jimin Cookie: I’ve missed you! SUGA Cookie: Make some noise! j-hope Cookie: You couldn’t wish for a better venue! Jung Kook Cookie: I’ll sing my heart out! V Cookie: Shall we? All Members: See ya in Cookie Run: Kingdom!

GingerBrave: Whoah! Have you heard?! The BTS Cookies are gonna play a show right here, in the Cookie Kingdom! GingerBrave: They are so popular these days! I bet it’s gonna be a fantastic show! I’ll go for sure! Wizard Cookie: GingerBrave! Ticket booking is about to start! Are you ready? There’re so many fans they will get sold out in a moment! GingerBrave: Of course, of course! The sales will open soon, at midnight! GingerBrave: Oooh, I’m so excited! Hope I’ll be able to get nice seats!

GingerBrave: IT’S TIME! My very own ticket to the BTS Cookies’ concert, I’m coming! GingerBrave: Almost there! The page has loaded, I see the promo images! GingerBrave: The “TICKETS OPEN” button will appear any second now! GingerBrave: Oooh, the BTS Cookies are extremely popular! The fans are gonna grab the good seats… GingerBrave: Five seconds left…! I must be brave! GingerBrave: 4, 3, 2, 1…!

GingerBrave: Alright, we’re in! Now let’s pick the seats!

GingerBrave: Oh no! Already taken! GingerBrave: There’re not too many seats left! Phew! Relax! You can do it! GingerBrave: CRUMBS! NO!

GingerBrave: Okay, there’s one! GingerBrave: What?! There’re almost no seats left! GingerBrave: ONLY ONE SEAT LEFT! GingerBrave: QUICK, CLICK!

GingerBrave: PHEW…! I-I did it! THAT WAS ROUGH! GingerBrave: But… It’s the farthest seat ever! Wizard Cookie: I also booked myself a ticket! Wizard Cookie: I must admit, it wasn’t easy at all! Enough to call it a real war! Wizard Cookie: Anyway, GingerBrave! Now we can go to the concert together! Isn’t it cool?! GingerBrave: That’s awesome! But are we the only Cookies who will go? Strawberry Cookie: I… I also managed to get a ticket! GingerBrave: Whoah, Strawberry Cookie! I didn’t know you liked the BTS Cookies too! Strawberry Cookie: Yeah… I actually bought all the albums… And more… Strawberry Cookie: Photo cards… Toys… Tees… Bags… You name it! Wizard Cookie: …No kidding! GingerBrave: So, the three of us can go together now! Maybe we’ll even meet other Cookies at the stadium! GingerBrave: Ooooh, I can’t wait! Tell me, how much time is left till the concert?!

Wizard Cookie: How curious! This Purple Whale Trailer wasn’t here before. Before we got the tickets! GingerBrave: You’re right! What is it? Strawberry Cookie: No way… Are the BTS Cookies already here…?! GingerBrave: Let’s go find out!

Wizard Cookie: I never though* I’d see the Purple Whale Trailer in our kingdom! Now it really feels like the concert is just around the corner!

*actual text

GingerBrave: It’s gonna be the best concert ever, I’m sure! After all, it’s their first concert in these lands…! GingerBrave: OOOH! I got an idea! Maybe we could do something to make it the most unforgettable concert ever! Wizard Cookie: Hmm… Well, we could clean up and plant some flowers around? GingerBrave: That’s a decent idea!

GingerBrave: Whoah! With all these flowers, the kingdom looks so pretty! Wizard Cookie: And it also smells nice! Strawberry Cookie: I’m sure the BTS Cookies will enjoy the sight of blooming flowers… Strawberry Cookie: But… maybe we could add some more decorations…? GingerBrave: That’s perfect! Then why don’t we…

GingerBrave: …Place more streetlights to illuminate the town! Strawberry Cookie: Our kingdom is so pretty…! GingerBrave: It was beautiful before but now it’s… SUPER BEAUTIFUL! Wizard Cookie: The concert stage will fit right into this scenery! Oh, I can’t wait…! Strawberry Cookie: What else can we do…?

Tea Knight Cookie: What’s going on? GingerBrave: Tea Knight Cookie! Did you hear?! The BTS Cookies are gonna be performing in the Cookie Kingdom! Tea Knight Cookie: BTS? Bullet… Time… Speed…? I’m not sure if I’m familiar with that concept… GingerBrave: Ha ha, we’re having a concert! A bunch of Cookies will be visiting the concert. We’re wondering what we can do to help out! Tea Knight Cookie: Hmm. You could always expand the territory. Surely all those Cookies could benefit from more space. GingerBrave: That’s a great idea! If we have more space, everyone will have more room to themselves! GingerBrave: Let’s start expanding!

Wizard Cookie: Wow, look at all this space! Strawberry Cookie: I think we’re all prepared to greet all these crowds of fan Cookies!

Avocado Cookie: Looks like everyone’s busy! Whatcha doin’? GingerBrave: Avocado Cookie! We’re getting ready for the BTS Cookie Concert! GingerBrave: Are you coming as well? Avocado Cookie: If I could-vocado, I would-vocado! But someone has to stay and protect the Smithy! Avocado Cookie: But hey… Do you kids have what it takes to enjoy the concert? HUH?! Avocado Cookie: You need muscles! LIKE MINE! Don’t you think? Wizard Cookie: Err… I don’t think that’s… a plausible goal… Avocado Cookie: Ha ha! You could still use some buffin-up! Why don’t you help out the Smithy? You know, for training? Avocado Cookie: If you keep hammering, you’re bound to get stronger! Wa ha ha!

Wizard Cookie: Wow. My arms…! I feel like my dough has actually grown… tougher. Strawberry Cookie: Muscles…? Already…? GingerBrave: Working at the Smithy was totally worth it! GingerBrave: I’m so ready to have fun at the concert!

Custard Cookie III: Ughhhhh! Does a king EVER get to REST!? GingerBrave: What’s going on? Custard Cookie III: Cake Monsters! They’re popping up everywhere these days! Custard Cookie III: And as king, it is my royal duty to protect my subjects! Wizard Cookie: That’s right… Cake Monsters have been sighted snooping around the kingdom… Wizard Cookie: Wait, what if they attack the kingdom during the concert?! We can’t let that happen! Strawberry Cookie: We can’t have that kind of danger lurking around the BTS Cookies…! GingerBrave: Then let’s survey the nearby woods and make sure they stay away!

GingerBrave: That should teach them a lesson! GingerBrave: We’re all set to enjoy the concert now! GingerBrave: I can’t wait! Wizard Cookie: GingerBrave… Just what do you think a concert is? Wizard Cookie: You have to stand in line in a giant concert hall, just to get in. Wizard Cookie: Meaning, you need snacks! Specifically, sweets! Wizard Cookie: We should bring some Jellies GingerBrave: Great idea! Let’s go make some Jellybeans!

GingerBrave: We’ve trained our dough AND secured the land! NOW we’re ready! Wizard Cookie: You sound like a gym Cookie, but yes, you are right. Strawberry Cookie: Don’t be too sure… Strawberry Cookie: It looks like there are more Cake Monsters appearing… GingerBrave: Where did they come from?! I’ll take care of them! GingerBrave: We might need to travel a bit though!

GingerBrave: Huff… huff… That should do it! Strawberry Cookie: There’s more Cake Monsters over there… Wizard Cookie: Hmm. But defeating that bunch should be more than enough. GingerBrave: Alright! Keep up the good work, everyone!

Strawberry Cookie: We’re all set now…! Wizard Cookie: Wow, and the BTS Cookie concert is right ahead too! We were so busy preparing for the concert, we didn’t even keep track of time… GingerBrave: All we have left to do is enjoy the concert! GingerBrave: Let’s go!

GingerBrave: Wow, so this is the Cookie Bowl Stadium…! It’s HUGE! GingerBrave: You can see the whole audience from here! Look at all these Cookies… Every seat is filled! Wizard Cookie: Of course! The BTS Cookies are super popular! Wizard Cookie: You’ve heard about the Cookie Pop Chart, right? It’s the industry standard ranking for all recorded music in the Cookie kingdom! Strawberry Cookie: Err… Yeah! I’ve heard of that! Parfait Cookie’s new single is among the top hits…! Wizard Cookie: Yes, that’s the one! CAKE POPs and Shining Glitter Cookie are also mentioned quite often! Wizard Cookie: The BTS Cookies have been ranking No.1 for weeks now! GingerBrave: Wow, they’re really amazing, aren’t they…! I mean, I knew they were amazing, but not this amazing! GingerBrave: I really can’t wait to see them! Strawberry Cookie: I feel like I’m gonna burst with joy…! To think that I’d be seeing the BTS Cookies in the Cookie Kingdom…!

GingerBrave: Oh!!! The show is about to begin! The lights turned off…!

All Members: Two, three! All Members: Hello, we are the BTS Cookies! SUGA Cookie: Hello, hello! Thank you for welcoming us! Being here is like a dream come true! Jimin Cookie: It’s our first concert in the Cookie Kingdom! j-hope Cookie: What do you think, Jung Kook Cookie? Jung Kook Cookie: I feel GREAT! V Cookie: I was so excited I couldn’t sleep! Jin Cookie: Are you all ready to cheer us?! Ha ha! We’ll do our very best! RM Cookie: It doesn’t matter whether you’re sweet or spicy! Let’s have some fun!

Jin Cookie: This is our first concert in the Cookie Kingdom! What song should we start with? Jimin Cookie: Naturally… it should be THAT song! SUGA Cookie: Do you mean that one really explosive song that a lot of Cookies really liked? j-hope Cookie: Ooh, sounds like everyone wants to hear that song! RM Cookie: Then let’s get started! V Cookie: We’re gonna light up the stage with… Jung Kook Cookie: DYNAMITE!

RM Cookie: Wow, that was so much fun! V Cookie: I think that’s the biggest cheer we’ve heard performing Dynamite. Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go light up the stage again!

Wizard Cookie: Huh? What’s happening? GingerBrave: I can’t see a thing! Strawberry Cookie: Maybe it’s some kind of technical trouble?

???: HA HA HA HA!!! Thank you for coming tonight! ???: We’ll be taking over from now on! MAKE SOME NOISE Y’ALL! GingerBrave: What? What’s going on?

T.N.T: HA HA HA! Scared? If not… YOU BETTER BE! GingerBrave: What? Where are the BTS Cookies?! T.N.T: The stage is ours now! FEEL THE CRIMSON WRATH AND BURNING SPIRIT OF US FOUR! T.N.T: Let me introduce ourselves! T.N.T: We’re the four baddies rising up from the flames! Bad and Dark! B.A.D 4!

T.N.T: The name’s T.N.T! You’re looking at B.A.D 4’S main vocalist and explosive leader!

HellHound: Call me HellHound, for I am the gatekeeper to HELL! I’m in charge of B.A.D 4’s choreography… that will change you FOREVER!

ZZ Skull: My name is… ZZ Skull: (Do I have to do the whole introduction thing? I don’t even like this name!) T.N.T: (Just do it! The Producer picked that name for you!) ZZ Skull: Tsk! M-my name is ZZ Skull…! Make sure you pronounce the Z! ZZ Skull: I am the lead vocalist who fills the songs of B.A.D 4 with power!

MUSHY P.: Yaaay! Nice to meet you all! MUSHY P.: My name is MUSHY P.! My specialty is super fast rap! MUSHY P.: Hope you like our performance! GingerBrave: This isn’t your stage! Where are the BTS Cookies?! T.N.T: Ha ha ha! Like I said… this stage is ours now! T.N.T: We’ve been trying to take over Earthbread by force… But there’s no style in that! T.N.T: Music is the universal language here! T.N.T: We’re gonna take over the BTS Cookies’ stage and THEN! Take over the world! Strawberry Cookie: Oh no…! Wizard Cookie: We can’t let them ruin the BTS Cookies’ first concert in our kingdom! GingerBrave: We need to help the BTS Cookies come back! GingerBrave: We need to help them!

Light up your Army Bomb to make a way for the BTS Cookies to come back on stage!

RM Cookie: Phew! We’re finally back! j-hope Cookie: Wow, the darkness was kinda scary. Jimin Cookie: But there was a light guiding our path! And here we are! Jung Kook Cookie: It’s all thanks to the ARMYs who showed us the way! V Cookie: Thank you, ARMY! Strawberry Cookie: V Cookie just waved at me! Wizard Cookie: No, he waved at me! Jin Cookie: Is B.A.D 4 gonna keep interrupting our concert? Is that like… okay? SUGA Cookie: Nope, pretty sure that’s illegal. SUGA Cookie: They could get arrested or fined for that. Obstruction of business… or something like that. ZZ Skull: Tsk! The BTS Cookies came back way too soon! RM Cookie: There are Cookies that didn’t it* make it back yet!

*actual text

RM Cookie: We need to help them come back! T.N.T: WA HA HA! Did you think we would let you take back the stage from us so easily? T.N.T: This… calls for one thing! T.N.T: BTS COOKIES! We challenge you to a duel… on stage! T.N.T: Whoever takes over this giant stage wins! HellHound: That’s fair. Only those who are worthy will be allowed to perform. Jung Kook Cookie: We’re not losing, that’s for sure. RM Cookie: Give it all you got!

ZZ Skull: Pshh, there’s no way we lose! ZZ Skull: T.N.T!!! You were foolish enough to sprain your hand, huh? HUH? T.N.T: I… I did sprain my hand! A little! We… we’ll show ‘em the true power of B.A.D 4 next time! T.N.T: We didn’t lose just yet! Let’s show ‘em all what we’ve got! Those BTS Cookies…!

Snow Sugar Cookie: It’s so dark all of sudden… Snow Sugar Cookie: I’m scared…! Where are my friends? Cherry Cookie: Don’t worry about it! Are you scared of the dark? Lemme light it up a bit, he he! Cherry Cookie: Nothing a cherry bomb can’t do! HA HA HA! Snow Sugar Cookie: Cherry Cookie! You can’t just set off bombs here…! j-hope Cookie: Everyone, over here! I see Cookies! Snow Sugar Cookie: Oh! It’s the BTS Cookies! I’m Snow Sugar Cookie. Cherry Cookie is here with me as well! Jimin Cookie: Let’s get you back to your seats! Jimin Cookie: We’ll show you the way! Jin Cookie: See those bright lights leading up the stage? Jin Cookie: Just follow the lights by ARMY! j-hope Cookie: Watch your step! Snow Sugar Cookie: I’m getting the warm fuzzies…! Snow Sugar Cookie: Thanks, everyone! RM Cookie: Let’s look for more missing Cookies! SUGA Cookie: You guys look that way. We’ll search this way. Jin Cookie: Wait, I think I see someone- er… some Cookie over there! Jung Kook Cookie: They look round… Jimin Cookie: And crunchy. GingerBrave: Hiya! I’m GingerBrave! V Cookie: GingerBrave? Like gingerbread? Wizard Cookie: Er, you see… He’s really brave. Wizard Cookie: In fact, that’s why he’s here looking for the missing Cookies from the audience and you, the BTS Cookies! GingerBrave: Yeah! I can’t let those baddies ruin your concert! We wanna help! j-hope Cookie: Wow, you really are brave! Appreciate the help! Jimin Cookie: Wait, there’s another Cookie here! Sorry, I couldn’t see you there in the red light… Are you okay there? You’re turning… red! Strawberry Cookie: I… I… I’m a huge fan of BTS Cookies…! Strawberry Cookie: It’s… It’s like a dream come true see* you Cookies up close! Sorry, I must be blushing like strawberries!

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Jin Cookie: Ha ha, nice to meet you, Strawberry Cookie! Let’s look for the missing Cookies together! Jung Kook Cookie: Thanks for your help! We’ll do our best to complete the stage! GingerBrave: Alright! Let’s do this!

T.N.T: The first is… a RAP BATTLE! T.N.T: Rap is more than just rhymes. You need a killer beat and know how to command rhythm! A true rapper can give a song just the edge it needs! ZZ Skull: Get ready to witness our radical rapper’s skills! ZZ Skull: Go, MUSHY P.! MUSHY P.: Wooow, it’s so nice to meet you all! T.N.T: Now! Which one of you boys will face us!? V Cookie: Rap? I got this! Jimin Cookie: V Cookie is ready to go! V Cookie: …Hmm. Nevermind. Since it is a competition, I think the rappers should take this one. Jung Kook Cookie: How about RM Cookie? SUGA Cookie: Ooh, this is gonna be interesting. j-hope Cookie: Whoever wins is the best rapping Cookie! Jin Cookie: Go RM Cookie! You can do it! RM Cookie: Huh? Me? RM Cookie: This is… unexpected. But sure, I’ll take you on!

MUSHY P.: Wah… My mouth hurts from all that rapping… MUSHY P.: These Cookies… They’re too good!

Manager Scarlet: Tsk tsk tsk… Did you not train for this? ZZ Skull: Gasp…! She’s here…! T.N.T: That’s… Pomegranate Cookie, the ice-cold manager, colder than a frozen batch of dough! Manager Scarlet: Did you not say that you would take over the world by stealing the BTS Cookies’ stage with your performance? Manager Scarlet: To lose the very first competition… tsk. How disappointing. Not a promising start, to be frank. Manager Scarlet: I shall let this one pass… But I won't accept failure the next round. GingerBrave: A walk in the park for the BTS Cookies! Strawberry Cookie: It was a perfect rap in every way…!

Jung Kook Cookie: This is new! I’m sweating… powder? SUGA Cookie: The sweet and delicious kind, right? Jin Cookie: Is it because we’ve become Cookies?! RM Cookie: You’re right! This is flour and sugar powder! Makes sense, since we’re… Cookies! RM Cookie: Wait a minute, Cookies… Cookies! Do you know what goes well with Cookies? Jimin Cookie: Oh! That thing j-jope Cookie ate at the end of the music video? j-hope Cookie: Yes! That thing that’s yellow and smooth! V Cookie: The next song is: BUTTER! RM Cookie: Everyone! Follow the beat and go with the flow!

SUGA Cookie: That was so fun! j-hope Cookie: Thanks for all the cheering!

ZZ Skull: Argh, we were so close! ZZ Skull: No matter, because our vocalists will crumble you! Our wicked harmonizing will put you down on your kneess! Jin Cookie: Jung Kook Cookie! It’s your turn! Our golden maknae! Jung Kook Cookie: Wait, just me?! Jung Kook Cookie: We have four vocalists! Jimin Cookie: Then we should all go. We’re a team! We’re all in this together! V Cookie: B.A.D 4… Are you… nervous? T.N.T: W-what?! Nervous? US?! PFFFT!! Let’s see if you can take this, BTS Cookies! T.N.T: Hear our fiery, flaming sound from the depths of hell!

T.N.T: HIGHER! Show them what you got, ZZ Skull! ZZ Skull: I’ll show you!!! YeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE…!!! *cough* GingerBrave: Ugh, my ears hurt! Strawberry Cookie: I didn’t know sound could be so destructive… Wizard Cookie: WHAT? I CAN���T HEAR ANYTHING!! ZZ Skull: Ugh, I think I almost pulled a muscle there. HellHound: It seems ZZ Skull isn’t in his best condition. MUSHY P.: You’re right! He can usually go much higher. ZZ Skull: That’s because of our crazy schedule! I didn’t have time to rest my throat! Manager Scarlet: Didn’t I tell you that taking care of yourselves is also part of being a pro? Manager Scarlet: I expected better from you, T.N.T. I’ve told you numerous times that it is your duty as leader to make sure all the members are in perfect condition. What a disappointment. T.N.T: I-it’s just that… We all got nervous and didn’t get enough sleep! That’s all! Manager Scarlet: Don’t make me repeat myself. Every celebrity knows how to take care of themselves. That’s basic knowledge. Manager Scarlet: How can you take over the world when you’re this careless?! T.N.T: Argh…! She has a point! HellHound: It’s no wonder why Manager Scarlet is our office’s best road manager. She can even make the wild T.N.T quiet. MUSHY P.: Our manager is so cool!

Almond Cookie: Hmm… How suspicious. Lights don’t just turn off by themselves… I suspect there’s someone… or something behind this. Latte Cookie: Cream Puff Cookie! Are you alright? Cream Puff Cookie: Yes, I’m fine! I… am a bit surprised, though. Cream Puff Cookie: Oh, I’m so sorry you two got involved in this mess! It’s all because of me… Latte Cookie: No worries! I wanted to watch the concert as well! And Almond Cookie is here because it MIGHT be dangerous… Almond Cookie: And I was right. I knew something was gonna happen… Almond Cookie: We can’t stay here. It’s impossible to see anything. Follow me.

GingerBrave: I think there are Cookies over there! V Cookie: You’re right! I see Cookies over there. Cream Puff Cookie: Are you all trapped here as well? V Cookie: No, we’re here to save you all. Cream Puff Cookie: The BTS Cookies! And GingerBrave! What are you all doing here? V Cookie: GingerBrave is helping us find the missing guests. He really is one brave Cookie! SUGA Cookie: Do you know where your seats are? Check your tickets. Let’s get going, then. SUGA Cookie: Just follow the lights created by ARMY. Not too hard, right? Latte Cookie: How kind! Now, shall we all get going? Almond Cookie: Looks like this case has solved itself! Cream Puff Cookie: Thank you, everyone!

ZZ Skull: Don’t you think it’s time to see who’s the most handsome? ZZ Skull: Ahem! You’re looking at Earthbread’s second most handsome! Let’s see who’s the best looking! T.N.T: Hold on there! I’M the best looking of this team! T.N.T: Don’t you know they call me the dangerously* delicious cake of them all?!

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Strawberry Cookie: NO!!! GingerBrave: BOO! You’re no match to the BTS Cookies! ZZ Skull: HA HA! Like I said! My turn! Wizard Cookie: Not a chance! ZZ Skull: W-wait, why is everyone booing?! ZZ Skull: What, are you all scared you’re gonna lose?! Hey… wait a second… HEY!!!

HellHound: Looks like T.N.T and ZZ Skull can’t compete this round. HellHound: I will take it from here. MUSHY P.: Oooh!!! It’s HellHound, the unstoppable dancer! His performances leave everyone speechless! RM Cookie: Wait, so you have only one dancer? Because, you know… we have three. HellHound: Hmph. you clearly do not realize the extent of my potential. HellHound: HellHound is the gatekeeper of hell. He always has his faithful Cakeberus with him. And Cakeberus… has three heads. Jin Cookie: What? Cakeberus? HellHound: It means that there are three Cake Hounds dancing with me. Cake Hound 1: Arf! (Leave it to me!) Cake Hound 2: Woof! (I’ll show you the best teamwork!) Cake Hound 3: Woof woof! (We practiced hard for this!) j-hope Cookie: Oh? When it comes to practice, we’ve done quite a lot as well! j-hope Cookie: Alright, let’s dance it out! MUSHY P.: I’ll cheer you with my shroomie dance!

HellHound: I have no regrets… HellHound: My Cake Hounds and I did our best… ZZ Skull: T.N.T! This is all your fault! You should’ve trained us harder! T.N.T: Don’t blame me for something HellHound failed to do! ZZ Skull: You’re the leader! It’s YOUR job to lead the team! T.N.T: Grr… NO! This is all HellHound’s fault! HellHound: Do you have any idea how hard the Cake Hounds practiced? They were sweating buckets of whipped cream every night. T.N.T: (This won’t do…!! I need to come up with SOMETHING! I’M the leader!!) T.N.T: GRRR! BTS COOKIES! I challenge you to a unit duel! T.N.T: Let’s see how strong you are in smaller groups! T.N.T: If you’re all so GREAT, face us on the stage! j-hope Cookie: Hmmm? Units? This should be interesting. Jung Kook Cookie: Bring it on!

V Cookie: And the next song is…! …What’s the next song? Jin Cookie: I bet ARMY will really like this one! RM Cookie: You know, when it’s obvious that you’ve made your point clear. What do you do? j-hope Cookie: MIC DROP!!! Jimin Cookie: Let’s give it our best! Jung Kook Cookie: I’m ready! SUGA Cookie: Let’s go!

RM Cookie: Wow, we definitely showed them everything we got! Jimin Cookie: Is everyone having fun?! Jin Cookie: We still have a lot of songs left! I hope you all enjoy!

T.N.T: Presenting B.A.D 4’s most ambitious unit…! T.N.T: ZZ Skull and HellHound! We have the vocals AND the moves! ZZ Skull: He he he… Just the two of us means more screen time for me! I’ll show those BTS Cookies what I’m made of! HellHound: And I have just the perfect dance song… HellHound: Our performance is like no other…! The rhythm, the passion in every move and beat! Prepare to be overwhelmed by our greatness! Cake Hound 1: Woof! (Go team!) Cake Hound 2: Woof woof (Go B.A.D 4!!!) GingerBrave: Like the BTS Cookies would lose to them! C’mon everyone! Wizard Cookie: GO BTS COOKIES! Strawberry Cookie: WE ONLY NEED THE BTS COOKIES!!! BTS COOKIES FOREVER!!! ZZ Skull: Let’s start, HellHound! HellHound: I’m ready. RM Cookie: Is everyone good to go? Dance or singing, we’re all set! Jin Cookie: Of course! Just think of all those hours we practiced! SUGA Cookie: There were days I thought our choreography was just too much some times… Jung Kook Cookie: C’mon, let’s go! This looks fun!

ZZ Skull: Tsk… We lost again?! Then… ZZ Skull: Get out of my way! I’M gonna have the final shot! The spotlight belongs to ME! HellHound: I will not accept this. I’ve studied various poses for this! HellHound: And I promised the Cake Hounds they’ll be in it too. MUSHY P.: I wanna be the ending fairy! Happy… mushroom dance! La-la-la! j-hope Cookie: You should all be proud of yourselves! That was a pretty great performance! j-hope Cookie: Especially HellHound’s moves… that groove! It was as if he embodied the movement of flames themselves! Jimin Cookie: That’s right! I liked your dance moves! Super quick yet stylish. HellHound: I was inspired by the flames of the Oven. HellHound: The BTS Cookies recognized my performance… I will take that. I am satisfied. Wizard Cookie: Do we even need to see the results for this one? The BTS Cookies obviously won. Strawberry Cookie: Yes…! The BTS Cookies are the best…! Absolute best…! T.N.T: GAH! It’s not over yet!! T.N.T: Because you haven’t seen anything like us before! MUSHY P.! Get ready! It’s our turn!

Onion Cookie: It’s… dark! I-I’m scared…! WAH! Herb Cookie: Where did all the other Cookies go? Herb Cookie: I only see the Cake Monsters… Onion Cookie: *sniffle* A g-ghost might appear! *sniffle* Onion Cookie: Let us out of here…! Pancake Cookie: Hmm… What should we do?! Pancake Cookie: Oh! I know! I can fly! Like this! Woosh! Pancake Cookie: I can fly while holding on you* guys! Hang tight!

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Pancake Cookie: One, two, OOF!! Pancake Cookie: …Let’s try that one more time! OOOOF! Pancake Cookie: Guh… I can’t fly… Herb Cookie: I’m afraid carrying the both of us is too much, Pancake Cookie. Onion Cookie: WAH! I want to get out of here!!

GingerBrave: I see Cookies over there! Jung Kook Cookie: GingerBrave, you’re amazing! Jung Kook Cookie: You don’t care whether it’s dangerous or not- you just go and save those Cookies no matter what! GingerBrave: Oh no! It looks like the Cookies are all scattered in the dark…! GingerBrave: But I want all of us to be there and enjoy your concert! Together! RM Cookie: That’s right, GingerBrave! RM Cookie: Each of us is brave and special, but we’re stronger together! Pancake Cookie: Wow, are those the BTS Cookies? Are they here to save us?! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s get out of here! Pancake Cookie: But I couldn’t move everyone… How are we going to escape? RM Cookie: Don’t worry about it! RM Cookie: We’re pretty strong! RM Cookie: We can carry you Cookies in one arm! Jung Kook Cookie: Just follow the ARMYs’ lights, and you’ll be fine! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go!

T.N.T: The song MUSHY P. and I will be performing is… MUSHY P.: What could it be! What could it be? T.N.T: MY song! I wrote it myself! T.N.T: The anguish and conflict within…! Who am I? What AM I?! T.N.T: What must I become? What is worth… doing? T.N.T: What… is my name? SUGA Cookie: Did they already start? T.N.T: No! NO NO! I was explaining the backstory of the song! V Cookie: You know, we’ve had the whole identity crisis thing too. Jin Cookie: That’s right. You’d be surprised! T.N.T: Hmph! We’ll see about that! T.N.T: MUSHY P.! Are you ready to rap it out? MUSHY P.: Gimme a sec! I need some waterrr… MUSHY P.: *Gulp*... *glug glug glug…* MUSHY P.: Yee haw. MUSHY P.: I’m ready! MUSHY P.: By the way… promise me you’ll eat my mushrooms if we win! Jin Cookie: What should we do if we win? Jung Kook Cookie: Skip dance practice? j-hope Cookie: Hey, come on! No! Jimin Cookie: Let’s get started, shall we?

T.N.T: *Sniffle…* I… I may have gotten too invested in the song. T.N.T: I can’t… help… tears…! T.N.T: Didn’t MUSHY P. miss his cue? Like more than once? MUSHY P.: Um… T.N.T? MUSHY P.: You kinda made it hard for me to follow… You were too into the song… and didn’t really listen to me…! T.N.T: But these lyrics are a piece of art! How can one stop themselves from getting emotionally invested?! T.N.T: It’s about a brute with a majestic mane, struggling between good and bad, searching for his true name…! HellHound: But you went ahead and didn’t consider MUSHY P. at all. You are a team. You need to work together. That was unprofessional. HellHound: Perhaps we should accept that we have lost… T.N.T: NO! Do you not see how amazing this song is?! Manager Scarlet: Defeated in every round? This cannot be. Manager Scarlet: I… The Producer will know about this absolute disgrace. T.N.T: What? You wouldn’t…!!! Manager Scarlet: I will. A report on everything… directly to “her.” T.N.T: NOOOO!!!

RM Cookie: The next song we’ve prepared is… Jimin Cookie: Ooh, this song wants to make you dance! V Cookie: And you don’t need anything to dance. RM Cookie: That’s right. You don’t need any permission or anything to worry about. Jin Cookie: Let’s have fun because nothing can stop us! SUGA Cookie: Because when we fall, we know how to land! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go! PERMISSION TO DANCE!

Jin Cookie: Thanks everyone! V Cookie: You really are the best fans ever! Earthbread’s sweetest! SUGA Cookie: I think I’ll always treasure tonight’s performance, here at the Cookie Bowl Stadium.

GingerBrave: It looks like a lot of the audience were able to find their way back! GingerBrave: Let’s go help the other Cookies who haven’t come back yet! Wizard Cookie: Yes, for the perfect finale to an even more perfect concert! Strawberry Cookie: Let’s all do it together…!

Jin Cookie: What do you think? Our concert is going pretty well, huh? Jimin Cookie: Definitely one of the most exciting concerts we’ve had! V Cookie: It was all thanks to ARMY and the other Cookies. j-hope Cookie: Let’s keep this up! Jin Cookie: Now, RM Cookie, any words of encouragement? RM Cookie: Right. Everyone! RM Cookie: Let’s keep it sweet until the end! RM Cookie: …Something like that? SUGA Cookie: Yeah, sound about right. RM Cookie: Alright! Let’s do our best and make this our finest performance! Manager Scarlet: Ah, I’ve finally reached the Producer. Manager Scarlet: I’ll connect to the stadium’s screen. T.N.T: Wait, what?! Are you serious?!

Producer D.K.E.C: Thank you, Manager Scarlet. I have been watching this pathetic show all along. B.A.D 4: P-Producer! V Cookie: Who are you? Producer D.K.E.C: I am D.K.E.C. I am the president of Darkness Entertainment. Producer D.K.E.C: We haven’t been around for too long, but our special charm and skills have attracted many fans across the globe. Producer D.K.E.C: My plan was to create a group as good as the BTS Cookies and take over the world with music loved by everyone regardless of language or ingredients… Producer D.K.E.C: But it seems that these… fools require more training. Producer D.K.E.C: Manager Scarlet. Change of plans. Return to the headquaters* with B.A.D 4 immediately.

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Manager Scarlet: As you decree. MUSHY P.: Noooooo… I like the stage! HellHound: I quit. I strongly disagree with how they’re treating the Cakes. ZZ Skull: Me too! I’m gonna find a new label. One that’ll treat me better, recognize the star I am! T.N.T: E-everyone! D-don’t go! T.N.T: We’re still competing against the BTS Cookies! What happened to becoming the best group and conquering the world?! ZZ Skull: Hmph! I don’t care anymore! I care about ME! I wanna be famous and popular! ME! HellHound: I do not approve of this rigorous routine for my Cake Hounds. HellHound: Cake Hounds should be treasured! Cherished with absolute adoration! T.N.T: Guh… But…! T.N.T: But all that practice…! All those hours I’ve spent, dancing and singing! For what?! All to end like this? j-hope Cookie: Hey, hey, give yourself some credit there! j-hope Cookie: You did lose to us, but you’re all amazing performers! Jin Cookie: Yeah! See, every morning I’ll look at myself in the mirror and marvel how handsome I am. Jin Cookie: You need this kind of confidence if you want to control the stage! T.N.T: But we lost! And kept on losing! How can I stay confident in this situation?! Jung Kook Cookie: You gotta believe in yourself and sing from the bottom of your heart. Jung Kook Cookie: Because if you put your heart into it, the fans will listen. They always do! SUGA Cookie: You can’t inspire someone if you don’t mean it. T.N.T: Sing… from the bottom of my heart? RM Cookie: Why don’t you try performing as a group this time? RM Cookie: Forget about the Producer or your manager! Forget about world domination and all that fancy stuff! RM Cookie: Sing what you want to say!

ZZ Skull: Gettin’ this power wasn’t a breeze… Wrote a diary with my own tears… Misery and DISGRACE! HellHound: Ya ain’t never seen a Cookie like me! Am I Cake Monster or Cookie! Naw! MUSHY P.: Have some shroomies, have some shroomies! Why won’t y’all try some shroomies… T.N.T: Stop pointin’ your fingers and dumpin’ the hate… I’m bad to the core, evil’s my fate! T.N.T: I’m BORN TO BE BAD, VILLAIN 4 LIFE!

Wizard Cookie: … Wizard Cookie: That’s actually pretty good. Strawberry Cookie: Yeah… I felt like they really meant everything. GingerBrave: I wonder what the BTS Cookies think of it? j-hope Cookie: Wow… WOW! That was pretty great! Jin Cookie: Yeah! It was powerful yet fun! Jung Kook Cookie: See? You’re all great! Jimin Cookie: I think I may have gotten a bit TOO into it… V Cookie: I like it. I wanna listen to it on repeat. T.N.T: H-huh?! Why are you all cheering?! SUGA Cookie: It was an excellent song. RM Cookie: And you’re a great team, too! T.N.T: Y-you… think so? To be honest, we’ve worked together, but never really were in sync. ZZ Skull: It felt like we were singing TOGETHER! ZZ Skull: BTS Cookies! Do you always sing together like this?! Jin Cookie: Ha ha, you know, us seven are pretty drastically different, too. Jimin Cookie: We obviously look different. Jung Kook Cookie: And taste different. V Cookie: We also have different interests. SUGA Cookie: But we all have the same goal. SUGA Cookie: We want our voices to reach more fans all over the world.

RM Cookie: Sometimes, things can feel overwhelming. And you might even forget who you are along the way. RM Cookie: But thanks to everyone here… We can always find our way back. RM Cookie: Thanks to you, I am RM Cookie! Thanks to you, we are the BTS Cookies! RM Cookie: It’s all thanks to you, ARMYs. You’re the reason why we’re here, and the reason we’ve come so far. RM Cookie: Love yourselves just as you are! And if our words and music can help, that’s even better! RM Cookie: I hope that you’ll always remember this night and be together, just like you are today! ZZ Skull: I see…! T.N.T: So you need to love yourself… to really mean what you sing…!

SUGA Cookie: It’s already the last song of the concert! Jimin Cookie: I can’t believe we’re on our last song… V Cookie: Everyone, look around! V Cookie: The stadium is filled with purple lights! j-hope Cookie: ARMY? ARMY Cookies…? All these lights… are here for us…! Jung Kook Cookie: They look like starlight shining brightly! Jin Cookie: As if… the stadium is a little universe! RM Cookie: We are all here, with our dreams and Star Jellies! Together, performing as one! RM Cookie: It was truly the crunchiest and sweetest concert we’ve ever had. RM Cookie: Let us light up the world today and treasure this light forever! Jin Cookie: Are you ready to hear our last song? Jin Cookie: It’s… MIKROKOSMOS!

Jimin Cookie: Look at all the Army Bombs! They’re like a wave of glittering lights. Jung Kook Cookie: It’s just all so touching…! But I’m not gonna cry. Nope! j-hope Cookie: Thank you everyone! I’ll never forget this moment!

j-hope Cookie: And with that, we’re done with our concert in the Cookie Kingdom! Jimin Cookie: B.A.D 4’s appearance was… unexpected, but I feel like we’ve become good pals. Jung Kook Cookie: It was all very exciting and fun! Jin Cookie: I kinda want to go back and perform in the Cookie Bowl Stadium again.

SUGA Cookie: Wait a minute! There are other Cookies who deserve a round of applause as well. RM Cookie: Yeah! GingerBrave! V Cookie: And Wizard Cookie and Strawberry Cookie too. RM Cookie: Thanks to you, this whole experience was a blast. And thanks for reminding us what being brave truly is! RM Cookie: It was inspiring to see you all running together to help others enjoy the show! RM Cookie: Dear GingerBrave, Wizard Cookie, Strawberry Cookie, and all other awesome Cookies out there! RM Cookie: Never stop running! RM Cookie: Because we’re not gonna stop either. We BTS Cookies will keep running as well! RM Cookie: I’m afraid it’s time for farewells and goodbyes! Jin Cookie: I’m never gonna forget this! Ever! j-hope Cookie: We’ll always keep trying, striving to get better! V Cookie: I can’t wait to see you all in your kingdoms! Jimin Cookie: See you then! Promise! Jung Kook Cookie: Because as long as you’re there, we’ll always be singing! SUGA Cookie: We’ll be back as stronger, brighter BTS Cookies! RM Cookie: Stay safe until then! Promise!

Strawberry Cookie: The concert is really over now, isn’t it… Wizard Cookie: That was… amazing. GingerBrave: Wait, Wizard Cookie, why are you hiding your face in your hat? GingerBrave: Are you… crying?! Wizard Cookie: N-no!! I just got emotional! That’s all! ZZ Skull: What’s wrong with crying?! If you want to cry, cry! The BTS Cookies told you to be true to yourself! T.N.T: From now on… B.A.D 4 are officially fans of the BTS Cookies! Don’t get surprised when you see us waving our Army Bombs! GingerBrave: This was my first time experiencing a concert like this, but WOW! That was so cool! The songs were great and the dance moves were so cool! GingerBrave: And I was really moved by their words too…! GingerBrave: Thank you so much for such a wonderful time, BTS Cookies! I hope to see you on the stage again! GingerBrave: Until then, I’ll never stop running!

RM Cookie: …It really is over. RM Cookie: We didn’t make any mistakes today, did we? Everyone in the audience looked happy. V Cookie: Yes, they were all smiling. They looked happy. Jung Kook Cookie: That was so much fun! I really enjoyed singing and dancing in front of the Cookies! Jin Cookie: I feel like I can still hear the applause! SUGA Cookie: I know the hall is empty now… But I want to sing one more song for the Cookies. j-hope Cookie: Because our performance isn’t over, and the time of our lives has yet to come. C’mon, let’s sing our song! Jimin Cookie: Right, the Cookie Kingdom concert may be over, but all endings are simply new beginnings! RM Cookie: Then let’s sing our true final song! Jung Kook Cookie: I hope everyone stays happy until we meet again!

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A Court of Readers and Dreamers

Chapter 12: House Call

The next morning had all of us groaning when we finally gathered together in the dinning room for a late brunch. We all crowded at one end of the table, well it was really only me who had changed position as I had moved the farthest away from the doors as I could. Lucien was massaging his temples as I rested my forehead against the cold wood, it appeared that both of us were hung over as Tamlin sat straight in his chair. He was drinking water for once, evidence of his own hangover despite his denial when I had commented on it when I first dragged myself in.

I looked up at Lucien across from me as I pinched my brows together, “And where did Mr.’save my human hide’ go last night?” I purposely pumped the over exaggerated accusation into my words as I lifted my heavy head from the table.

“On patrol, unlike some people who like frolicing with the moon spirits.” I sent a pointed stare at Lucien at the same time Tam did, “With a little bit of company.” He was too snobby about it for my liking as I leaned back in the chair.

“Cauldron spare any poor female who has to share a night with you.” I groaned at him as I nibbled at a slice of coffee cake and sipped at some sweet tea that had found its way to me. He gave me an offended gasp with a hand drawn to his chest before he fell into a twisted grin.

“Rumor says Tam had to carry in a poor female mortal last night.” His eyebrow curled insufferably and I flicked a piece of hardened sugar at him, his hand swatting the air to deflect it.

“You try being a mortal drunk on two cups of solstice wine, though if you don’t enjoy the feeling of your skull being an anvil I wouldn’t suggest it.” He huffed at me as a slice of strawberry landed on my forehead. I peeled it away and glared at him, prepared to throw it back at him.

“Children, children, please not another food fight.” Tamlin interjected and I looked at him. He had been following my movements all morning as me and Lucien bickered at each other.

Lucien cleared his throat before straightening up, intent on saying something serious. “My contact in Winter Court sent me a letter this morning, Tamlin,” A damper on the energy as Lucien's face drew tight and his face lost the laughing warmth, “The blight took 2 dozen of their younglings, gone.” The cake in my mouth became ashen and where it sat in my stomach became rancid as my stomach roiled. “Burned through their magic, then broke apart their minds. No one in the Winter Court could do anything—no one could stop it once it turned its attention toward them. Their grief is … unfathomable. My contact says other courts are being hit hard—though the Night Court, of course, manages to remain unscathed. But the blight seems to be sending its wickedness this way—farther south with every attack.”

We sat in heavy silence, none of us reaching for food or drink as we reckoned with the devastation. It was obvious Rhysand was tied to the slaughter, or at least knew of it. My hand was shaky as I reached toward Tamlin’s hand, the fingernails elongated and sharpened into claws where the tips just barely dug into the polished wood. I was just barely soothing the back of his hand before the claws tightened, digging into the wood and Tamlin was growling as his head bobbed higher, detecting something.

Silence echoed through the manor, unnatural as I had become used to the soft bustling of servants and birds that hung around the balconies. It was wrong as Lucien drew a short sword he must have taken with him on patrol as Tamlin’s canines were elongeated a gleaming with saliva.

“Get Feyre to the window -- by the curtains.” The command was stone as Lucien and I both rose from the table quickly, him pushing me against the wall, pinning me in the drapery as he leaned back into me as though willing me to flatten into paper and melt into the wall. The smallest twinge of smoking cedar pushed with him and I knew I was glammored from view. Tamlin stared at the open doors as Lucien's hand tightened on the hilt, knuckles going white as I wiggled against his back. Tam still sat in his chair, slouching to appear casual for just a moment before casual clicks of hard soled shoes echoed from down the call.

Rhysand appeared at the doors and I stopped wiggling as I stared at him. It wasn’t the same as Calanmai, now he held a mask as he strode into the room as though it was his own home. He stopped a few yards from Tamlin, feline and self assured as he surveyed the room, where Lucien was pretending to gaze out the window.

“High Lord,”he crooned, inclining his head slightly. Not a bow, never a bow. Tamlin stayed in his seat as he looked up at Rhysand, pretending the presence wasn’t causing those claws to remain razor sharp as he cleaned them with a paring knife.

“What do you want, Rhysand?” Tamlin was short in his words, seething it like a viper

Rhysand smiled and I knew he was the real snake, a constrictor already wrapped around its prey as put a hand on his chest. “Rhysand? Come now, Tamlin. I don’t see you for forty-nine years, and you start calling me Rhysand? Only my prisoners and my enemies call me that.” His grin widened as he finished, and something I felt the tension squeeze. Lucien pressed me harder that would surely bruise my ribs against the stone of the wall as Rhysand turned, evaluating Lucien as prey.

“A fox mask. Appropriate for you, Lucien.”

“Go to Hell, Rhys,” Lucien snapped.

“Always a pleasure dealing with the rabble,” Rhysand said, and faced Tamlin again. I struggled to breath against the wall but just barely kept from wheezing out each breath.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting.”

“We were in the middle of lunch,” Tamlin said—his voice void of the warmth to which I’d become accustomed. The voice of the High Lord, but it was weaker than the other High Lord in the room.

“Stimulating,” Rhysand purred.

“What are you doing here, Rhys?” Tamlin demanded, still in his seat.

“I wanted to check up on you. I wanted to see how you were faring. If you got my little present.”

“Your present was unnecessary.”

“But a nice reminder of the fun days, wasn’t it?” Rhysand clicked his tongue and surveyed the room. “Almost half a century holed up in a country estate. I don’t know how you managed it. But,” he said, facing Tamlin again, “you’re such a stubborn bastard that this must have seemed like a paradise compared to Under the Mountain. I suppose it is. I’m surprised, though: forty-nine years, and no attempts to save yourself or your lands. Even now that things are getting interesting again.”

“There’s nothing to be done,” conceded Tamlin, his voice low. Rhysand approached Tamlin, and each twitch of muscle that guided him was measured. His voice dropped into a whisper, the same whisper of silk sheets dragging against each other.

“What a pity that you must endure the brunt of it, Tamlin—and an even greater pity that you’re so resigned to your fate. You might be stubborn, but this is pathetic. How different the High Lord is from the brutal war-band leader of centuries ago.”

Lucien interrupted, “What do you know about anything? You’re just Amarantha’s whore.”

“Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons.” Aching pain tightened my chest further as I resisted the urge to separate from Lucien and soothe the cutting edge of those words.

“At least I haven’t bided my time among the hedges and flowers while the world has gone to Hell.”

Lucien’s sword rose slightly and I pressed a hand against his back, he gained enough sense to lower the tip of the blade to rest against the floor again, “If you think that’s all I’ve been doing, you’ll soon learn otherwise.”

“Little Lucien. You certainly gave them something to talk about when you switched to Spring. Such a sad thing, to see your lovely mother in perpetual mourning over losing you.”

I dug a sharp nail into Lucien as he growled and the blade twisted, screeching against the marble floors it scratched. It kept that blade down and I was thankful.

A small sighing laugh as Rhysand shook his head slightly, looking towards Tamlin, “Shouldn’t you correct this behavior, its unbecoming of a High Lords Emissary to be so hostile to another court’s High Lord, don’t you agree?” Darkness rippled from him like the invert of heat waves and my eyes became entranced by the fluttering aura around him.

“I don’t enforce rank in my court,” Tamlin said.

“Still?” Rhysand crossed his arms. “But it’s so entertaining when they grovel. I suppose your father never bothered to show you.”

“This isn’t the Night Court,” Lucien hissed. “And you have no power here—so clear out. Amarantha’s bed is growing cold.” If my finger dug back into Lucien’s back he did not react. Anger boiled in me but I tried my best to sooth it as I finished the last touches on my mental shield, fashioned specifically for this meeting.

“I was slaughtering on the battlefield before you were even born,” Rhysand snarled, and he was drawing back as though he had just come to talk about the wonderful weather. “Besides,” his hands slid into the pockets of his pants, “who do you think taught your beloved Tamlin the finer aspects of swords and females? You can’t truly believe he learned everything in his father’s little war-camps.” I scrunch my nose, not quite pleased to hear about gore and sex as a small sweat was breaking at my hairline.

Tamlin rubbed his temples. “Save it for another time, Rhys. You’ll see me soon enough.”

Rhysand meandered toward the door, a neighbor dismissing themselves. “She’s already preparing for you. Given your current state, I think I can safely report that you’ve already been broken and will reconsider her offer.”

Lucien’s breath hitched as Rhysand passed the table. The High Lord of the Night Court ran a finger along the back of my chair. “I’m looking forward to seeing your face when you—” Rhysand’s eyebrows pinched just slightly as he studied the table, the extra plate with half-eaten cake on it. Lucien went stick-straight, pressing me harder against the wall.

“Where’s your guest?” Rhysand asked, lifting my goblet and sniffing it before setting it down again, the twinge of disgust on his face informed he did not find the sweet tea as appealing as I did.

“I sent them off when I sensed your arrival,” Tamlin lied coolly.

I felt the excitement at the same time I watched the movement of those shadows pick up. He sniffed the air as he turned and his eyes locked on Lucien, and it was excitement and small disbelief making his eyes glow.

“You dare glamor me?” he growled, his violet eyes burning as they bore into me and I knew he could see me now as Lucien just pressed me harder into the wall. Tamlin’s chair scratched the floor as it was shoved back. He rose, claws at the ready, deadlier than any of the knives strapped to him.

“I remember you,” he purred. I stepped out from behind Lucien even as his had gripped my arm and pulled me back towards him.

He turned to Tamlin. “Who, pray tell, is your guest?”

“My betrothed,” Lucien answered.

“Oh? Here I was, thinking you still mourned your commoner lover after all these centuries,” Rhysand said, stalking toward me. He was handsome even in his fury as I locked my eyes to his, keeping his gaze as he drew nearer. Dark pulsed from him and I clenched my hands to keep from reaching out to the sentient shadows.

Lucien spat at Rhysand’s feet and shoved his sword between us. Rhysand’s venom-coated smile grew. “You draw blood from me, Lucien, and you’ll learn how quickly Amarantha’s whore can make the entire Autumn Court bleed. Especially its darling Lady.”

The color leached from Lucien’s face, but he held his ground. It was Tamlin who answered. “Put your sword down, Lucien.” I was already ripping my arm from his grasp and pushing down the blade, careful not to slice open my hand as I did so.

“I knew you liked to take filth for your lovers, but to stoop so low as to drabble with the human garbage.” Still I did not break my stare, as I set the last soft layer of metal shield. I had constructed my mind like a stone fruit, soft flesh of mind that I bared to him covered in the barest shield of skin, but the vital thoughts I guarded were at the center, hidden by that flesh in an dense sheild of iron and stone.

Rhysand had not paused as he approached me. “The Lady of the Autumn Court will be grieved indeed when she hears of her youngest son. If I were you, I’d keep your new pet well away from your father.”

“Leave Rhys,” Tamlin’s voice led itself to a command but it was no more than a puppy's bark to Rhysand as he paused a body length away from me. I put one foot forward, crossing it across the other as I bent at the waist and bowed formally. I did not have any fear as I straightened from my bow.

“At least someone in this court has manners, perhaps you should teach them to your fiancé.” He grinned down at me ,“If you were wise, you would be screaming and running from this place, from these people. It’s a wonder that you’re still here, actually.”

“My stay ran longer than anticipated, but it is a pleasure to put a name to a face, Rhys.” If he had any doubts they did not cross his face as wicked enjoyment crawled across his face like a spider.

Rhysand was about to speak but Tamlin was growling again, “Get out Rhysand, you have seconds.”

Rhysand clicked his tongue, “If I were you, I wouldn’t speak to me like that Little High Lord.” My body straightened like a rod was ran through every bone and muscle as I felt talons of a large hand scrape along the top most barrier of my mind. The skin of the fruit was sliced and I let small thoughts push out from them as glistening juice. Tastes of the night and towering trees hiding me as I rested during a hunt.

“Let her go,” Tamlin said, bristling, but didn’t advance forward. A kind of panic had entered his eyes, and he glanced from me to Rhysand. If I could reassure him I would, but I still stared back at Rhysand as I softened my eyes, “Enough.”

“I’d forgotten that human minds are as easy to shatter as eggshells,” Rhysand said. I felt one of the claws collect the leaking thoughts, tasting what I presented. “How delightful. You must have gotten a rare one Tam, unable to feel fear even as her mind is just shy of being obliterated.” He crooned at me as his hand wrapped around my throat, thumb tracing my pulse point. I pushed more thoughts out, this time the fear of heights as I strapped myself to a tree of the night, fear of nightmares that haunted me when I dreamed. “Oh it would be quick, I promise.”

“Amarantha will enjoy breaking her,” Rhysand observed to Tamlin. “Almost as much as she’ll enjoy watching you as she shatters her bit by bit.”

Tamlin was frozen, his arms hanging limply next to him, defeated. “Please” If he would just shut up and quit begging I could solve this, and perhaps I let a little too much irritation slip from me as Rhysand’s forehead rose just a bit.

“Please what?” Rhysand taunted as those claws traced swirling patterns into my mind, cutting more and more away and I left more and more thoughts pouring from it.

“Don’t tell Amarantha about her,” Tamlin said, and his voice cracked.

“And why not? As her whore,” he said with an accusatory glance tossed in Lucien’s direction, “I should tell her everything.” Tamlin pleaded again with short ‘please’s. Rhysand made him beg, a simpering mess as he pressed his foot into Tamlin’s head. Maybe I would have felt bad if I was not reminded of the slaughter of both of their families.

Those claws loosened from my mind and I gained control of my limbs again. I shook them lightly before I gave Rhysand a reprimanding smile, flickers of shock skipped over all of their faces as I rubbed at my head.

“It is quite rude to hold a Lady’s mind without asking first.” I pushed hair from my forehead that was leaking sweat. I reformed the shields into something easier to manage, a smooth wall of solid stone. The headache I had been dealing with since I rose from bed dissipated just a bit as my metal strain lessened. Disbelief and horror was across both Tamlin’s and Lucien’s faces as I smoothed out the violet tunic I had chosen this morning on purpose.

“A rare catch indeed, Tamlin.” Rhys grinned at me and behind the mask of cruelty I might have imagined amusement. “What’s your name, love? It is quite unfair that you have mine but I do not have yours.”

I did not let a heartbeat of indecision pass, “Emiline Jacobs.” I had the name on reserve for years, a young woman from The Children of Blessed that made a pastime of stealing from the elderly on market day. It wasn’t enough to condemn her to the death she would face but it was enough to know there wouldn’t be a house burned to ashes.

“Well, this was entertaining. The most fun I’ve had in ages, actually. I’m looking forward to seeing you three Under the Mountain. I’ll give Amarantha your regards.” He was curt as he nipped lint from the matte black tunic and winnowed. The air didn’t even move for a moment, the element afraid of shredding the last bit of Tamlin’s restraint. We were alone and that fractured each of us.

[daughter-of-royalty]

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On the week of Valentine's, a not-so-anonymous rose was sent to Kazuha. There was only a black feather left behind by the sender, and a few strawberry candies.

Kazuha inspected the feather pinched between her fingers; her attention entirely placed upon the quill. It was unique to one species of birds, one that almost never edit the farthest corner of the Demon Realm. The silk-like texture shone as she twirled it under the light for a moment.

She turned her attention back to the presents, sweeping them up into her hand with ease. The sweet fragrance of both blossom and sugary treats tickled at her nose.

“How lovely,” though there was no clear hint of thankfulness or excitement in her tone, she quickly searched for a pot to settle the rose. Her giddy inner thoughts hurrying to be able to taste the treats.