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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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Broken Wings

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You’re a small town girl with big city dreams, set on leaving Knockemstiff and its sheriff behind for good. Lee would do anything to make sure you stay with him.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, consensual sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This is part 1. Part 2

I want to thank my baby @whateveriwant for your support, ily! I haven’t written anything in more than a month but it feels good to be back to it!!

Knockemstiff, 1957

The crisp air of the night hit your exposed legs when you swung them over the window sill, and a shiver ran down your spine as humidity seeped into your bones.

From your bedroom on the second floor, you could make out the shape of the Sheriff’s car hidden behind the line of trees near your father’s shed, and a bittersweet, faint smile spread on your painted lips. Fastening the clasp from the outside, you climbed down the drain pipes, savoring the thrill of it all one last time.

No more Knockestiff, sneaking out of your bedroom, shotgunning while he patrolled the streets, milkshakes and burgers propped on your things and Johnny Cash playing in the background, drowned by your giggles and his laughs. You wouldn’t get to call the sheriff yours anymore, and you would never spend another moment writhing in pleasure under his warm, soft body.

You loved Lee Bodecker in spite of everything he stood for, but not even the love of your life could keep you anchored to this town. Tomorrow you’d be far, far away, and God himself couldn’t stop you if he tried.

You’d promised your mother that you wouldn’t end up withering away with no chances and no future like she had. Like everyone who was touched by the curse of Knockemstiff did.

“Spread your wings and fly far, far away,” she’d hiccup between sobs each time you’d drag her limp body from the couch to her bed, the stench of alcohol and stale cigarettes oozing out of her skin, “my pretty little butterfly.”

Your mother would have sold her soul to the Devil to see you out of Knockemstiff.

A new beginning awaited you in New York. A job as a librarian, an apartment to share with one of your college girlfriends, a prospect, a future.

Hope, freedom, opportunities.

The pipe creaked under your weight, but you paid no mind to it. Moonshine would have knocked out cold anyone in the house by now.

Scurrying down the gravel road, you found Lee waiting for you, a smug smile on his clean shaven face and a brown paper bag in his arms.

“About damn time, dove. Been freezing my ass over here, waitin’ on ya.”

You flung yourself in his arms, knocking him back against the car’s hood, savoring the musky scent of his cologne one last time.

“Hello, Sheriff.”

His chest vibrated with a fond chuckle, and you looked up to him, trying to etch every line of his handsome face to your memory.

In another life, the adoration in his blue eyes would have changed your mind.

“Missed me?” he teased you, one arm snaking around your waist, holding you flush to his front. The other came up to your face, cradling your cheek in his palm.

You could feel his soft belly against you. His shirts fit tighter now than when you’d started dating, and his stomach was beginning to bulge over his belt buckle.

“More than you can imagine.” you sighed, offering him a weak smile.

Maybe he missed the melancholy in your voice, or maybe he’d made his peace with your mood swings long ago, because he didn’t comment on it, simply placing a soft kiss on your forehead and pushing you back, thrusting the bag in your arms.

“Let’s get inside dove. These streets ain’t gonna patrol ‘emselves.”

The inside of his car was always warm, and smelled like him.

He drove around while you fed him fries, and you talked until your mouths ran dry.

Guilt gripped your heart when he mentioned a future together.

You knew he’d picked a ring, voices spread fast in small towns. He wanted the white picket fence, a pretty housewife and kids.

You were selfish and cruel and revelled in his love and affection for months, knowing damn well you’d never give him what he desired most.

“You okay? You seem distracted.” he quipped, hand squeezing your thigh.

Your conscience screamed at you to talk to him, but your mouth stayed sealed. There were no words to make this easy on him, so you’d make it easier on yourself.

He’d hate you, at first, but he’d move on, find some other nice girl and settle down with her.

She’d be pretty, and good to him, and she’d love him for the rest of her days.

“I’m okay, you know me. My head’s always up ‘n the clouds. College,” you deepened your voice, mocking your father’s words, “makes ‘m kids airheads.”

His eyes crinkled when he laughed. You’d miss the sound.

“I know, my little dove’s always flying higher than the rest of this shitty town.”

It was bitter, really, that the one you loved the most was what kept you chained to the ground, where you didn’t belong.

You were meant for the sky, his little dove, your mother’s butterfly.

Spread your wings, you reminded yourself, and fly far, far away.

You swore time flew by faster when you spent it with Lee, and minutes melted into hours, slipping through your fingers.

You wished you had more.

When he pulled over to an all too familiar clearing in the woods, your body acted on its own accord, and you climbed in the back seat like you’d done most nights for months.

Those trees had seen you in all states of undress, fucked in the car or on the hood, on your knees, on your back, on your stomach, with his cock down your throat or in your cunt, his face between your legs or on the crook of your neck.

Everything made you melancholic, everything reminded you about what you were about to give up.

It was selfish, but you’d allow yourself to forget all about the future for the moment being.

Just you and Lee, just a moment longer before reality would inevitably hit you like a bucket of iced water.

You and the love of your life that you’d betray once morning came.

But in the dark, underneath the stars and the moon, he was still yours, and you were his.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby, God, I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.”

You ignored the guilt once again, and straddled his lap. Grabbing him by his tie, you slanted your mouth against his. He parted his lips with a sigh, resting his back against the seat.

“Fuck, dove, you’re so good to me.” he mumbled, calloused hands roaming over your body.

A moan escaped your lips when his strained cock rubbed against your flimsy undergarments, and you arched your back, seeking more friction to soothe your aching core.

Warmth pooled in your lower belly, and slick gathered in your panties.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and pulled him impossibly close to feel everything, his warmth and his scent, his soft body and his rough hands.

Teeth clattering, bruising touches, heaving chests. The windows were getting fogged up by your hot breaths, and the metal creaked and clattered under your weights.

Desperation and arousal clouded your mind, and you looked at him through half lidded eyes, hoping he couldn’t read into your soul.

“Lee, baby, I need to feel you, I need you inside me,” you whined, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging on his belt impatiently.

You were desperate to feel his cock inside you, to have his hands leave bruises and his mouth leave marks on your skin one last time. Be his, be one in the flesh, one last time.

“So eager, you’d think I was Paul Newman or somethin’,” he chuckled, kneading the flesh of your ass.

“Much better than Newman, Brando or whatever they worship in Hollywood now.” you panted through sloppy kisses, hand dipping inside his briefs, his weight heavy and hot against your palm.

He hissed through his teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his brain. “What are you butterin’ me up for, dove?”

A beautiful moan escaped his lips when you doubled your efforts, wrist twisting around the velvety skin of his shaft, working his sensitive tip.

“I don’t need flattery to get me anythin’ baby, just these hands and lips.”

You popped your lips to emphasize your point, and let your tongue run along his bottom lip, taking it between yours and sucking on it.

He lifted your shirt with a swift motion, and the growl that he let out when he didn’t find any bra sent a thrill through you, straight to your throbbing core.

He groped your tits, squeezing until the line between pleasure and pain became too blurred to distinguish. You gasped when he rolled and pinched your nipples between his fingers, and mewled when his mouth closed down on one of them.

His tongue swirled around the stiff bud, teeth barely grazing the delicate skin.

A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath against your neck, and in a blur you found yourself laying on your back, his body caging you in.

“Don’t forget about this pussy, baby, I’d do anything for it.”

Your giggles turned to cries once his hand found its way between your legs, his name falling from your lips like a prayer while he caressed the hair on your mound.

He beamed proudly, feeling the wet patch on your undergarments, and dipped in your folds, spreading the slick around your entrance, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

His lips tasted like candy and strawberry milkshake, and you savored them as long as you could while your tongue intertwined with his.

You laughed when he knocked his head on the door, and then his knees on the floorboard.

“Can’t wait till we have a bed.” He groaned, already breathless while he fumbled with his pants, shoving them down his legs in a hurry.

Sadness filled you again, because one day he’d have a big, comfortable bed, but you wouldn’t be the one warming it.

You blinked away the tears as you clung to his shoulders.

When he breached your entrance, you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

You’d never gotten used to the stretch of his girth, and you wondered if anyone else would ever feel this right inside you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips stilling once he’s sheathed himself inside you, “God, you’re so tight.”

You felt like you were bursting at the seams, your walls quivering around his cock.

He rolled his hips tentatively, observing your face for any signs of pain, and started pounding inside you once he’d found none.

The burn soon turned into a pleasant ache.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” he snarled, punctuating each word with a rough snap of his hips, “I can’t wait to have you all to myself, dove.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and didn’t notice how your lips quivered, or the tears that streamed down your face. He kept thrusting inside you, moaning each time he would feel your walls gripping his cock tightly.

Damp skin slid over yours, filling the car with the lewd sounds of his balls slapping your ass, and his belly smacking against yours.

“I’m gonna put so many babies inside you, I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my child. Fuck-, I can’t wait to come home to you everyday, my pretty little wife.”

You let yourself revel in the image. A pleasant, safe one. One that didn’t belong to you, but that warmed your heart anyways.

When the pressure in your core became too much for you to bear, you began blabbering and begging him to give you that release only he had ever given you.

“Please Lee, I need to- need to cum, baby.”

You choked on your words and shrieked when his hand dipped between your bodies, and he began rubbing circles around your clit.

“Cum for me, dove, cum all over my cock, wanna feel you fall apart on me baby.” he growled, hips stuttering.

He swallowed your cries with a kiss as you came undone. Your whole body trembled when hot waves of pleasure shook your limbs, the tight coil in your cunt unravelling all at once, releasing the pressure inside you.

You throbbed and gushed around his cock, arching your back and digging your nails in the flesh of his back.

He kept pounding inside you, riding your aftermath and praising his good girl through shuddering breaths.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he whined, and you felt his movements become errantic and his cock swell inside you.

“Finish up outside,” you managed to wheeze out.

He grunted, but obeyed regardless.

Knocking you up before he got a preacher’s blessing wouldn’t look good on his resume if he was to ever be mayor. Otherwise you’d have had a child on your hip already, you suspected.

You winced when he pulled out, and stood on his shins, hovering over you, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

You brought your hand down to his cock, and you stoked him once, twice, running your thumb over his slit before his hips stuttered and he painted your stomach with his white, warm load.

He collapsed next to you, holding you tight in his arms and catching his breath.

“You’re gonna be all mine soon, dove,” he whispered in your ear, rubbing his nose against yours, “and I’m gonna fill your pussy up every night, I swear. No more pulling out ever again.”

Freedom tasted bittersweet.

Corn fields gave way to tarmac too soon, and before you realized it, you’d left Knockemstiff and your old life behind, in hope of a new, better one

You rested against the window, your head rattling on the screen with each bump on the road. The stench of stale cigarettes, moonshine breath first thing in the morning and sweat filled the packed bus, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

The prospect of your future terrified you and thrilled you to no end.

You observed the cars speeding past the bus, and the streams of dried tears on your face in your reflection. Your mind swirled with thoughts, the images of Lee torturing you. Sighing to yourself, you clutched the handkerchief that the woman besides you had gently offered with a kind, knowing smile on her face.

Better forget all about him as soon as possible.

New beginnings were hard, but hope blossomed in your chest with each mile that went by. Besides, your mother’s smile when she’d waved you goodbye had given you all the strength you needed.

You let the gentle sway of the bus lull you to sleep.

She’d never looked so happy and beautiful, bathed in dawn’s warmth with her Sunday dress she’d worn to see her biggest wish come true.

Her butterfly had finally spread her wings.

Part 2 (hopefully coming out tomorrow)

So what do you think is going to happen in the next chapter? 🤭

I hope you liked it! I haven’t written in so long, but I hope it’s good. Please leave some feedback if you can, and reblog!

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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Dream Date

Thomas x fem reader

Thomas had been crushing on Y/n for god knows how long

They sat up all night and talked online about every little thing in the world; passions, dreams, futures, meanings…

After a bit of wine and endless encouragement from the band, he finally decided to ask her out.

“Um, y/n, I had a question…” his voice trembled slightly, watching her wash some dishes before patting her hands dry and turning to face him

“Of course, amore. What is it?”

“I was wondering If you wanted to go on a date with me tonight?” He asked, looking at her with fear and anticipation.

He only grew more worried as the girl remained silent, shock written all over her face.

“Are you kidding? I would love to!” She chuckled, approaching Thomas and hugging him tightly

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and basked in the sensation of being so close to her. Y/n’s soft, luscious hair slightly tickled his cheek and filled his nose with the pleasant scent of flowers and spring

Thomas was standing in front of the mirror, fumbling nervously with his tie. He had picked a light gray suit with a pink shirt.

“Thomas!! Aren’t you gonna come pick up your princess?” Damiano teased from downstairs, earning a frustrated groan from the blond.

He came up in a second and watched Thomas try and knot his tie, laughing to himself before helping him out.

“Are you nervous?”

“Guess, stronzo.”

Damiano snorted before patting him on the back and pushing him downstairs

“You are incredibly handsome Thomas, she’ll be more than enamored”

“Shut up.”

He got in the car and drove all the way to Y/n’s house, where he noticed she was already waiting on the porch.

She was gorgeous, to say the least. Her curly hair was pulled back with a few pins, light peach eyeshadow on her eye lids and a soft pink lipstick.

He hadn’t realizes she was in front if him, until Y/n spoke.

“Where are we going?”

“Oh um, beautiful- I mean, you, you are beautiful.”

They both blushed, Thomas more out of embarrassment, and he opened the door for her to get in the car.

“What made you decide to finally ask me on a date?” Her soft, honey-like voice broke the silence.

“I am always excited when I’m with you, or when I talk to you. It’s something I don’t really feel with other people.”

“I honestly thought you’d say that you would willingly wake up for me.”

They both started laughing, as they passed the illuminated streets of Rome.

“That’s a given.”

Eventually, the car slowed to a stop, and they both got out.

“Where are we?”

“Remember that place I told you about a few nights ago? I used to come to this meadow every day when I was younger. It was like a safe haven for me.” His voice faded out, looking around and taking in the all-too familiar plants and trees he knew so well.

“Why did you bring me here, then?”

“I wanted you to see it. Maybe it could become our haven.”

Y/n sighed, and picked up a flower from the ground, smelling it.

Meanwhile, the boy opened the trunk of the car and pulled out a blanket and a basket, laying them both down and taking a seat.

The soft glow of the moon softly illuminated the patch of grass they were sitting on, creating a surreal and whimsical feeling.

“To be fair, If you wouldn’t have asked me out one of these days, I would have.” Y/n snorted, opening the basket and gasping.

“CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES??” Y/n’s eyes were comically wide, as she looked between the treats and Thomas

“Well, you know, I did plan for this date to be the cheesiest thing possible.”

“They’re over used for a reason. They rock!”

“We rock.” He added smoothly, feeling himself relax more and more.

“We sure do.”

Taking out another plate out of the basket, Thomas grinned as he remembered one of his favorite childhood movies.

A big smile appeared on Y/n’s face as she saw the giant portion of pasta in front of her, and hurried to find some forks in the basket.

“I suppose we’re eating out of the same plate, correct?”

Thomas nodded and didn’t hesitate to start devouring the food.

They mainly listened to the soft tuned of the car radio while eating in silence, the occasional chirp of a bird catching their attention, until Y/n started giggling.

Thomas looked down, and saw that they both have the same noodle in their mouth, one end in her mouth, on in his.

Thomas smiled sheepishly, as he continued advancing towards Y/n, her actions replicating his.

They were mere centimeters away from each other, Y/n’s hot breath sending shivers through Thomas, her eyes lit up, as If a fire glowed with in them.

She made the final step and closed the distance between them, kissing Thomas tenderly, for so long that they both forgot what breathing felt like.

Eventually pulling apart, they kept staring into each other’s eyes, trying to calm down, despite their hearts being aflame with desire and affection.

“We should film a live-action version of Lady and the Tramp.”

Thomas chuckled and shifted so that he was closer to her, nuzzling his head into the crook of Y/n’s neck.

She picked up the box of strawberries and started shoving them down her throat, eating with a speed that got Thomas worried.

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down! I want some too!”

“You can’t bring me strawberries covered in chocolate and expect me not to eat them!!”

He snorted and leaned over to the basket, pulling out a book.

“What’s that?”

“Poems”

Y/n gasped and lowered herself so that she would align herself with his face.

“Wow! You’re gonna bring me food, read me poetry and show me your hiding spot? I feel like I’m in a romantic movie.” She joked, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I am trying to romance you.”

“There are literally so many words for it and you choose romance me?”

“I knew you’d say that.” He scoffed, faking a pout and opening the book. He flipped through a few pages until he ended up at a heavily marked one, a coffee stain on the corner.

“I’m guessing this is your favorite?”

“For one specific reason. Can you guess it?”

Y/n hummed, thinking for a few moments before answering him.

“Is it about sleep?”

“Oh come on! No. It reminded me of you.” He grinned, fluttering the book under her nose.

“Oh god, it’s gonna be a prayer to the devil, won’t it?”

The blond squinted his eyes, seemingly freezing, before starting to flip hurriedly through the pages once more.

“Shit, you’re right.”

“THOMAS!” Y/n elbowed him, scoffing, bursting into laughter along with him.

“Fine, fine, alright. Here it is;

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Y/n’s eyes were brimmed with tears, slightly smudging her eye makeup, as she took a deep breath, taking in all that Thomas recited

“What’s it called?”

“When you are old, by William Butler Yeats.”

Y/n let out a silent oh, and looked closer at the sketches around the writing.

There was a small sketch of her, relaxing on the balcony under the stars, and Thomas, looking up at her as if she were his moon.

Her heart was filled with affection for the boy who held it in his hands, who unfortunately didn’t realize how much he meant to her.

“Let’s dance.” She beckoned him, walking towards the car and turning up the volume. A terrible love song erupted from the speakers, making Thomas cringe at the harmonies and lyrics, but he took Y/n’s hand regardless and pulled her closer.

They swung from side to side, looking deeply into each other’s eyes and memorizing every single aspect of the night

“This night is amazing, but this song really fucking sucks.” Thomas eventually spoke, not being able to hold in his commentary any longer.

“Well, not everyone can make music as well as you.”

“Oh you little flirt.” Thomas blushed, brushing a strand of hair out of Y/n’s face and spinning her around, over and over again.

She was giggling as she turned, her flowery dress flowing around, making her look like even more of an angle in Thomas’s eyes.

“I wanna spin you too!”

“I’m taller. You can’t!”

“Bet?”

Y/n pushed Thomas around, but he got stuck while he was with his back to her.

“Ow, Y/n, my arm can’t bend like that!”

He muttered a few curses, instinctively stapling backwards, thus making Y/n fall along with him.

A loud thud was all that he heard before an uncontrollable mess of giggles started wiggling under him.

“YOU’RE CRUSHING ME!”

“No, I’m crushing on you.” He spoke calmly, not getting off of her small body.

“Stronzo!!”

They were both laughing as Thomas got up, pulling Y/n with him, and pressing a passionate kiss to her lips.

They both sat back down on the blanket and nuzzled into each other’s embrace, their breath matching up.

“I never want this night to end.” Y/n whispered against his neck, squeezing his hand.

“It’s the only way it will remain special.”

She smiled contently, before looking up at the stars and letting the faint crickets and rustles of the forrest drive them to sleep.

A/n: I had plenty of inspiration for this🥴 @cantaraiilmionome 😉 for you, amore

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sweetchup · 3 years

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A Helping Hand 4: Ghosts of Past // Day 3 🌙

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: Savior Au

Word Count: 2,000+

Warning: Past Character death, Bribing, Drinking, Trauma

Author Note: Sorry this came out a little later in the day than expected. I hope people like it and let me know in the comments who you think the ghosts are. Sorry for making y’all cry

<—(Pt.4.3☀️) / (Pt.5)—>

A Helping Hand Masterlist

“All right.” You mutter to yourself, quickly centering the fluffy cat plush on the grave before taking a step back to take a look.

You and Shalnark had done a lot for Pakunoda’s grave, from cleaning up all the dirt and cobwebs surrounding it to getting some of her favorite things to place on her grave. You just hoped, somehow and somewhere, she would be satisfied…

As you wipe the sweat off your brow, you look out the window towards the already night sky. Time had passed by so quickly while you were working. So much so, you had nearly forgotten about Chloe. Thankfully, Shalnark had offered to go grab Chloe for you at the last minute while you finished things up.

“Hey nice job. You even lit the candles.”

Speaking of the devil, you turn around to see Shalnark entering the room, Chloe trotting close right behind him. As the cat comes running up to you, you notice Shalnark holding two bags in his hand.

“What did you get?” You questioned out loud as you lean down to pick Chloe up. Shalnark gives you a confused look before looking at his hand and realizing what you were asking.

“Oh.” Shalnark fumbles with the bag before handing you a can, “I got us a couple of beers to drink.”

“Beers? Shal I don’t think…” You watched appalled as Shalnark proceeded to chug a whole can down in front of you. “...you should be drinking…”

“Oh come on, Doc. A couple of drinks won’t hurt anybody.” Shalnark chuckles out, jumping back onto the rock behind him to sit before pulling out another can. Suddenly as he takes a sip of his next one, a mischievous look flashes on his face. “Hey (Y/n). I say we have a little drinking contest to see who has a bigger toleran—.”

“Nope” You deadpanned, not even leaving room for Shalnark to argue back. As a gust of wind passes through the old building, causing it to moan lightly under the wind’s strength, you feel a shiver run up and down your spine. Damn, even though you were wearing a ski jacket and scarf it was still cold.

Shalnark lets out a small sigh to himself before shrugging his shoulders, “Fine, Fine. Guess I’ll have to drink this all by myself then.”

“Shal no—.”

Quickly, you attempt to take the can from Shalnark’s hand but the male caught onto your intentions and was much faster than you. Holding the can far away from your reach, you glare up at him in annoyance.

Unfazed by your threats, Shalnark leans forward to you and whispers, “Then, Drink with me (y/n).”

After a couple of minutes of staring each other down, and an attempt from Shalnark to chug down another beer, you realize you have to give in. Sucking your teeth in, you, begrudgingly, open a can and take a sip. Instantly, you feel yourself cringe at the bitter taste the beer held. It definitely wasn’t your type of drink to have.

“Am I sensing a chicken?” Shalnark teases out, already in the process of crushing his second can in his fist. You send him a quick glare, already wanting to just strangle him right then and there, as you bring the can up to drink from again.

You can feel the alcohol flow through your body almost instantly as Shalnark makes you drink more. It was just like what those textbooks you were forced to read in college said. You felt it in your brain first, euphoric and relaxed as if you had no worries in the world. Like a false haze fell over your eyes, blinding you from the rough truths of the world. Then, you felt it in your muscles. Your speech was getting more and more incoherent, your hands were shaky and, eventually, it got to be such a struggle to even stand that Shalnark had to help you sit down next to him…

To him…

You let out a small giggle to yourself as you stare at Shalnark. His blonde locks shimmering under the light blue glow of the moonlight as he tipped his head back once more to take a gulp from his can. His Adam’s apple bobbing back and forth a couple of times as he swallows before he pulls the can down to rest against his thighs. You watch as his aquamarine eyes, that seem weirdly more blue now, turn to look over towards you.

“What?” He questions out, his words coming out as a whisper, “Why are you staring at me?”

Because your Handsome, obviously?

Perplexed, you watch as Shalnark suddenly throws his head back in a fit of laughs. What… What was wrong with him?

It takes a couple of minutes but eventually Shalnark calms down and looks at you; his face covered in a wide grin.

“Handsome, Huh?” He teasingly questions out, giggling slightly as you choke on your drink. As you hack your lungs out, you can hardly let out anything, only able to muster a small murmur of a word after a couple of minutes.

“W-whAt…”

Shalnark gives you a moment to compose yourself, handing you a water bottle after your coughing calms down before proceeding to explain.

“I think you might have drinked a little bit too much if you can’t distinguish between your thoughts and what you say, Sweetie.” You flash Shalnark a quick glare at his statement. He seemed to be having a playdate with the amount of teasing and reactions he has been able to wring out of you. You will admit it was funny at first but now it was just getting plain annoying.

Just give him a good smooch. It’ll shut him up real good.

You nearly choked on your water as you proceeded to quickly spin around. What in the world was that. There wasn’t anyone else around from what you could see and sense but you could have swore you heard another’s male’s voice. It couldn’t be Shalnark either. The one you heard was ruff and rumbly, nothing like Shalnark’s. So—

“You okay?” Shalnark calls out, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You feel yourself pause for a minute, your thoughts needing a minute a couple of minutes to catch up to you before answering, “Ah… Yeah. I just thought I heard something…”

Shalnark thinks for a second before letting a light hum in response.

“I don’t hear anything. Well… Unless you count Chloe rolling around in the petals—“

You cut Shalnark off with a loud gasp, “Chloe No. No. No!”

Quickly, you scamper over to Chloe, picking up the cat before she could possibly roll and knock over anything on the grave. She was usually quite the respectful cat, not much to cause trouble, so it surprised you that she was acting like this. You hoped the gods, or whatever supernatural force that existed out there, won’t strike you down for your cat rolling around on Pakunoda’s grave like that.

“What’s with you Chloe… you never roll around like this unless someone is giving you belly rubs—” You end up cutting yourself off as a loud yawn forces its way out of your mouth. Oddly, the tiredness of today’s events suddenly hit you like a truck making you feel absolutely drained.

“Eh? Tired already?” Shalnark chuckles out as you practically collapse next to him. “You do know our hotel is on the other side of the city right?”

“Please tell me you’re joking…” You pleaded out. You knew, from experience, how hard it could be to grab a cab this late at night especially if your hotel is on the other side of the city.

“Sadly not Princess.”

You let out a small whine as you defeatedly fall backwards to lay on the rocks.

“Well, didn’t you stay here with the troupe for a while? Do you possibly have a place to sleep here, just for tonight?”

“Well, we do. But, when we stayed here in York New it was during the summer, not the winter. So we don’t have anything that could possibly keep us warm except for the candl— what…” You sit up a little as you hear Shalnark pause and suddenly rummage through his plastic bag, “A Blanket…”

After hearing what he found, you fully sit up and lean over his shoulder to take a look.

“That’s actually perfect.” You murmur out, reaching down to touch the fabric, “It’s big enough for both of us and the fabric is extremely thick to keep us warm. We will be perfectly fine if we have this and our jackets on.”

“I-it’s not that. It’s just I didn’t— this wasn’t… in the bag before. I didn’t buy this.” Shalnark mumbles out confused as moves around the blanket. Testing to see if he was really seeing what was in front of you two.

“Perhaps… you accidentally grabbed it or switched up with someone else’s bag?”

“W-well no. I didn’t see the blanket when I took out the drinks earlier—“ Shalnark is cut off as you take the blanket from him. As you unfold the fabric, Shalnark sighs to himself. What was he thinking? Getting all worked up over a blanket. You were likely correct, he or the cashier likely misplaced a blanket in his bag. Shalnark huffs out a laugh as a sudden thought comes across his mind. Uvogin would surely beat his ass if he saw Shalnark suspicious of a mere blanket.

A frown slowly makes its way on Shalnark’s face as his thoughts escalate. What was he doing? Sitting here like a school boy with a crush, falling hopelessly in love with you. He wasn’t dead, he still had his nen, the rest of the troupe is very much still alive… and Hisoka was still on the loose. Plus, if…

“What's important is the survival of the whole, not the individual."

"The worst case is all of us dying. The end of the Spiders."

… Hisoka actually succeeds in killing the other spiders then he would have to rebuild the spider… Right? And, you… you couldn’t come along with him if that's the case. You live in a different world than him. You were a caring doctor and he a cold blooded kill—

Shalnark winces as a firm smack hits the back of his head, nearly sending him flying forward.

“Ow. (Y/n)... what in the world was that for?” Shalnark grumbles out annoyed as he massages the back of his head. He’s not sure why you’re mad but you didn’t have to hit him that hard.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” You questioned out. As Shalnark spins around to give you a piece of his mind, he pauses. You… you were on the total opposite side of the giant flat rock in the process of setting up the sleeping area. “Ah. Do you mean these pillows? I found them in the corner. It’s so weird, they are practically brand new.”

“Oh yeah… that's it…”

If you were over there, then who smacked him. Was it…

… A Ghost?...

… No, no. That’s totally absurd. That’s the type of stories the boss would believe in, not him. He just… drank too much. Yeah, That’s it.

As Shalnark finally calms himself down, he decides to make his way over to you. Slowly, as you two settle down to sleep onto the cold surface, Shalnark can already feel you begin to drift to sleep off in his arms. He, very carefully, pulls you closer to him.

As he does so, he can hear the faintest whisper off in the distance. He almost mistakens it as the wind if it weren’t for the distinct familiarity in the voice.

Be selfish, Kid…

…

“Uvo…?”

Shalnark decided that night…. that you two were going to leave York New the very next morning.

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atinybitofau · 5 years

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S A N ➪ the breakup

THE ONE WHERE YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY NEED

warnings: may contain triggering content. (non-suicidal, social anxiety, depression)

• it’s not your relationship.

• it’s not.

• it’s definitely you.

• and San will fight like a soldier in battle,

• with no other reason to live,

• just to keep you forever.

• but you can’t take it anymore.

• because sometimes when your heart hurts too much,

• you forget about the people who are really trying to help.

• he just wants to hold you forever— his baby.

• he’s holding you.

• shaking.

• trembling.

• scared.

• just like you are.

• “No. No. Hey, baby. Hey look at me. I can help you. Help you through this.”

• but you don’t let him.

• you think it’s wrong.

• wrong to let him suffer helping you because you’re so broken.

• you think he’s cutting himself by holding you.

• “San! Let go of me!”

• you flail trying to pry your boyfriend’s hands away as he tries to keep you steady—

• gentle all the same.

• he loves you.

• “I love you.” he’s crying to you, trying to cup your crying face in his hands. “I love you. And I’ll be here for you, baby. You just have to let me.”

• you shove him harder than you think.

• it’s hurting him.

• how you hard you push him away.

• and seeing you so frustrated that it’s driving him insane.

• “No, San! Stop helping me. I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.”

• you keep insisting.

• you don’t know that he’s keeping you together.

• you’re so torn by hurting him because you’re so broken,

• that you don’t see that you need him as much as you love him.

• “Get out. Get out! Leave me alone and please for the love of god, San. Don’t come back.”

• so he leaves you.

• but not because he wants too.

• but because he can’t watch you tear yourself apart because you think you don’t need him.

• months pass and you aren’t any happier.

• no actually—

• fuck you, because you’re selfish, is what you’re thinking.

• losing San might be the worst thing.

• the worst feeling.

• you’re sad enough as it is.

• and you do that to San?

• the biggest ball of sunshine to ever live.

• the only thing ever to put a smile on your face.

• his.

• now you want him back?

• you’re dumb.

• “H-he’s dating her?”

• Seonghwa sips on his coffee while he confesses to you. “It wasn’t something he wanted to do. His parents just think that maybe since you aren’t in the picture anymore that he’d be willing to marry into family benefits. Of course, he’d never say no to his mom.”

• it kills you.

• Seonghwa knows you aren’t suicidal.

• just sometimes not always there because you feel different from others.

• like, crying before you sleep.

• hiding in a locked room for days because you’re afraid of hurting people’s feelings.

• he knew that your heart was weak.

• that you need someone who can hold you even though you push them away.

• no better than San. EVERYONE knows that.

• “You okay, y/n?”

• “Hm?” you blink up through wet eyes and smile. “Yup, happy. Happy for him.”

• the handsome boy raises an eyebrow at you not convinced. “He’s not happy. I just told you his parents forced him into it.”

• “H-he deserves somebody.. who can take care of him too.”

• Seonghwa knows what you mean.

• knows too that you broke up with San because you didn’t WANT him to take care of you anymore.

• that you think you’re a burden in his life. Much less of a child.

• but he also knows that’s not true.

• “You know, y/n.” Seonghwa reaches over to hold your hand, something you didn’t know you needed for a long time. “It’s okay to be with San. To tell him you aren’t okay and let him hold you.”

• a tear falls from your face from his reminder.

• “There’s no one. NO ONE. In this world that can tolerate the pain of holding a broken glass like San can.”

• he’s telling you softly in a way he’s not direct. so he doesn’t hurt your feelings. “Don’t wait for the glass to break completely where he’d have to pick up the pieces, y/n. A little cut here and there won’t hurt anyone. Won’t if they’re trying to save someone.”

• you’re nervous.

• biting down on your lip as you hold the fluffy stuffed animal San gave you years ago to ease your griefs— your panics.

• but when a woman very familiar to you opens his door.

• you can’t help but think the plush pillow wasn’t going to do much.

• “H-hi, is San home?”

• her eyebrow arches eyes raking you up and down before sneering.

• “And can I ask why you need to know?”

• “Oh.” You look down at your feet tightening your grip on the pillow.

• seeing white, dizzy,

• for a moment pretending it’s San’s hand holding yours.

• “U-um. I.. I just want to.” you stutter over your words. “I thought I could.. I could come and talk to him? I-is that okay? Is it a wrong time?”

• she looks disgusted at your presence.

• it doesn’t help your anxiety.

• the little devils in your head that grew when San was away.

• you feel like falling and your eyes are blinking more.

• lost— completely lost and just looking for San.

• “Is this your way of trying to run back to him? After what you did breaking up with him?! You think coming here to my boyfriend’s house would be okay?”

• you stumble back and you don’t notice.

• how hysterical this woman was being.

• and the normal right thing to do was punch her sqaure in the face.

• but your heart is too weak, it really is.

• especially when hearing someone else call him her boyfriend.

• you see a glimpse of pure black before someone hoists you up.

• holds you tight before you fall to the ground.

• you’re shivering in his arms and he’s more scared than you are.

• “Baby? Hey baby, no look at me. Look at me, you’re okay.”

• you gulp, eyes wide when San’s holding you.

• one hand on your back and the other on your cheeks.

• he’s frantic and hot, worried like hell when his arranged girlfriend attempts to hurt you.

• hurt his baby.

• “She’s nothing, okay?” he’s moving so he meets your wavering eyes to keep you from looking to the woman behind him. “Her mouth is shit. Doesn’t know what’s good for her. Don’t listen to her dirty words. Baby, look at me.”

• you frown, fumbling with his shirt when your panic settles.

• settles when you look at him in his glowing eyes.

• like a crystal ball that hypnotizes you to serenity.

• “I love you.” his forehead’s pressed against yours now that your breathing has calmed.

• likes to feel it when your heart goes from fast to slow against his chest.

• “You love me too, that’s why you’re here right baby?”

• you nod hands moving so you could hold him back.

• rare.

• he knows it.

• knows you don’t give him much affection sometimes, not that he minds.

• but he feels you finally try.

• and girl does it SEND him.

• “Don’t cry.”

• he’s caressing you like fine glass that’s so thin he could break it any second.

• but he’s the only one.

• only ONE who can touch it without breaking it.

• “I love you so much and I’m so glad you’re here. You came to find me all by yourself.”

• you kiss his lips.

• now that he’s brought you back.

• “I’m sorry.” you mumble to look straight up at him the way he deserves. “I’m sorry for saying fucked up shit that could’ve ruined you. Could’ve made things worse for me and you. I’m so sorry, San.”

• “No.” his eyebrows furrow. “You didn’t make anything worse. Don’t say that to me.”

• now that you’re back.

• you’re ready to take care of him too.

• “San, I’m not all there sometimes.” You admit even though his girlfriend’s watching from behind. “I know I’m a lot of trouble. Hard to handle— when I have my attacks and I’m about ready to break. And you’ve always been there.”

• “I don’t mind. You know that.” San’s always ready for you no matter what you throw at him. “I don’t give a shit even if you think you don’t need me. If I know you do, you do. Alright?”

• “I feel bad. For making you have to take care of me sometimes. I’m not a child and you should never feel like you have to take more care of me than you actually do.”

• “I’d take care of you forever.”

• you chuckle because sometimes San’s more hopeless than you are.

• “I have no idea.” you tell him. “I have absolutely no idea how you can put up with my crap sometimes.”

• “But I know though. I know.”

• he presses another kiss to your lips not removing his as he pulls his now ex girlfriend out of his house and replaces her with the both of you.

• arms tangled and body against the door.

• “It’s because I love you. So fucking much. No one can take care of you like me.”

• you giggle under his lips fingers grazing his flawless jaw.

• “I want to take care of you too this time. This time if you let me.”

• he lifts you up so your legs are wrapped around him and your arms rest on his shoulders on each side of his head.

• “Baby you’ve always taken care of me. You just never knew it.”

• you didn’t know that.

• didn’t realize cause you think you’ve got bigger problems than him.

• but he gets sad too.

• get’s angry too.

• states of panic too.

• but you’ve always been there to hold his hand.

• “I was thinking I lost you.” he’s pressing you so close, you feel like if you move you might break him. “Thought I’d never have you hold me again. That I’d never be able to take care of my baby again. That maybe you really didn’t need me anymore.”

• you shake your head against him, your laugh sending him to places better than heaven if they existed. “Even if I tell you I don’t. I think at this point we both know I do.”

• he kisses you again.

• more for closure than anything else.

• “I love you, y/n. So much it’ll kill me. So will you take care of me for a long time? As long as you can. As long as you’re able.”

• you obviously can’t say no.

• not when he needs you as much as you need him.

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solynaceawrites · 4 years

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SWEAT AND LEATHER

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, fem!Reader Rating: Explicit A/N: Another Dante/Reader one-shot! This one can sort of, maybe be read as a sequel to Idle Hands if you squint, and takes place post Devil May Cry 5. Because that Henley shirt and those tight jeans are just. So good. I want to give another huge shout-out to @lickitysplitfic for all of her help with this, and if you haven’t read any of her stories, you should definitely check her out.

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Dante is bored.

You can tell from the way he shifts, restless in the bucket seat of Morrison’s car, from the drum of his fingers on the steering wheel, from the low huffs that pass his lips every time he checks the clock on the dashboard and sees it’s only been five minutes since the last time he looked. He’d gotten a job for a demon that seems to be lurking the alleys of the warehouse district; not wanting to endure the required stakeout alone, he’d asked you to come along, and you’d agreed. Now, resigning yourself to the fact that his attention is going to wander your way if the demon doesn’t make an appearance soon, you wonder if you made the right call.

He peers at you from the corner of his eye, his curious gaze like a physical touch. You pretend not to notice, even when he leans back in his seat, stretching so his shirt rides up to expose his hips. It’s warm enough that he’s not wearing his coat, and the Henley fabric clings to him deliciously, accentuating the broad expanse of his chest and his thick biceps, and you steal a glance at the dusting of hair beneath his navel. But when he palms his crotch, not-so-subtly adjusting himself, you can’t help but to scoff and roll your eyes. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not happening.”

“Doing what?” You know he’s smiling from the tone of his voice. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Uh-huh. So you’re not trying to be irresistible?”

This time it’s a frown you hear. “Am I not already?”

You offer nothing but a shrug, leaning onto the door and propping your chin in your palm. It’s not that you’re against having sex with him, or doing it in a car: you’re against having sex with him in Morrison’s car, because you’re certain that man would know no matter how much you scrubbed the evidence away. And getting him to agree to let Dante drive it in the first place had been a fight in and of itself.

Dante yawns, then turns to face you, one arm over the back of your seat. “Mind if I roll down the window? It’s gettin’ a bit stuffy in here.”

“Sure.”

He leans over you and starts to unroll your window, his body covering yours as you shrink into the seat and pray to whatever God there might be to grant you the serenity and patience required not to give in to his charm. Dante looks down at you with a grin, and you roll your eyes again when he says, “You smell good, babe.”

“I thought you meant your own window,” you mutter.

“You looked hot to me,” he replies, leaning closer to nuzzle your neck.

“The demon we’re after isn’t under my shirt,” you say dryly. His hands pause in tugging said shirt up, his fingers barely under the edge, and he runs his nose over the curve of your ear.

Despite your tone, you shiver, and he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. “Mind if I check?”

“Yes, I mind.”

You try to sound serious, but you’re smiling, almost unwillingly. Serenity, you think, peace. “Can’t help myself. It’s dark and quiet and all I can do is think about the hot girl sitting next to me.” His hand has moved to your knee, where it slowly drags up your thigh, lightly scratching the denim of your jeans.

“Mm-hm.” You tilt your head to the side, not at all surprised when your lips graze over his with how he’s so on top of you, almost like a blanket. “What, exactly, are you thinking?”

“Tryin’ to figure out why we haven’t fucked in a car before.”

“Two reasons.”

“Mm?”

You try not to laugh as he plants a wet, smacking kiss to your cheek, an attempt to distract you as his fingers reach the top of your thigh. “One: we don’t own a car. Two: this is Morrison’s. I already had to beg to get it for tonight. I don’t want to know what he’d do if we had sex in it.”

Dante groans. “Oh, you shouldn’t have told me that. You should not have told me that.”

“Why?”

He cups your sex through your jeans, making you squeal. “Because now we gotta do it,” he moans. You laugh and push on his arm, but he massages you slowly as his lips trail to your ear. “Fuck, the temptation is too good.”

“And where are we going to ‘do it’?” With a sigh, you rub lightly up to his shoulder before wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but you’re a bit tall.”

“Let’s get you out of these clothes first,” he suggests.

“In public?”

“No one’s here but us.”

You look around. True, you’re in a pull-off behind the parking lot of an empty mall. Trees conceal you, for the most part, and all you’re doing is sitting in the car and waiting to see movement from the demon that’s supposed to be here. It’s the third night, with no luck, and still your murmur, “Anyone could drive up. Some locals, the cops . . .”

“You know how to get me goin’, don’t ya?” he growls as he bites your ear.

You take another peek through the window, sweeping carefully over their surroundings with a tendril of magic. When it comes up empty, you slide a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck and give the strands a tug, and Dante arches into you with a groan that sends a flush of heat to your core. “If you can figure out how we’d fit . . .” you muse, “I might say yes.”

He turns his face to capture your lips, both of you laughing as you share a long, wet kiss. It reminds you of when you were first together, and Dante was insatiable. Not that is any less all over you now, but he’s usually much smoother, and doing it in the car is just so juvenile that you can’t help the giggles.

He pulls away with a wet smack of your lips and then sits back, reaching between his legs to push his seat back. “Plenty of room on my lap,” he grins, patting his thighs.

“Uh-huh.” You eye him thoughtfully for a moment, your lips still curled in a smile. “Keep your hands over there, handsome.”

Dante opens his mouth, but you’re already grabbing the hem of your shirt, and you pull it carefully over your head, nearly dissolving into another fit of giggles at how his eyes pop with surprise. You fold the fabric and set it on the dashboard, and then you unbutton your jeans and shimmy them down your legs, so that all you’re left in is the matching white lace set of underwear.

“Oh, hell yeah.” He grins, holding a hand out.

You grab the steering wheel to pull yourself over the console, climbing into the driver’s side where Dante sits. The wheel turns slightly, knocking you off balance, and you catch yourself with your knee jabbing into his thigh and your elbow hitting the horn and letting off a short beep!

“Easy there,” he winces. Dante grabs your waist and heaves you over, and you press against his chest as you try to figure out a way to straddle him. But he’s so damn big that there’s barely room for him, let alone your legs. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, and with you draped halfway over him, one of your feet on the floor, he grabs your backside and moves in for another kiss, teasing the backs of your thighs.

“Dante,” you murmur. He goes still, waiting, and that’s something that never fails to make you ache: no matter what you’re doing, or where you are, or what you’re saying, he listens. He waits for you. “Can you . . .?”

You nudge his thigh with your knee, and he grunts and shifts as much as he can. But there’s still not enough room for you to straddle him properly; with a huff, he grabs your hips and turns you, pulling your back to his chest and cradling your legs between his own. “Better?”

“Yeah, but, uh . . .” You lean your head back on his shoulder so you can look at him as you grind your backside against his crotch. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh, I’ll figure it out. Don’t you worry.” He grabs your chest with one hand as the other dips to the top of your panties, and Dante’s mouth presses to your neck, leaving an open-mouthed kiss as he starts to play with your body.

Your eyes drift closed as he works. The two of you have been together for years, and he knows every inch of you, and it isn’t long at all before you’re purring under his touch. “That’s my girl,” he mumbles when you arch and grab at his hair.

You try to open your legs wider, but there’s only so much room on his lap. One knee presses uncomfortably against the door, the other halfway wrapped around the gearshift, and Dante groans as you wiggle in his lap. “Careful, babe, or this’ll be over before we get started,” he laughs.

He removes his hand from between your legs and slides it upwards so he can cup both breasts in his large palms. “There’s just not enough room,” you complain. “Why do you have to be so damn big?”

Dante laughs and presses his hips up, and you can feel the outline of his cock, stiff under his jeans, rub against your rear. “Thought you liked it big,” he says as he kisses your shoulder.

You dip your hand between your bodies to give him a squeeze. “This? Yes. I love how it tastes, and how it feels. But I’m not so much a fan of trying to fit both of us in one seat with how broad you are.”

“Got an idea,” he says after a moment. He pushes your forward, giving your backside a playful smack as he reaches over and pops the door open. There is some fumbling, and you’re pressed to the dashboard as he climbs out, and then Dante readjusts the seat before opening the backdoor. He shuts the driver’s side and slips into the back, which is a full bench instead of the bucket seats up front.

He grabs his coat and tosses it into the passenger’s seat and does a bit of a pose as he pulls the back door shut. “Can you climb over?” he asks with a smile.

“I think I can manage that.” Your first thought—to try and make it sexy—quickly proves futile. It’s nearly impossible to clamber over the center console and put a seductive sway in your hips, so you settle for quite literally sliding into his lap, pushing your hair over your shoulder with a laugh. “Next time we do this, I say we use the van.”

“The van, huh?” He grabs at your hips with a lascivious grin.

“More room.”

“Nero would kill us.”

“If he found out.”

You push his shirt up as he laughs again, lifting his arms to help. “You always have the best ideas,” he sighs.

Dante slides his hands into your hair and pulls you into another kiss; this one is deep and passionate and has you gasping against his tongue as you can do nothing to surrender to it. Your hands roam his chest, circling his nippes before tracing the deeply carved muscle, moaning softly when you feel his stomach twitching under your touch. “Lower, babe,” he says against your lips before taking them again, and you easily open his belt and yank the zipper of his jeans down before reaching inside.

He huffs against your mouth when your fingers curl around the base to tug him free, and once the denim is out of the way you give him a slow, appreciative stroke. You’ve seen other dicks, yes, but there’s something about his that’s truly pretty, and you’ve always wondered if that has something to do with his heritage. Dante bucks into your hand, sliding his erection against your palm with another low huff. Then he moves one of his hands down, his wrist brushing yours as he plunges his hand into your panties.

You moan into his mouth when he finds your clit, stroking her boldly. Meanwhile your own hand pumps a steady rhythm up and down the long length of his rigid cock, the air inside the car getting warmer by the second. “Know what this reminds me of?” he pants.

“Hm?”

“That cabin we stayed in on that job up north. The one that was nothing but a shack.”

You laugh against his kiss, remembering it well. It was a fishing hut, to be more accurate, enough room for an overstuffed chair and a small table and nothing else: no bed, no stove, not even a toilet. The client had offered a place to stay as you hunted a creature on his property, and too late to head back and risk getting lost in the woods, you’d roughed it for the night, with you sleeping in his lap as you huddled for warmth. “At least this time I’m not freezing my nuts off,” he teases, using his free hand to yank down the fabric of your bra so he can palm your exposed breast.

You bite your lip, pressing your chest out and dropping your head to his shoulder. “I’m sure we could have found a way to keep them warm.”

He chuckles again, but says nothing, and you tilt your head when his hair tickles your cheek to give him access to your throat. His lips trace along your skin, and you sink into the warmth of him.

You continue on like this for several minutes, kissing and stroking one another, Dante sampling your throat before you bite on his ear. Soon the windows are fogged and both of you are panting hard, and you can feel his cock leaking as much as you yourself are as you stroke him. “Dante . . .” you groan. “I need you.”

He lifts his head from where he’s sucking leisurely on your nipple, catching your chin between your teeth before yanking your panties to the side. “C’mon and do it, babe,” he says.

“Put your hands on the seats.”

He obeys immediately, and you listen to the leather squeak when he reaches behind his head to grasp at the top of the bench. You give him another stroke before lining him up; your head drops back with a long moan as you sink down on him, your body so sensitive that you can feel the blunt head as it stretches your walls, the stiff length that fills you until you’re shaking. Usually, you’d stop before the base, but you want as much of him as you can get, so you work your hips until your bodies are flush and you’re gasping from having him so deep.

“Babe, you look so fuckin’ hot right now,” Dante groans, his voice barely more than a rasp.

You grin and tilt your head, peeking an eye at him. “You’re right. This was a good idea.”

You hold onto his shoulders as you start to move your hips, sliding up and down his length. Dante makes a sound deep in his throat, his arms flexing as he grips the headrest above. “You’re ridin’ my cock like this and I was right about somethin’? Fuck, it’s my lucky day.”

“Are you sure?” You give a breathless laugh. “We’re on a job, which means you’re going to have to fight with the scent of sex on you. I hope you don’t get distracted.”

“You’re always a goddamn distraction,” he pants. Dante’s eyes roam your body as he lifts his hips to meet yours, pumping into you to match your rhythm. “I love distractions.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Before he can reply, you lean in to kiss him, sucking at his lips. The car fills with a heady scent as condensation beads on your skin, and you breathe all of it in, ignoring how his jeans chafe at your thighs and your knees start to stick to the leather seat. The whole thing reminds you of that ridiculous scene from some movie the two of you had watched together and, with a grin, you lean up to press your hand against one of the windows.

Dante slides down a bit on the seat, angling so he can look up at you. His hands move to your waist and he easily lifts you before guiding your body back down, picking up the pace as he reaches his chin up to take a soft bite from the inside curve of your breast. He continues to lift his hips to meet you, slamming into you hard and deep each time until your mouth hangs open with a moan with every pass.

“That’s it,” he pants. “That’s it, baby.”

His grip squeezes and relaxes with every flex of his hips, his mouth hot and insistent against your flesh. “I wish we weren’t in a car,” you mumble.

He peeks up at you. “Why?”

Your thoughts are a jumble of his mouth between your legs and his body pinning yours to the mattress, and you try to pluck one image from the myriad swirling within your mind. “I like it when you fuck me from behind.”

Dante’s answering laugh sends a shiver through you. “Next time, I’ll bend you over the hood of the car,” he says. “Would you like that?”

“Mm,” you sigh. You cup his face and pull him to your lips, kissing him teasingly as you rest for a moment, his cock filling you completely.

His hands slide from your waist around to your backside, taking your body in a firm grip. You wrap your arms around his neck, slowly grinding your hips as he massages your rear; then he slides his fingers along your seam, making you groan as he strokes your body. “You ready to come yet, babe?” he murmurs, the tone of his voice dark as he touches her and begins to pump his hips slowly.

“If I say no?” you murmur.

He grabs your hair and pulls you forward against him. “Then you’re getting left behind, because I’m about to fill you up.”

You look up at him, holding his gaze as you tug his hand from your hair and guide it between your legs. His lips curl ever-so-slightly before you cover them with your own, and you gasp against them when he dips his fingers under your hood and begins to give your clit quick, firm strokes.

Murmuring his name, you lean forward to seal your mouth over his. You grind against his hand as you rock your hips, riding him hard as you chase the orgasm that is rapidly approaching. Tilting up, you lean forward so he has to lift his chin to stay connected by your kiss, and at the new angle his cock hit a spot inside you that sends pleasure ricocheting through your body.

"Dante!" you shout just as your orgasm hits. It feels like your nerves are snapping, electricity pulsing as you break from the kiss and arch your back. You hear him laugh as his mouth presses to your chest, giving you a love bite, but his touch is relentless as he works your clit through the waves of pleasure.

You're a mess of trembling limbs and heaving breath when he lets out a groan that is feral and deep, and you sag against him as his hips begin to batter your thighs, his seed filling you in searing pulses. There's so much of it that it slips back over his cock as he empties within you, his teeth biting your skin harshly enough to bruise; then he slows, pumping leisurely instead of frantically, until he's merely rocking against you. Dante nuzzles your chest, your neck, planting a trail of sweet kisses while he cradles you against him.

"You alright?" he rasps. You give a little nod. With a low curse from him and a whimper from you, he slides his cock out of your body. "Holy shit."

You laugh, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "Yeah."

Dante massages your back for a minute as your breathing slowly returns to normal. "Hey babe?" he murmurs.

"Hm?"

"I think we got company."

You bolt upright to see him nodding towards the window, his brows drawn into a frown. "Is it the cops?" you gasp.

"I wish." Awkwardly Dante tries to slide out from under you, and you try to untangle your limbs in the cramped backseat while grabbing clothes. It is a flurry of movement that has you both jabbed with elbows until he pulls the latch on the door and Dante falls halfway out, his head on the grass outside and his pants caught up on the seatbelt and pooled around his knees.

You peer over him to see the demon lumbering from the shadows, its baleful glare fixed on the car, and you groan as you lean over the front seat to grab his guns to toss to him. "Goddamn it," you mutter. "Morrison is gonna kill us if we wreck his car."

#dmc #devil may cry #dante sparda #dante/reader #dante x reader #dmc dante #smut #reader insert #writing #oneshot #sweat and leather

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adorable-american · 4 years

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Alfred gets drunk

Alfred always had a drink or two when visiting in Europe. To him it wasn't a big deal, he couldn't drink back home but did socially while visiting the other nations. He never had gotten drunk before, having dealt with Arthur made him aware of how much he had to drink and at what point he should stop.

"You like him don't you mon ami?" Francis interrupted the American's train of thought. He had gone out to the pub with Matthew, Francis, Antonio, Lovino, and Gilbert.

Alfred blanked having been caught off guard with the question. If anything he had been complaining all evening about how the Brit constantly got onto him at their meetings. No matter how small or inconvenient the matter was; it could be something serious as interrupting someone speaking and nodding off in matters that didn't concern him, or somethings small as clicking his pen.

"You should call him out on paying more attention to you than the meeting." Gilbert smirked. The tone of his voice marked the sarcasm but he was actually right.

"For real though!" Alfred agreed.

"You didn't answer Francis." His own brother spoke up. Noting how he blatantly ignored the Frenchman.

"Me? Like him? How could I like someone who constantly nitpicks me like that." Alfred huffed. Taking a large gulp of the drink Gilbert ordered him. He was his third drink of the night. He would have to stop soon. But in the moment he felt like no one was on his side with the matter at hand. He did like the Brit but understood the constant bickering for dislike and discontent. He thought Arthur hated him and was pushing him away. He didn't understand any of it.

"Oh hello, mind if I join?"

Alfred groaned. "Speak of the devil" he said in a hushed tone to Francis who was closest to him.

Francis did his best not to laugh and invited the englishman to join them. To which Alfred glared at him.

"Thanks, I just finished setting up tomorrow's presentation and left the conference room." Arthur said in a matter-of-fact tone, sliding into the seat beside Alfred.

"Well I think-" Alfred began.

"That we were just ordering another round! Care for a beer?!" Gilbert exclaimed, slapping England on the shoulder. Jostling him against Alfred as they were now crammed around the table.

"No, I probably shouldn't-" Alfred began again but the Prussian insisted. Saying he'd pay for this round. Alfred bit his lip. Who was he to turn down a free drink, wasn't it considered rude mannerism for some. He wasn't sure and instead kept quiet.

"Can you scoot over, you're practically on top of me!" Arthur shoved himself away from Alfred.

"There's no room!" Alfred was already fuming with anger from the meeting. This couldn't go too well.

A waitress brought the next round over, Alfred quickly drank it down as he was trying hardest to hold his tongue.

"Chug chug chug!" Gilbert encouraged him.

As Alfred slammed the mug down on the table someone had pushed another in front of him. He picked it up and downed it and a third one. Six beers in the matter of an hour. Alfred could feel the effects. "Ugh. I'm done for real guys. No more-"

"Giving in already?" Alfred looked around for the voice, surprised to find it was Arthur himself encouraging him. "Come now, drink up." He said pushing his ale towards the American. "Come to think of it, have you ever been drunk before?"

"N-nope." Alfred said, slowly grabbing the bottle of Ale. He'd never had this before, before bringing it to his lips he could already smell the alcohol. Sipping it curiously someone tipped the bottle up, Alfred choked but whoever was holding the bottle didn't let up. A chorus of "chug chug chug" was going around. He could feel the burning in his throat and the heat rising to his cheeks. Once the bottle had been emptied the gathering crowd cheered for him. Taking a breather, the crowd quickly lost interest from the group. It didn't take Alfred long to get over that choked feeling and soon he started ordering shots. He had lost count and was past the point of caring. Instead he felt really good and wanted to keep going.

"Alfred, love, come on. Everyone else is leaving or already has." Arthur dragged the drunk American away from the dance floor where he'd been stumbling about in attempt to dance.

"Na-uh" he grunted, gesturing to all the strangers around him.

"No, I meant our friends, your brother. Don't forget we have to be up early again in the morning." Arthur pleaded. Taking Alfred by the hand and rubbing his hand across Alfred's back as he coaxed him towards the door.

Afred stumbled along with him bumping and leaning into Arthur. "You smell nice!" Alfred shouted. Pressing his face against the man, inhaling deeply. "You always smell nice, I love it."

"Mhm." Arthur hummed a reply as he righted Alfred on his feet. Steadying him at arm's length as he hailed for a taxi.

Once inside a taxi Alfred was pressed against Arthur again. Twirling the other's tie around and gently pulling on it. "You don't believe me? I swear! I wouldn't lie to you!"

"I-I believe you Alfred. Please stop." Arthur pulled his tie away. Alfred was so cute and the redness in his cheeks was making it hard for Arthur to resist him.

"W-would you ever lie to me, ARthUr?" Alfred's voice was becoming rough from all the singing and shouting he had done at the pub.

"No, I wouldn't-" Arthur was cut off.

"Then why yooo hate meh?"

"W-what!? I-I don't hate you..." Arthur's brows knit together in confusion. Alfred laughed and poked the spot where Arthur's brows were knit.

"YoUR brOWS" Alfred giggled and laid his head against Arthur's chest. "I love you. I love you so much! I wish you didn't hate me." Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's middle.

Arthur tensed from all the touching but he couldn't speak or think to push Alfred away. "You love me?" He couldn't seem to process what was being said.

"SO damn MYUCH" Alfred's voice cracked as he cursed causing it to come out quiter.

"T-then why do you think I hate you?" Arthur still wasn't processing.

"Because you so mean! Nag nag nag. You no let me make you smile. I try so hard." Alfred was making less sense as they neared the hotel.

Arthur didn't speak as he felt his heart break. He cared so much for Alfred but it was coming off as hatred?? He paid for the cab and dragged Alfred out of the cab, which wasn't too hard as Alfred was trying to smack Arthur's ass and fell onto the pavement.

"Owww" Alfred wined. Being pulled to his feet again he leaned most of his weight onto Arthur who was keeping him steady.

Reaching Alfred's room Arthur started checking Alfred's pant pockets for the key, Alfred however took the touching as being shown the attention he was craving, and pushed Arthur against the door and kissed him.

The kiss was sloppy as Alfred was so uncoordinated and missed Arthur's mouth. Arthur didn't reciprocate with the drunk American even as he found Arthur's lips. Arthur quickly found the key and pushed Alfred away. Just before Alfred got the idea to use tongue. Alfred was still all over the brit as he fumbled to unlock the door and get inside. Once the door was open Arthur pushed Alfred to the bed and let him fall onto the bed.

"God, you gorgeous. So sexzy." Alfred sat up, reaching for Arthur who pulled away from his reach. Alfred pouted, poking his bottom lip as much as he could. "You do hate me! You just gonna bring me here and leave aren't you!?" Alfred twisted away from Arthur who just rolled his eyes and sat down in the desk chair that was provided in each room.

"I don't hate you Alfred." He sighed looking defeated.

Alfred kept his back to him, curling in on himself and refusing to move. Arthur watched him like he was studying him. It amazed the brit how openly affectionate drunk!Alfred was. It made sense he guessed- Alfred always did seem to be rather reserved or plain bad at it when it came to any form of affection or flirtation. So alcohol gave him the courage to act as loving as he wanted? Arthur questioned and started thinking of Alfred's hippie phase and thought it sounded accurate.

It didn't take long for Alfred to get bored and start moving again though. He was quickly in Arthur's lap, curling up against him. His arms wrapped around the other's neck and he was sitting bridal style in Arthur's lap.

"If you not love me why you still here?" He asked like it was nothing, his wide blue eyes finally seemed to be focusing again.

"Alfred, I told you. I do love you. And I'm here, to make sure you are ok." He sighed, his own heartache causing him to be sad. Cautiously, he wrapped an arm around Alfred, supporting his upper body and removing his hands from behind his neck.

Alfred buried his face against the crook of Arthur's neck, adjusting himself into a more upright position. And taking Arthur's hand into his own. Playing with the other's fingers, kissing his knuckles, or simply holding onto his hand. "Don't leave me." He said quietly.

Arthur didn't respond but instead allowed himself to rest his own chin atop Alfred's head. Kissing the blond hair once he heard snoring. "I love you too."

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The next day Alfred found himself in the bed and Arthur fast asleep in the desk chair. He was fully clothed and his hands were folded over his stomach. Alfred looked himself over, his shirt and jacket were elsewhere but he could see his suit pants folded neatly at the foot of the bed. He was still wearing his underwear and yesterday's undershirt. He doesn't know how he got there or how england ended up being there but he was glad for it. Even though his head was pounding he couldn't seem to tear away from the view as morning light seeped in, falling delicately over the handsome brit. 'If only he liked me the way I liked him' was all Alfred could think.

#hetalia #ukus #usuk #aph america #alfred f jones #aph england #arthur kirkland

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 5 years

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Nothing like her

Summary: Reader is married to Eddie (she wasn’t a part of the losers club), when Eddie gets a call from Mike. Going back to Derry reignites his love for Richie, but he can’t just stop loving the reader either.

AN: the summary sucks lol so does the title but whatever. Let me know what you think! If you have any requests feel free to send them in! (not my gif credit to whoever made it)

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but whatever the hell this was certainly wasn’t it. ‘Eddie’ you says breathlessly, ‘what happened?’ You urgently run towards Eddie and grab his hand, pulling him towards the couch. On his face was a huge gauche where from blood was seeping. You instantly reach out towards the patch taking it off gently. Eddie’s hand grasp yours in an attempt to pull them away. You don’t let it stop you, gasping as you finally see the wound, still seeping blood as if a faucet was turned open. You almost barf and turn away instantly. It’s then that you notice 5 others standing nearby. You frown towards them, every single one of them look like they’ve been through hell. ‘Y/N, please it’s fine, it almost stopped bleeding until just know.’ Your husband speaks up. You turn towards Eddie once more, taking notice immediately of his hand that is covering his cheek. He is touching blood, and he isn’t even freaking out about it. It takes you aback, because you had never seen him so casual in any other circumstances before. He could never go on vacation with you because he didn’t trust that the country you were going to visit was free of transmittable deceases, yet here he was, looking as if he went through a huge pile of garbage.

He readjust the gauze with a small warm smile towards you, before his eyes glance over to someone behind you. Though you’re not thoroughly convinced that everything is fine, you allowed yourself to drop your hands back into your lap, fumbling with your bracelet like you always do once your nervous. Someone steps into your line of vision, crouching down next to Eddie and handing him his jacket. He turn to you after and says, ‘I’m Richie, you must be Eddie’s wife. Damn Ed’s, you didn’t think to tell me you had a smoking hot wife?’ He laughs, but even you, never having met him before, could tell that he was deeply troubled. ‘Yes, I’m Y/N. I don’t... where did you.. What’s going on’? You stumbled over your words, because you still have no idea what the hell was happening.

‘Miss Kaspbrak, I’m sure you have lots of questions but please, can we talk about it later once we take a have taking a shower’? A man asks, you recognize his voice from the phone, his name is Mike something. You nod numbly, reaching out to grab Eddie’s hand, but you stop once you realize that he’s looking at Richie. He’s not just looking, his staring at him, like he’s not gonna doing anything until Richie gives him the clear to go. Richie, however is staring at you intently. Like he’s trying to read who you are as a person but through your appearance, you don’t like that. You frown at Richie and proceed to stand up in a swift movement. ‘fine, but as soon as you guys are clean I wanna know what the hell happened here.’

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Once you finally make it to the hotel where Eddie has been staying, apparently, you go to the bar and grab a drink. You know that drinking is probably not a good way to deal with this, but you can’t help but give yourself a break. The whisky burns when you drown it down, just like the helpless feeling you felt when Eddie packed his stuff and left without a proper explanation. You tried to talk to him once the phone call came, tried to get him to take a few breaths before storming out, but he was determined to go, so he left like he was chased by the devil.

You hadn’t know what to think, you liked to believe that you and Eddie told each other most things. You felt a little weirded out by the fact that he never really told you about his childhood, only that the place was called Derry, and him telling you that he didn’t remember felt a little like an excuse, but you respected his decision to not talk about it. When he left though you had panicked, and wondered if it was something that you did to drive him away. Suddenly the cold hard fear returned whiles you started at the eyes in your glass slowly melting. Was he going to leave you? It was the thought that had driven you to come here too, because you needed to know, you needed to know if he wanted to stop your marriage and you needed to hear it from him directly, or you’d never get closure. You had forgotten all about it once you had actually reached Derry, and were told by a random passer-by that Eddie and his friends were going to the sewers. You had laughed thinking it was a joke, yet for some reason you felt urged to check it out with the man anyway. What was even weirder ‘‘twas that once you reached an old abandoned , creepy house the man let out a shout if pain, before disappearing. You hadn’t given it a second thought, once you saw the house beginning to shake, before Eddie and his friends came out running, all of them looking bloody and bruised.

‘Why are you here?’ You heard a hard voice, filled with nothing but venomous hatred laced between it ask you. You tilted your head towards him, even though you already knew it was Richie. His cold stare did nothing to calm you down from the day you just had, and not for the first time you wished that Eddie was here to defend you. You didn’t know any of these people, yet they, especially Richie, acted as if you were filth in the bottom of their shoe. You gulped slightly, before ordering another whisky, for you surely we’re gonna need it.

Richie himself order a whisky too, before sitting down on the chair next to yours, his gaze still lingering on you. You could tell from the way he was sitting, rigid, with his legs crossed over each other, leaning as far back as he could, that he was not open to any small talk. Your years as being a teacher had made sure you could read people like that.

He looked considerably better, now that he had taken a shower and the first and blood were off of his clothes. His eyes still looked tired though, and were burning with a hatred you did nothing to deserve. He gave you a familiar vibe, and only know did you remember why. He was a comedian, a good one at that, one that you and Eddie watched every single morning. You laughed everytime and had jokingly told Eddie that if you ever met the guy you three could have a threesome. Right now sitting here with the comedian himself, you weren’t sure how you could have ever thought that he looked like a nice person.

‘Why are you here?’ He repeated his question. You looked up to see him swing down the entirety of his glass without him breaking eye contact. You gulped once again.

‘I was worried about my husband, not that it’s any of your business.’ You replied, maybe a little to sharply. You weren’t used to being started at like that in a long time.

Richie scoffed. ‘Really, because last time I checked, Eddie didn’t tell us anything about you. Just that the two of you were married.’

You tried to hide your flinch behind a cough. You had to admit, that one hurt. It seemed like Richie had more human knowledge than you thought, because he had hit the mark with that remark.

‘Well, I still care about him, I’m his wife you know. He left so shaken up that I just wanted to make sure he was alright.’

‘There you have it, you didn’t think Eddie could take care of himself? Deal with it in his own?’ Richie spewed out towards you, neither of you taking notice of the other presence that was arriving in the room, nor the next one.

‘I.. excuse me, deal with what? He left without even saying anything I was just worried. Of course I think Eddie could take care of himself.’

Richie only shook his head, ‘seems to me that you’re just like his mother.’

Ding ding ding, that one hit the jackpot. You didn’t even bother trying to hide your flinch, your fist clenched so tightly around your glass it seemed close to breaking.

You hated Sonia with your entire being. When you first met Eddie, in a coffee shop, he had been with Sonia. You had been staring at the man who seemed to be losing his cool, before even noticing that he was rather handsome. His mother was talking, but you paid her no mind as you focused on not bursting out in laughter at seeing the man so frustrated. It was funny because the woman didn’t even seem to be paying attention to anything her son was saying, even though you could the man roll his eyes every two seconds.

The two of you had made eye contact when the man had heard your muffled giggle you couldn’t stop from coming out, and when you did, he smiled brightly at you. He had whispered something towards his mother before making his way over to you and giving you his number.

You had giggled then, because you hadn’t heard what she was saying. Once you got to know Eddie, and by default Sonia, you resented that woman with everything you got. She was an all-around awful person, who never deserved such a good man as her son. When you and Eddie got closer, you started to notice all the scars his upbringing had left on him, and god did you hate what that woman had done to him.

Eddie didn’t think he could do anything by himself, or that he couldn’t do anything right anyway so he might as well just leave it to his mother, or later to his wife.

You had tried everyday since the day you got together to make him see that he was so much more than what his mother made him out to be. And it was a difficult process, but you never gave up. You loved Eddie as the real Eddie, not the one his mother made him out to be.

You off course, had to spend a lot of time with Sonia, and she had actually liked you. Maybe it was because you were polite, even though it killed you to be so, Eddie had asked that of you, and you listened. You didn’t want to cause him more pain or struggles anyway. She had liked you and in turn that had made you afraid that you were like her. You had always been the mother of your friends, who looked out for others. You cooked dinner for everyone and reminded them when their appointments were, that was something you had always done, yet you were afraid that it made you like Sonia as well.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but you tried with all your might to instead show Richie the anger you felt for him, behind those tears.

Richie immediately looked shocked, as if he didn’t expect his words to have such an affect.

‘I’m.. I’m not..’ you tried to get out that you were nothing like her, but it felt as if you words were sticking to the side of your throat, and you couldn’t.

‘Richie stop it.’ Eddie spoke out, his eyes looked mildly panicked around staring in yours once you finally made eye contact. ‘It’s... she’s not like that.’

You shook your head, finally taking notice of all the other people in the room, looking like they would much rather be anywhere but here.

You bolted out of your seat, storming passed Eddie and Beverly, as you came to find out, towards the entrance of the hotel.

‘Y/N, please wait, Richie is just. Look he used to be my best friend okay, he’s just looking out for me.’ Eddie tried to explain, running behind you in a blind panic.

You turned around harshly, already trying to stop the tears that kept flowing.

‘If he used to be your best friend than why the hell did you never say anything to before this? Jesus Eddie we watch his show all the damn time. Just tell me why you came back here without saying anything, without even telling me what’s going on? Is it.. do you... Do you like him Eddie? Because I need to know. I can’t compete with someone who has loved you since you were a kid’.

He looked positively shocked. ‘Richie doesn’t love me.’

You shake your head bitterly. ‘Oh god please Eddie. I’ve been here for 5 hours and I can already tell he would do anything for you, just like you would do anything for him. Just don’t do this me okay? Don’t keep me on the line. If you want to be with Richie you gotta tell me now, because if that’s the case than I deserve better than someone who doesn’t love me back.’

You take hard breaths after your rant, giving up on trying to wipe those tears away. Instead you stare into Eddie’s eyes, daring him to say something back.

‘I’m sorry. I am. I shouldn’t have compared you to Sonia. That was wrong and nobody deserves that’. Richie says, walking up behind Eddie with his arms raised in a surrendering sign.

‘It’s true, Eds. I can’t believe your wife figured it out in like an hour but it’s true. I’ve loved you since we were kids. But you know what I was just being cruel’, he looks at you now, ‘because I could see that the two of you care about each other. I don’t wanna get in the way of that’.

You can tell on his face that he isn’t used to be being this honest and open about his feelings, so you appreciate the gesture. Before Eddie can respond anything, you cut in again.

‘Eddie, I just want you to be happy okay? That’s all I’ve ever wanted. If you want to be with Richie then as much as it’ll hurt me, I won’t argue. I love you enough to let you be happy.’ You says, your voice cracking on some words, especially after seeing Eddie crying as well.

‘Oh fuck’, you hear Richie yell, ‘how in the fuck’s name did I ever compare you to Sonia’.

Despite everything, you laugh. Soon the three of you are crying, despite the weird situation you find yourself in. After the laughter dies down, Eddie speaks again.

‘I’ll never be completely happy, without both of you in my life’. He’s not making eye contact with anyone, clearly too afraid of the repercussions of his words.

Richie and you make eye contact again, both of you looking slightly confused. ‘What you mean in like a threesome’?

‘Fucking hell Rich, yes only lore than sex’s’. Eddie becomes bright red at his little outburst, yet he can’t help feeling his anxiety lessen now that his feeling are out in the table.

Richie shrugs, ‘well I guess it can’t hurt to go on a date,’ he smiles, and for the first you notice that he looks cute when he smiles. ‘But before you do that, can we please reintroduce ourselves? Hi, I’m Richie.’

He says holding his hand out towards you. You hesitate, you had never even considered this possibility. You guessed Richie was right though, what could it hurt to try. If it didn’t work out, you could always figure out another solution.

You grab his hand softly, a sweet smile playing in your lips. ‘Hi, I’m Y/N.’

The three of you beam to each other.

#reddie #reader #reddie x reader #reddie imagine #polyamarous #the losers club imagines #eddie x reader #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader

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nightskyhoseok · 4 years

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Éternel: Wings of Fire [BTS Dragon!AU]

Pairings: BTS x OC Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Drama Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, lowkey hate it but lowkey proud of it at the same time???

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I awoke with a strange warmth encasing me. Curious of the source, I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the bright morning sun. I peeked over my shoulder, only to see Yoongi sleeping directly behind me, his lips dangerously close to my neck and his hands gently holding my waist, pressing me close to his body. With the immediate flush of heat to my face, I attempted to move and stand up, but I was quickly pulled back down, causing me to scream from the sudden action.

“I was sleeping just fine. Why did you have to move?” Yoongi muttered in his trademark sleepy, grumpy voice, probably pouting as well. I turned my head to look at him and my eyes met with his, although they looked like they were about to close any minute.

“Yoongi, come on, we’ve gotta get up,” I said, trying to stand again when Yoongi unexpectedly moved on top of me, pinning me down to the mattress, but still in a sleeping position. My face was probably hotter than a furnace at this point.

“Mmm, better…” The way he spoke was so seductive I swear I was going to explode right then and there. I eventually was able to wriggle out of his grasp and roll over onto the floor, and as I scrambled to my feet, Yoongi spoke up again, this time sounding more like a whine. “Ahh, you’re no fun, Princess.”

“W-What did you just call me?” I stuttered, my mouth slightly hanging open, but I quickly shook my head and regained my focus. “I’m serious, get your ass up.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Don’t act like a child. It’s an important day today.”

“If it’s so important, then let me sleep in so I have more energy.” Yoongi slowly pulled the covers over his head, only for me to yank them off, revealing his bare, milky chest.

‘When did he take off his shirt?!’ I thought, trying my hardest to look at anything else other than the faint outline of his abs.

“You’re so annoying. Get up before I bring the boys in here.”

“That the best you got, Princess?”

“Min Yoongi!”

“Yes?” He looked up innocently, flashing a small smirk with a discreet wink.

“I don’t have time for your shit!” I threw a pillow at him, yet he laid there, unfazed.

“Too bad. That’s what happens when you wake up the devil inside of me.”

“I’ve already tamed that son of a bitch a long time ago. Now get up.”

“I’ll get up if you gimme a kiss.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to kill you.” I sent him a death glare, and he returned an equally scary look, one that almost made my knees buckle beneath me.

“It’s just on the cheek.” He raised an eyebrow at my clearly unimpressed expression. “I guess I’m not getting up then.” He rolled his eyes, turning his back to me, snoring obnoxiously loud just to irritate me.

“God! Fine, come here.” I sighed in defeat and made my way over to the bed as Yoongi turned over with the smile of a champion. I took a breath and leaned in close to his face, ready to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek when he suddenly grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back and climbed on top of me, pinning me to the bed by my wrists as he carefully straddled my waist.

“I win,” He smirked, leaning just close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips.

“Maya! Good morning-“ I heard a voice say as the door to my bedroom swung open, revealing Hoseok who was standing in the doorway, the rest of the boys lurking behind him. As soon as their brains comprehended what was happening, both Namjoon and Seokjin scurried to cover Jungkook’s eyes, while Hoseok screamed and Jimin and Taehyung just giggled at the scene.

“Don’t you know how to knock?!” I yelled, my heart running at a million miles per hour and my face fuming with heat. I quickly pushed Yoongi off of me once his grip loosened from shock and stood up, wanting to bury my face in my hands in embarrassment. While I was busy getting all flustered, Yoongi just shrugged and picked his shirt up from the floor and threw it on.

“Namjoon-ah, I told you it’d be a bad idea to go to her room!” Seokjin argued, punching Namjoon’s chest, causing him to uncover Jungkook’s eyes and chase after Jin, who was now running away like a maniac.

“If anyone ever brings this up again, I’m throwing you out with Balki’s Nightmare,” I muttered, grabbing Yoongi’s hand to yank him out of the room and down the hall, the other boys following until we eventually caught up with Namjoon and Seokjin, the whole group now together.

“Uh, Noona, I wanted to ask earlier, what’s Balki’s Nightmare?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Oh, well, how do I put this… it’s a dragon with nine heads.”

“Nine?” Jimin gasped, his mouth hanging open in such an adorable way.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s only one and she lives all the way up in the mountains. Anyways, forget that. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us. My servants left clothes in your wardrobes in each of your rooms. Please wear long pants and boots, but still choose something comfortable. We’re going to be traveling quite a bit today.”

With that, the group broke up and each of us headed back to our rooms to pick out our own clothes and change into them. As I changed, I found my pair of sturdy, metallic fans in my closet, and decided to bring them along, placing them in a matching holster. I met back up with the boys in front of my bedroom, as I instructed. I led them to the kitchen, where, surprisingly, breakfast was already awaiting us. A familiar dark-skinned woman with hot pink hair was standing in front of the sink, washing some dishes when I suddenly jumped onto her from behind, laughing from excitement and joy.

“Oh my god, Maya! You’re back!” She said, immediately recognizing me as she embraced me.

“It’s so good to see you, Fawn,” I smiled, pulling back to see her equally bright smile.

“Oh, who are these men?”

“Fawn, meet BTS. Boys, this is Fawn Potter.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Fawn greeted politely, bowing to the boys.

“Likewise,” Namjoon said, returning the gesture. After Hyunae, Samantha, and Minjun came down to join us, we all sat and ate breakfast, first thanking Fawn for going out of her way to cook, of course. We talked and laughed, even Minjun, who was now acting normally and more cheerful than the last time I saw him, and the boys appreciated that. Once we finished eating, Samantha and Minjun offered to clean up so I could get the boys moving, and I thanked them then led the seven outside to the nearby stables.

“Woah,” Jimin gawked in awe at the gigantic barn standing before him. I softly laughed at his reaction and headed to the door, grabbing the chain at the side to pull it down, the door slowly rising up to reveal at more than two dozen stalls lined up, a soft yellow light illuminating the inside of the barn, shining on the animals that were stationed in their stalls.

“Horses?” Taehyung pondered, looking at the animals, their coats shiny and their spirits high.

“We use the horses when we need to lay low. Plus, I don’t want you to get on dragons just yet. Might as well get you used to riding on the ground first.”

“Aw, no fair, hyung has a head start,” Jungkook pouted as he pointed to Taehyung, referencing to the past lessons he took.

“We’ve got the whole day ahead of us, Kook, don’t you worry.”

“Mistress! You’ve returned,” A familiar, fair skinned woman exclaimed as she quickly exited the tack room, jogging over to me to give a polite bow.

“Ah, Zenobia, no need to bow. It’s good to see you. We’re just gonna go for a ride.”

“I am always here for assistance,” Zenobia said as she turned to the boys, bowing deeply once again as she returned to the tack room. Castilla, the other stablehand, peeked out and greeted me and the boys, quickly returning to her task.

“Such strange names…” Seokjin commented, walking up to one of the stalls as he gently ran his fingers over the metallic nameplate screwed onto the stall door.

“Sorry about that,” I said, fumbling with a strand of my hair.

“No, it’s cool. Eros sounds beautiful,” He replied, glancing back at the nameplate to make sure he didn’t completely butcher the name. “A beautiful name for a beautiful horse.” The tall, noir horse peeked his head out and looked towards Seokjin, nudging his head against the boy’s body, practically shoving him, but in a loving way.

“He likes you.”

Seokjin smiled as he rested his hand on Eros’ muzzle, gently rubbing it while the young stallion perked his ears and flicked his tail in joy.

“I would say he’s more handsome than me, but I just don’t think that’s possible, don’t you agree?” Jin said cheekily, striking a confident pose, earning groans from the entire group.

“Oh, you two will definitely get along,” I sighed, face palming myself as I turned to the others to see which horses each of them gravitated to. I walked over to Jimin, who was petting a gray, speckled Arabian horse. “Zeta has a strong spirit. She kind of reminds me of you, Jimin.”

I could see his cheeks flush into a light tint of pink at my words, and couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered reaction. Ruffling his hair, I flashed a small smile and headed off to the others. Jungkook was entranced by the muscular horse in front of him, who was resting at the moment, but still full of grace and beauty. As I spoke to Jungkook about Gene, the horse resting right in front of us, I decided that I might as well just let them choose their own horses. After all, I probably would have chosen the same for them anyways.

I made my way over to Taehyung, his eyes wide but his smile bright as he locked his eyes onto the beautiful Azteca standing in front of him, the horse busy grooming itself to notice the gawking boy. I grinned and placed my hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, keeping my eyes locked on the horse, Juno, as I spoke up.

“He’s the pretty boy of the group. You two even have the same hair,” I commented, Taehyung gasping as he realized that in fact, both he and the gelding shared the same wavy, silver hairstyle. Eventually, Juno raised his head and stepped over to Taehyung, resting his large head on the boy’s shoulder after nuzzling his hair with his muzzle. I left them alone and headed over to Hobi, who was practically throwing heart eyes at the buckskin mare. “Hoseokie, I see you’ve chosen Vente.”

“She’s so beautiful,” Hoseok cooed, scratching behind Vente’s ear, earning a cute nicker from her, who was clearly enjoying the special treatment.

“Maya! Can you come here?” Namjoon shouted, my body traveling towards his voice immediately. “He’s a Thoroughbred, right?”

“Yes, Rani’s a Thoroughbred. He’s strong-willed, like you,” I confirmed as I subconsciously pet Rani’s dark muzzle that was poking out from the stall. “And unfortunately, he spooks easily and is also a bit of a klutz.”

“I guess that’s something we can bond over together, then.” Namjoon flashed a quick smile, turning his attention back to Rani, giving me the chance to wander off to Yoongi, who was standing in front of the Clydesdale’s stall, motionless.

“What’s wrong, Yoongs?”

“I just wanted a proper introduction with you around. Someone has to make sure this big girl won’t bite my hand off,” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes, but I was still happy he wanted to wait for me. I clicked my tongue, catching the Clydesdale’s attention. She turned towards us and stuck her head out, briefly sniffing me just to focus entirely on Yoongi, nudging him and playing with his pale blue hair.

“Wow, I’ve never seen Rhoda this affectionate.”

“What can I say? I have that effect,” Yoongi smirked, and I couldn’t help but groan at his cocky remark.

“Aren’t you the charmer? Wait here. Let me get Agro.”

“Agro?” I jogged over to the stall with the nameplate which was engraved with the word Agro in gorgeous cursive letters. Without warning the boys, I opened the stall door and began to walk down to the tack room, the gigantic Gypsy Vanner exiting the stall to follow me.

“Noona! You left the-“ Jungkook began to warn me, but I interrupted him before he could finish.

“It’s okay, I do this with her all the time,” I explained as I lifted up her tack, quickly walking to her side to raise it onto her back. As I adjusted the girth, Taehyung decided to speak up.

“So, should we get the saddles?” He asked.

“Sure. Just put it on with the pommel facing forwards and pull it up slightly behind their withers.”

“Uhh…” Namjoon droned, obviously very lost at the foreign language I was using.

“Their shoulders, Joon.”

“Ah, okay.” With that, the boys went to get their saddles and returned to their designated stalls, tacking their horses, with the help of Zenobia and Castilla, and I showed them how to bridle, which they did as well, not afraid to receive assistance from our stable hands. I grabbed Agro’s reins and tugged her outside, the rest of the boys following me. After we all gathered outside, I took Agro’s reins and threw them over her head, positioning my foot in the stirrup, proceeding to mount her perfectly from the ground. I looked up after checking to see if everything was secure, and all I could see were the boys’ shocked faces.

“You never cease to amaze me,” Yoongi laughed as Zenobia dragged a nearby mounting block to Rhoda, allowing the snowy haired boy to quickly climb on. The rest of the boys followed in his steps, and in a matter of minutes, we were all mounted and ready to go. I went over the basic riding rules, and after they all verified they understood, we set off into the forest, our horses clumping close together so we were traveling as a group.

As we leisurely trailed through the forest, we all messed around and had a few laughs, talking about normal things we’d always talk about - at least until Hoseok practically screamed when a dragon came into sight, his shrill nearly scaring me right off of Agro, even though the dragon was barely bigger than my hand.

“For god's sake, Hobi! My ass is going to go into cardiac arrest one of these days!” I scolded, turning to glare at him.

“I think I might join you,” He whimpered as he pointed forwards, hiding his face in his jacket while I looked in the direction he was pointing to. Only a few yards away from us was another multicolored dragon, resembling a dragonfly, but of course, larger and more ferocious. Tranquil jade eyes sat high within the dragon’s thick, plated skull, which gave the creature a truly frightening appearance. A slim neck ran down from its head and into a wide body, its wings standing high and proud. Its eyes bored into the boys’, but they softened once they came across the sight of me. I nodded towards the dragon, and it skittered off somewhere deeper into the forest, an eerie clicking sound following, becoming more faint as it strayed further away from us.

“I think I just wet myself,” Taehyung said jokingly, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He leaned over to Hoseok, who was frozen still, poking him and waving his hand in front of his face, yet no response was elicited. “And Hobi-hyung passed into another life.” We laughed at his comments as we ventured deeper in, Hoseok eventually loosening up, his fear turning to joy every time we passed by a dragon. Our conversations continued as normal, until Jungkook noticed the fans on my hips and changed the topic.

“Noona, what are those?” He asked, pointing to the golden weapons holstered on either side of me with one hand, his other still holding the reins.

“Oh, these are my weapons, Kook,” I explained, causing all of the boys to widen their eyes at my confession.

“What would you need weapons for?” Seokjin asked curiously.

“As you know, every fairytale has a villain. Usually it’s just one person, but sometimes there can be pairs, groups, or even armies. And they will do everything in their power to get what they want.”

“I-I don’t understand. Why are you talking about fairytales?” Taehyung questioned.

“This life of mine is like a fairytale. My villain, Magister Mortalis, is constantly after me, but it’s not one person. It’s a whole team, and they all have one goal: to assassinate me and burn this island to the ground. Because of this, I’ve learned to fight and defend myself, and, more importantly, the island. Almost every dragon has some sort of defense mechanism, and they’re ready to fight at all times. For myself, I’ve only had to use these fans a few times in the past few years, but not for anything too serious.”

“Does that mean you’ve…”

I pulled back on Agro’s reins, the other horses shortly stopping behind her. My breath hitched and my body shriveled as I realized there was no avoiding the truth anymore. Without looking back at them, I answered coldly.

“Yes. I’ve killed,” I revealed as I lightly kicked Agro’s sides, urging her to walk, the rest of the horses automatically following.

For a moment, we all rode in silence, not daring to look at each other the entire time. I sighed quietly to myself and ran my fingers through my hair, noticing the weight being pressed on my chest. Eventually, as we neared closer to our first destination, I spoke up, my voice surprisingly quiet and reserved.

“Jungkook, can you dismount?”

Hesitantly, the young boy removed his feet from the stirrups and slid off of Gene, slowly walking over to me as I got off Agro. Before us was a small opening, leading into a cave.

As I stepped into the cave, I could feel Jungkook’s presence behind me, and I immediately stopped, turning around to gently push him all the way back to the horses.

“I need you to stay back here,” I ordered, the boy only being able to nod and gulp nervously, unable to produce any words. “Listen. Please, no matter what; don’t speak, don’t move, don’t intervene.”

I gently patted his shoulder, returning to the cave’s opening as I withdrew my fans, hitting them against each other, the sound echoing through the vast walls. Within a matter of seconds, a loud snarl replied to the sudden intrusion, which was my cue to step back into the sunlight, hold my fans in front of my body, and prepare for the creature to approach me.

An albino claw emerged from the darkness, piercing red eyes glowing as the dragon stepped out, its muscular frame and vicious appearance elevating the hair on my skin, and undoubtedly, also the boys’, who were standing by, watching as I came face to face with the ferocious beast. I stepped back as the dragon neared closer, its shoulder movements resembling that of a lion’s, ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.

“Jungkook, meet Quinn,” I said bluntly, causing the youngest to widen his eyes, coming to the realization that this would be his dragon. My words provoked the dragon, a loud roar erupting from its chest as it came closer to me, baring its teeth, still stained with blood from its last meal. Its wings stood proudly, spreading unconsciously as it roared again, with more ferocity than the last. “The Red-Eyed Ravager, one of the best hunting dragons in The Claim you could ever hope to find.”

I stopped in my tracks and dropped my fans, letting them clatter on the ground, prompting a questioning look from Quinn, but nevertheless, he continued to pursue me, with more caution. I dropped to my hands and knees, stretching my left leg back out as I bent my right, planting one hand on the ground, by my waist. With Quinn only a few feet away from me, I closed my eyes and reached out with my free hand, closing the distance between us as I gently placed my palm onto his snout, the steam rising from his nostrils filled with rage, but it quickly transitioned into tranquility. I fluttered my eyes open, and there the beast was, his eyes closed with a certain softness that assured me he was calm.

“Jungkook, it’s okay. You can come now,” I insisted, standing again to face him, a perplexed but intrigued expression on his face. Noticing his hesitation, I patted Quinn as I walked over to Jungkook, the beast following me over to the boy, who was now more stiff than a metal post.

“He won’t hurt me?” Jungkook questioned suspiciously.

“Of course not. That whole thing just now was for respect because I woke him up from his sleep.”

“Reminds me of someone else,” Namjoon joked, eyeing Yoongi, who was looking at the dragon with enriched eyes, but only when I shifted my gaze to him I realized he was now staring at me.

“Yoongi-ah, you’re staring.”

“Hyung’s got a crush~” Taehyung teased, earning a smack from Yoongi who then swiftly returned his attention to me.

“You have such a way with the dragons… it’s amazing,” He said, a small smile creeping onto his lips from the impressive show.

“I grew up with them, Yoongs. It only makes sense,” I smiled, gently rubbing Quinn’s head, earning a low grunt in return.

“Noona, can I?” Jungkook queried, reaching out to the dragon, prompting his question if he could pet him.

“Go ahead, he’s yours.”

Jungkook cautiously placed his hand on Quinn’s snout, a friendly purr returning from the action, causing a wide smile to appear on Jungkook’s golden face. He gently kneeled and continued to shower Quinn with love and adoration, sounds of affection eliciting from the dragon due to his actions.

“Oh, wow,” Jungkook whispered, taking in the sight of the creature before him while I grabbed my fans and secured them into my holsters.

“Quinn might seem scary at first, but once you get to know him, he’s a real sweetheart,” I said as Jungkook stood up, his smile unable to leave his lips, my eyes wandering back to the dragon. “Gyon au.” Quinn happily obeyed and ran back into his cave, disappearing into the darkness as Jungkook and I mounted our horses again, continuing on the path to the next dragon. Not even waiting a second for us to depart from the cave, the boys began to bombard me with questions. I laughed as I tried my best to listen and answer all of them.

“How many dragons are on these islands?” Hoseok asked.

“About 13,000.”

“What other hunting dragons are there?” Namjoon joined.

“Eurasian Rubyhides, Frostbiters, Japanese Vipermuzzles-“

“Don’t these species fight a lot with each other?” Jimin questioned.

“Sometimes, but they know there’ll be consequences if they do.”

Before I knew it, I had answered at least a million questions and we were standing right in front of Taehyung’s dragons’ territory, a large burrowing hole right beneath my feet after I slid off of Agro, calling Taehyung to join me.

“Jesus, how big is this thing?” Taehyung babbled, intimidated by the size of the gaping tunnel standing at his feet.

“She’s a Titan Wing - still pretty small compared to the others - but I think she’ll be good for you,” I replied, leaning into the tunnel to let out a sharp, short whistle, urging Taehyung to step back immediately after the ground began to shake. From the tunnel erupted a gigantic, white, snake like dragon, covered in frills and spines with blank, hostile red eyes jutting into the boys standing underneath her as she rose into the sky. She opened her mouth, ready to let out a deafening scream, when I suddenly yelled out for her, notifying her of my presence. Her expression softened and she landed beside me, curling her body around my figure to hug me. I laughed and gave her a little pat before turning to Taehyung, who she had now noticed and was creeping towards.

“Uh, Maya, help me out here!”

“Hold out your hand.”

“Do what?!”

“Just do it Tae!”

Reluctantly, he tightly shut his eyes and followed my advice, but it turned to his favor as the dragon gently bowed her head, pushing her head so Taehyung’s palm was now resting against her scales. He peeked with one eye, and let out a loud sigh of relief, realizing he was safe.

“I think I wet myself again,” He groaned, earning a chuckle from the rest of us, even the dragon.

“Taehyung, meet Phaedra,” I introduced them to each other. “Phaedra, em ste Taehyung.”

The dragon gently nodded and blew a puff of smoke in Taehyung’s face, chuffing shortly afterwards at his awe stricken face.

“I can’t believe you can actually communicate with dragons,” Taehyung marveled, stepping back to look at me as I tended to Phaedra, brushing dirt and such off of her scales.

“Eventually you’ll have to as well,” I lied, immediately bursting out into laughter at his terrified expression. “I’m kidding, Tae. Unless one of you wants to learn Draconian.” I turned to eye the boys mounted on their horses, all of them jokingly whipping their heads away, whistling innocently and ignoring me. “Alright, alright, I get it. Languages are hard and I’m a buzzkill.” I gently pat Phaedra to let her know she could go. She nodded and slithered back into the tunnel while Taehyung and I mounted our horses, trotting off to the next dragon.

“Am I next?” Jimin asked, raising his hand politely with a small smile.

“Ah, you’re so cute, Jimin. Yes, you’re next. Come on, let’s see how well you guys can ride.” With that, I squeezed my knees together, prompting Agro to start trotting, swiftly transitioning into a canter as the boys yelled and hurried to catch up to me. Exiting the forest, we cantered into the connecting grasslands, nearby dragons whizzing their heads towards us or jumping away to avoid the path of the horses. I stood in my stirrups and grabbed a good portion of Agro’s mane, using my free hand to quickly pull out the slim whistle I had used previously to call Toothless.

As soon as I heard the familiar roar growing closer, I jumped out of my stirrups and stood on Agro’s back, holding the reins as Toothless soared in from the clouds, flying next to me, giving me a clear path to jump off of Agro and onto his back. I quickly positioned my feet and we rose into the clouds, leaving the boys and their horses to continue cantering, with Agro leading the way. As soon as Toothless broke through the clouds, my eyes landed on a Cloudjumper resting atop a cloud, stretching gracefully having just woken up from a morning nap.

“Indra, mafta ai op!” I shouted, catching the dragon’s attention fast enough that she was able to follow right behind Toothless after he looped and dived back down to the ground. I pointed to the boys, and Toothless flew down with Indra following on his tail to stop and land in front of them, of course, giving them enough space and time to react. The Cloudjumper stayed hovering in the air, twisting her head much like an owl when she noticed Jimin’s admirable stare towards her, his eyes not leaving hers even as he dismounted his horse. She softly landed and crawled over to him as he walked over to her, almost as if they were being attracted to each other by some sort of magnetic force.

“What’s her name?” Jimin beamed, showing his signature eye smile as he studied the dragon’s features.

“Indra.”

“She’s so pretty.”

Indra chirped happily at his words, slowly encasing him with her warm body - in an affectionate way of course. We laughed as she tried to snuggle up against him, but I pulled her back and sent her on her way after letting Jimin pet her for a few more minutes.

“So, are we going to talk about what you just did?” Namjoon gushed, cupping his own face in his hands, his mouth hanging wide open.

“What, the jump?”

“‘What, the jump…’ aish, this kid is going to kill me,” Seokjin groaned, burrowing his face in his palms as he let out a loud, fake sob. “It was amazing!”

“Really?”

The boys instantaneously nodded like their lives depended on it, bright smiles appearing on their faces.

“So modest,” Yoongi laughed, shaking his head.

“Hyuuuung-“ Jungkook tried to tease him, but was abruptly shut up with a pale hand over his mouth.

“Say one more word and I end you.”

“Don’t kill him, Yoongs,” I chuckled as I whispered into Toothless’ ear, sending him off to bring back a dragon. “Hoseokie, you’re up next.”

“Oh my god,” He whimpered, anxiously sliding off of Vente to stagger over to me.

“Hey, don’t worry. I chose the calmest dragon I know.”

“Well, at least we won’t need a medic on standby,” Seokjin snorted, teasing the dancer over his fears. However, I embraced him and wrapped my arms around him tightly, whispering a few words to encourage him.

“Don’t listen to him. You’ll be fine.”

After a few minutes, Toothless returned with Hoseok’s dragon, her vibrant yellow and violet scales standing out from the pale blue sky. The two landed in front of us, waiting for one another to move when I suddenly grabbed Hoseok’s hand, causing him to scream. The dragon flinched and cowered, instantly causing Hoseok to calm down and drop to his knees to comfort her, the reaction tugging at his heartstrings.

“No, no, don’t be scared! Here, look!” Hoseok cheered as he stood up, doing his usual silly dances and routines. The Skyburst, now intrigued, lifted her head and chuffed when she saw his movements in an attempt to cheer her up. She purred and rubbed her head against Hobi’s chest, pushing a smile onto his lips. “Wah~ So cute.”

“Her name is Leia. She’s pretty shy, but I think she’s already warmed up to you,” I said.

“Do all dragons have names?” He instantly face palmed himself at his question and apologized. “Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“No, it’s not. All dragons have names, but they’re assigned by me when hatched. Maybe you guys could help me name some of the newcomers, hm?”

“I’m naming one Kumamon,” Yoongi cajoled, his lips rising into a sweet gummy smile.

“Oh, for the love of god,” I mumbled as I sent Leia and Toothless off, mounting up with Hoseok and Jimin to continue our travels, this time, heading back to the castle, but on a different route, following the largest river, The Trail Of Tears.

As we passed by the wild dragons, I noticed that the boys were no longer scared, and were now pointing out the dragons they wanted to meet, naming them as we rode past, and even interacting with them on their own.

“Namjoon, you ready?” I suddenly spoke up, prompting a surprised but soon steady expression on his sun-lit face. An explosion in the distance, but not too far away, indicated that his dragon was nearby. “All-Mother help me,” I whispered to myself as I kicked Agro’s sides, urging her to trot forward to the source of the explosion, the boys leading their horses to trail behind me.

Through the thick canopy of trees, we turned and came across a young, rocky dragon, ember glowing from its crevices as it continuously fired at the mountain’s feet, little specks of dust and rocks flying everywhere with every blast. I groaned and dropped my head in frustration, hopping off of Agro to lecture the dragon, now caught red handed.

“Phelan, krei? Nodotaim? Yu get klin mou beda.” I scolded, placing my hands on my hips. The dragon whimpered and backed down, bowing deeply to me in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. I sighed, resting my hand on his skin, made entirely out of rock, then called Namjoon over, who gleefully bent down to the dragon.

“Seems like a troublemaker,” Namjoon chuckled, turning his head to me while staying crouched in front of Phelan.

“Oh, definitely, but it can actually be useful sometimes. Just try not to destroy the entire island when you’re together, yeah?”

Phelan chuffed at my joke, but ultimately knew he had to be responsible or he would have to face the consequences. Namjoon nodded and stood up while I dismissed Phelan, lecturing him one last time to not blast any more mountains.

“Jinnie, you’re the last one!”

“Is my dragon a boy or a girl?” Seokjin asked as we began to travel along the river, the horses now in a single file formation.

“Kira is a girl, but to be honest, you can’t even tell because she acts completely different than most female Riverside Serpents.”

“Riverside Serpent? Did you come up with all of these names?” Namjoon wondered.

“Oh, no. I only named the species I discovered during my rule.”

“I still can’t believe you’re a queen, Noona,” Jungkook sighed, a shy smile creeping onto his lips.

“It all feels like a dream,” Jimin commented, observing his surroundings as he spoke.

“Ah, there she is,” I said, pointing to a white and green serpentine dragon kneeling by the river, drinking from the fast stream.

“She looks more traditional,” Seokjin observed as he quickly slid off of Eros to stand by me while I caught Kira’s attention, asking her to come closer. Her eyes roamed and scanned each of the boys until they came across Jin’s face, and an immediate purr followed, along with a gentle head butt.

“Wow, she loves you,” I snorted, surprised that she instantly took a liking to him. After a few moments of playing with Kira, Jin replied.

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Alright, Casanova, let’s get moving.” I sent Kira back to the river as Jin and I mounted up again, riding back to the castle as a group, now in a more scattered formation, with the younger boys lined up behind me, Yoongi and Namjoon on either side of me, and the other two slightly ahead, as they didn’t need me to lead since the castle was already in our sight.

“Yoongi doesn’t get a dragon?” Namjoon suddenly asked, tapping me on the shoulder to get my attention first.

“He already got one yesterday, after you boys went to your rooms,” I explained, Namjoon nodding in acknowledgement. Yoongi began to move further ahead, now out of earshot between me and Namjoon, who decided to take advantage of this opportunity.

“Soo… you and Yoongi-“

“Joon, don’t even start. It’s not like that.”

“I see the way you look at each other. What you two have is special, and I think you’d be good for each other.”

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, pressing my palm on my forehead in an attempt to relieve some of the pain forming in my head as I tried my best to gather my thoughts.

“Even if he did like me, I couldn’t let that get in the way of my duties. If something happened to him…” I began to express my concerns, but Namjoon simply smiled and replied in a gentle voice.

“Baby, I get it, but just think about it, okay? I promise, I’m not lying when I say that you two were made for each other,” He reassured me. Before I knew it, we had already arrived at the gates of the castle. I led the group back to the stables and we all dismounted, putting away our horses after untacking them, with the help of Zenobia and Castilla.

As we walked up the stairs of the castle, I heard distant footsteps that surely didn’t belong to either me or the boys, so with caution, I gripped onto one of my fans and discreetly unholstered it. Without warning, I turned around to whiz it at the area of the sound, the metal clanging against stone, just mere inches away from Minjun, who was hiding behind a stone pillar to protect himself. I gasped and rushed to pick up my fan, running to check if he was hurt.

“God, you’re fast,” Minjun laughed, looking over his slightly bruised hands.

“Jun, what happened?” I questioned, rubbing my fingers over the bruises.

“Agh, I ran into some assholes from the Northern Markets. They taunted me with shit about Hyunae, I couldn’t stand it.”

“Those motherfu-“

“Woah, love, watch the language,” He chuckled, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Sorry.” I looked down sheepishly, embarrassed of my sudden, minor lash out.

“Oh, and by the way, kids, the Tramplers brought back your stuff from Seoul. They’re on your beds.” Minjun cocked his head towards the boys, a clearly insulted expression falling onto Yoongi’s face.

“What did he just call us?” Yoongi fumed to Namjoon.

“Minjun, can you check on Luthais to see if he needs any more Dreamwillow?” I asked, quickly changing the subject as Minjun nodded and left for Luthais’ hut for his task. “You’re welcome, Yoongi.”

Yoongi simply stood there with his jaw tightened as I walked past him coolly, his body trailing behind mine soon enough once he had snapped out of his shock. It was quite rare for me to perform favors for him, especially for ones he never asked for, but the ones I knew he needed.

“Hey, so, quick question. Are we getting weapons soon?” Seokjin asked suddenly, causing me to trip and fall backwards, conveniently into Yoongi’s arms, that were quick to catch me.

“You okay, sugar?” Yoongi said, concerned as I looked back at him, still in his grasp.

“Yeah, thanks,” I mumbled, clearly embarrassed as I continued walking, more carefully this time. “What the hell makes you think you’re getting weapons?”

“We are, aren’t we? I overheard your servants talking about having to give us weapons soon,” Seokjin explained.

“You are one sneaky little-“

“Don’t curse!”

“Ugh, fine. You caught me. Yes, you’re getting weapons. Armor, as well - but don’t even think for a second that’s going to be within the next 48 hours. You boys have to take flying lessons.”

“Flying lessons? As in flying on dragons, thousands of feet in the air?” Taehyung worried, his voice wavering.

“Tae, I know it seems scary, but I’m confident you boys will get the hang of it.”

“I’ve got a head start, by the way,” Yoongi bragged.

“Really? No fair!” Jungkook whined, throwing his head back in frustration.

“Suck it up, kid,” Yoongi scowled, rolling his eyes.

“Well, you guys can go explore or something, I’m heading to the studio,” I said abruptly, turning on my heels only for the boys to follow after me, all the way to the studio, tired and waiting to be used after months of neglect.

“Hell yes!” Hoseok preached, dropping to his knees to perform a fake prayer at the sight of the glorious dance studio.

“Noona, you dance?” Jungkook wondered, tilting his head slightly along with his question.

“Of course. Maybe it’s good you didn’t know - now we can have dance battles,” I smirked, winking at Hoseok as I ran over to the stereo to select a song. “What do you think I should do? No Limit by G-Eazy?”

“What about Mic Drop?” Namjoon suggested jokingly.

“Never heard of that,” I teased as I set up the music and jogged back to the middle of the room, taking my jacket off to discard of it, flying to who knows where in the room.

As the song began, I performed my best moves and let the rhythm of the beat move for me. I danced with certainty, speed, and agility. With my movements fluent and confidence sharp, I couldn’t help but smirk at the boys’ sudden shocked expressions, Yoongi’s intense stare making me unconsciously bite my lip in anticipation. They gazed at me, completely captivated by my undoubtedly sensual movements to the music, and even though the song had soon ended, they stayed speechless with their eyes wide open and jaws dropped.

“That’s it. Let’s do this,” Jimin said quickly, rushing to play Dionysus as the dance line hopped in and began to move with me to the music, all of our bodies perfectly coordinated with one another, the bass of the beats vibrating off of the walls of the studio. Within just a few minutes, the four of us had sweat dripping down our bodies, causing us to shed more layers as we continued to dance.

Once we had unanimously decided to stop for the day, I threw a water bottle to each of them after grabbing them from the conveniently placed mini fridge, sitting under the shelf holding a few white towels.

“Maya, I would have danced with you a long time ago if I knew you were that good,” Hoseok smirked, screwing the cap off of his bottle.

“Well, thanks, Hobi,” I smiled, chugging the half full bottle of water in my grasp. “You okay, Yoongs? You haven’t said anything or moved for a while.”

I glanced over at Yoongi, who was leaning against the wall, holding his jacket nonchalantly in front of his abdomen, looking off somewhere into the distance.

“I think hyung has a-“ Taehyung snickered, but was quickly shut up by Seokjin, who slapped his hand over the younger boy’s mouth.

“Don’t even say it, V,” Seokjin groaned, hiding his face in his other palm in embarrassment. I laughed and took one last sip of my water, tossing the bottle into the trash can, hidden in the far corner of the studio.

“Let’s go,” I said, slinging my jacket back over my shoulder before exiting the room, the others following me.

“So, where to next, Mistress?” Yoongi suddenly whispered in my ear, rightfully earning a kick in the shins from me.

“Shut up! You don’t speak for an hour and the first thing you say to me is that?” I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I scanned his face, full of pride with a cheeky smirk to compliment it. “Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face.”

“Maybe if you give me a kiss-“

“Yoongi!”

The boys laughed as we continued to bicker back and forth, until I realized we reached where I had planned to go next. With Yoongi’s constant teasing, I needed something else to focus on before I went completely insane.

I opened the door and stepped into the room, the long chandeliers hanging from the ceiling immediately blinding me. I adjusted to see the light illuminate the cases of books built inside the walls. The royal blue couches rested on every side of the room, overlooked by the second floor, a gorgeous golden railing standing to protect the above level. Sunlight shone in through the windows, flexing across the linoleum floors, intricate floral designs softly carved into the material.

“Go crazy, Joon,” I whispered to Namjoon, who smiled brightly and stepped in, gravitating towards the bookshelves lined with old but beautiful books.

“What a nerd,” Seokjin muttered, but Namjoon had heard.

“If we’re going to stay here, we should learn about the dragons and history as much as we can,” Namjoon argued.

“He’s got a point, you know,” I agreed, shrugging slightly. “Do you guys want to check out the Book of Dragons? It’s got information on all the species - even though it’s a little outdated.”

“Yes!” The boys instantaneously replied, a small smile creeping onto my lips at their enthusiasm as I quickly stepped over to a special showcase, opening it to remove a large, leather book. I was about to sit down when someone grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me down onto their lap. I gasped and tried to move, but they kept me pinned down.

“Really, Yoongi?” I groaned, glaring back at him.

“I want the best view,” He simply replied, leaning the both of us back as he rested his chin on my shoulder, the rest of the boys gathering around me, standing, sitting beside me, or on the couch armrests. Yoongi snaked his arms around my waist as I opened the book to a random page, landing on the bio of the Night Fury, coincidentally.

“‘The Night Fury is the fastest, smartest, and rarest of the known species of dragons, commonly described as the ‘Holy offspring of lightning and death itself,’” Jungkook read aloud, his eyebrows cocking up as he read the last part.

“It says it’s trainable here,” Taehyung said, pointing to the written factors of the species, one of them informing that the Night Fury can, indeed, be trained. “Are there dragons that can’t be trained? Like, ever?”

“Yes, but I’ve found a way to work with them,” I answered.

“Which ones?” Hoseok asked.

“Exterminators, Frostbiters, and Venomtails are good examples. Those are just a few I can think of right now off the top of my head, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to know what dragons I should avoid,” He grinned, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“Don’t be worried. The dragons will come around to you, eventually.”

“What does this mean?” Yoongi questioned, moving his hand to point to the words that printed Strike Class, however, I was rather focusing on how he dragged his fingers back across my thigh, waiting for an answer. “Maya?”

“Hm, what? Oh. Sorry, I got distracted, uhh… that’s the classification. Every species is placed into a class based on their characteristics or abilities.”

“So, what class is Aenaes in?” This time, alongside his question, he tightly squeezed my thigh, traveling closer to where my legs parted. I had to bite my lip to suppress a soft moan from coming out.

“H-He’s in Strike Class, too.”

“And that is…”

I quickly flipped to the page that had displayed information about the subject.

Strike Class dragons are characterized by their blazing speed, vice-like jaw strength, and extreme intelligence, as well as pin-point accuracy, powerful attacks, explosive firepower and a unique ability to allow them to navigate in their respective environments/atmosphere. The dragons in this class are some of the rarest of all dragons, some are close to extinction. They are also the most difficult to train but the most loyal once they have been trained. They are also generally among the most powerful dragons.

“Mm, cool,” Yoongi mumbled, pulling his arm back to rest around my waist. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued to read to the boys, informing them of the behavioral patterns of dragons, their senses, and habitats. After teaching them about a dozen species, I placed the book back and called it a day. Honestly, it was because I couldn’t stand Yoongi’s teasing anymore, so I needed to break away. I muttered a few things as I left them in the small library to escape to my room, one of the few safe havens I had here.

I groaned and pushed my messy hair back, my fingers running through the strands as I closed my eyes, throwing my head back in frustration. With a defeated sigh, I fell onto my bed and laid there, my arms spread and my knees crossed as my chest rose and fell quickly, bringing me to the realization that I was practically begging to breathe all this time. My chest tightened and my guts churned, both with embarrassment and excitement.

‘Get it together,’ I thought to myself, lifting my hand to rest my palm on my sweaty forehead. I rose from the mattress and made my way over to the double doors, pushing them open to step out onto the cool marble platform. With a deep breath, I stepped forward until I was close to the edge, and looked down, the distance between me and the ground almost immeasurable.

I pushed my hand in my pocket, pausing for a moment even though I desperately wanted to call for Toothless. I honestly didn’t want to bother him, but I did need to escape from the mess my emotions were. Hesitantly, I blew the whistle and Toothless came quickly, hovering by the platform, allowing me to leap onto his back and let him lead me wherever he desired, something I only ever did when I had too much on my mind.

Soon enough, I had come out of my thoughts to realize that Toothless was just landing on the soft sand of Talon’s Shore, a large beach just west of the castle. I smiled as I dismounted Toothless and slid off my shoes before running over to the shoreline, the waves slowly rolling in as the water parted between my toes, completely flooding my feet.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a blue and white speckled dragon emerge from the water, its wings folded neatly and its frills cleanly defining its elongated face. With a tired yawn, it shook off the water like a dog would after a bath, and turned my way, finally noticing me, now sitting in the dry sand. As it came closer, I recognized it was an adolescent female Thunderdrum, probably returning from a weary journey. She waddled over to me with her stubby legs and plopped down beside me, burrowing her way underneath my arm for attention. I laughed and gladly rested my hand on her snout, a happy chitter returning from her throat.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed my other senses to overtake me, the sound of the waves crashing and the feeling of the Thunderdrum’s soft skin calming me down over time. As Toothless curled his body around us, I spoke to him, obviously not expecting an answer, but I did it anyways.

“Bud, I think I’m going insane,” I sighed, leaning back onto the black dragon’s body. He simply snorted in response, resting his head on his arm, his eyes leisurely shutting as he quietly rested. “I think I love him…”

The Thunderdrum chirped at my words, a cute smile accompanying her now perked ears. I huffed and gave her a small pat as I spoke up again.

“So, what do you think I should do, Yvette?” I asked, the young dragon tilting her head at my question in confusion. I giggled and translated for her, and she simply blew a puff of her hot breath in my face, proceeding to stand up and head back into the sea, her warmth leaving my side. With an exhausted sigh, I stood up and woke up Toothless, initiating a walk on the beach with him once he fully awoke. Every couple of minutes, he nudged my hand, checking to see if I was okay. I halted in my path and kneeled, rubbing his chin with affection, a sweet rumble eliciting from his throat.

After about ten minutes, I decided to head back. Toothless dropped me off on the same marble platform connected to my bedroom before soaring off into the distance, a proud roar following. I fell face first on my bed, closing my eyes as I audibly screamed out my frustration into the mattress.

There was no denying it - I loved Yoongi - yet I didn’t even know how to go about it. Knowing that he only recently broke up with his near 2-year girlfriend Sunmi just last month, even if it was forced by their companies, I couldn’t just jump on him right away. He was probably heart-broken, and I doubt he had any similar feelings to mine, so there was no point, really. It would have just gone horribly, so why bother?

I rolled over to the other side of the bed and changed out of my clothes, slipping on a mere oversized tunic that met my thighs mid-way and a pair of boy shorts. As I dragged myself to the bathroom, I flipped on the light switch and looked at myself in the mirror, almost gagging at the sight of my revolting appearance.

“God, I look like a fucking mess,” I mumbled to myself, trying to fix up my hair and wipe off the remaining smudged makeup that I had applied from yesterday. When I stepped back into my bedroom, I heard a gentle knock on the door, almost making me trip over my own feet at the sudden intrusion.

“Maya? It’s Namjoon. I wanted to talk to you,” The outside voice said, relieving me of my stress as I opened the door to reveal Namjoon, smiling sweetly to showcase his beloved dimples.

“What’s up?” I yawned, trying my best to sound more unbothered than I currently was.

“Here, sit down.” Namjoon entered and closed the door, turning the lock prior to grabbing my wrist to lead me to the bed, where he sat me down. He crawled onto the bed and laid down, his back resting comfortably against the headboard, supported by pillows, with his arms crossed in his lap.

Due to my stillness, he decided to take matters into his own hands and turned me around, pulling me back to sit in between his legs, my back now against his chest and our arms linked. I hummed and gently rested my head on his chest, turning slightly so I was more curled up than lying straight. His arms slowly moved around my waist to support my body as he spoke up.

“Where were you?”

“Down by the beach with Toothless. I needed some time alone,” I answered.

“So, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Nothing much,” I said, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

“Baby, how many times do I have to remind you what a terrible liar you are? Something’s bothering you.” I clenched my jaw at his words, trying to find the best way out of spilling the truth.

“It’s nothing.”

“Then why did you run out of the library like it was on fire, especially after Yoongi was getting touchy with you?”

“You saw that?!” I whipped my head back with my eyes wide in shock. He simply nodded and pulled me back down in the previous position, raising one hand to play with my hair.

“I told you, he loves you.”

“Very funny, Joon.”

“Baby, I’m serious.”

“So what, are you going to tell me I can shapeshift into a dragon now?”

”Maya, I’m-“

“No. I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe that. He literally broke up with Sunmi last month, his girlfriend of 2 fucking years, and you want me to think he’s now in love with me? You’re crazy,” I snapped, stumbling to my feet as I headed for the door. Namjoon grasped my wrist and pulled me back, ceasing my movements.

“Do you hear yourself right now? Yoongi was miserable with Sunmi. He never loved her,” Namjoon explained, a glint of frustration in his obsidian eyes.

I yanked Namjoon’s hand away, walking out of the room, slamming the door behind me. My feet began to move for me, elevating from a fast walk to practically a sprint down the hall as I heard the door open again, Namjoon calling out to me, footsteps soon following. My glance whipped back at him as he chased after me when, suddenly, I bumped into someone, causing me to stumble backwards, but whoever it was had caught me before I could fall. I shifted my gaze forward, almost screaming when I saw Yoongi standing right in front of me, holding me by my waist in a dip position, protecting me from falling.

“Woah, you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Yoongi said, concerned as he brushed my bangs away from my eyes. I really wanted to swat his hand away and storm off, but I couldn’t even bring myself to move or speak, which ended wonderfully for me as Namjoon finally caught up to me, now hunched over and gasping for air.

“You… you are fast,” He huffed, straightening his body as his eyes wandered to Yoongi, obviously worried. “Hyung, can I talk to you?”

“Uhh, sure,” Yoongi hesitated as Namjoon led him off into another room, of which I eventually recognized as the lounge. I groaned and headed back to my room, locking the door, softly closing it behind me. I tore off my shirt, throwing it into the corner of my room, then fell onto my bed, once again yelling out my frustrations.

‘I really can’t take this anymore,’ I thought, mentally sighing. I rolled over to lie on my back when my thoughts drifted back to what Namjoon had said. I didn’t want to believe it, but maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe Yoongi never liked Sunmi. Maybe he was just pretending. Maybe he was actually in love with me all this time. Maybe.

Before I could even notice my weariness, I closed my eyes with my body still hanging off the edge of the bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, my mind finally blank.

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Imagine taking care of V after a night of heavy drinking.

Based on one of the first asks I’ve received by anon:

If you’re reading this, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks again for the request!

You: “I still can’t believe you fell for Dante’s plan.”

V: “He said just...one......drink...”

You: “It’s never just one drink with that guy!”

After the Devil May Cry crew reigned in another victory, growing closer and closer to their goal, the head of the demon hunting family Dante decided to treat everyone to some booze. Well, some turned out to be several caskets. Apparently the man had several hidden in random locations throughout the city and the team happened to be nearby one of the castes. V, who admits himself to be a light drinker, accepted one pint. Dante wouldn’t have any of that and kept on filling the tattooed man’s cup.

V tried to be responsible and refused of course, valuing self-control over lack of, but Dante was sneaky. His personal brew was particularly strong and as he watched V conversate with you, waiting for him to loosen up in your exchange, the man in red shoved the pint into V’s hands and helped him gulp it the alcohol down. Now V was a staggering mess and you had to pull him away from crew for the night, supporting him over your shoulder. Dante in his drunken stupor called after you with a pout.

Dante: “Wait! Where you going? The party is just getting started!”

You: “The man can’t see straight, Dante! I’m gonna tuck him in.”

Dante: “But he was going to recite some Flake!”

V: “Blake, you...uhh...imbecile.”

Amazing, drunk out of his mind and he can still recall his readings.

V: “I curse my stars in bitter gri-”

You: “No, don’t even start! We’re leaving.”

You practically had to drag the man away, hearing the boos from Dante and Nero, hearing a whistle from Nico, while Trish and Lady were too busy laughing apparently being the only two that actually held their liquor.

It was a short trek to the trailer, the vehicle sitting under the moonlight’s cast. There weren’t any demons around and the night was quiet. You would have liked to enjoy this peace if it wasn’t for the stumbling man struggling to stay standing beside you. Despite his slender frame, V was surprisingly heavy atop you. He can feel your strain in supporting him in his dull haze.

V: “You’re...not drunk?”

You: “After drinking with that crazy guy Dante for so long? Yeah, I’m a heavyweight.”

V: “I see. Am I heavy?”

You had to bite back your laugh at how adorable he sounded.

You: “A bit, but I got you, V. Don’t worry.”

V: “Not worried... Just...”

You feel him lean further into you, forcing you to adjust to keep him upright.

You: “H-Hey! You okay?”

V: “...Yes.”

He said that so quietly you almost couldn’t hear or believe him, but he must have realized how close he was to you and straightens his posture slightly, pulling the warm air of his breath away from the back of your neck. A warm air you that didn’t realize had left a tingly feeling upon your skin until it was gone, leaving the spot to cool. You shivered.

V: “I can walk...”

You: “Not gonna happen. Besides, we’re just about here.”

You were careful to make sure he did not stumble over or fall as he climbed into the trailer, you followed closely behind and led him to sit on the sofa right next to the door.

Grabbing his cane from his hand and setting it aside, you move to help him get comfortable, starting with undoing the buckles of his shoes. He tried to protest by bending over, but you swat his hands away and glare at him pointedly.

You: “Let me, V.”

He narrows his green eyes at you back despite the daze within them.

V: “I am not a child.”

You: “Not treating you like one, I just want to take care of you.”

V: “Why?”

You: “Because I want to. Is there any other reason?”

He tilts his head to the side, the way he does this made him look incredibly cute despite him being a grown man. A grown, often serious and aloof man. You took a moment to admire the way his long, dark hair sweeps across his forehead. Because he was angling his head in his attempt to keep a steady gaze on you, his hair also covered his eye, making the green in the other that can be seen stand out.

V: “Hn...”

V was apparently one of those drunks that likes to sway and you see his frame rocking slowly from side-to-side. You grabbed onto his shoulders to keep him steady.

You: “You okay?”

He peers at you beneath his dark lashes and the lump in your throat tightens at the sight of how charmingly handsome he was with that heavy-lidded look.

V: “...Sleepy.”

You: “O-Oh? Right.”

You return to his shoes, effectively slipping them off. You look up to see V fumbling around with the ties of his vest. Watching with humored interest at his lack of success and almost giggling when you hear him huff in frustration. You stand on your knees in between his legs, grabbing his hands gently and placing them down before moving your own to the laces of his clothing.

You: “Allow me.”

This time he did not protest, adhering to your command and offer. You can feel the weight of his eyes upon you with piqued interest and although you blamed it on his drunken gaze, the fact that he was staring at you so intently burned a growing blush upon your cheeks. You made sure to bow your head low so that he couldn’t see it despite it being relatively dark in the trailer. When it came undone, you let him take off the article of clothing by himself. He had a bit of a hard time at first but eventually V managed to take it off completely, leaving him in only his dark pants and the small accessories that hung around his wrist and neck.

His skin was illuminated under the pale light of the moon, accentuating the marks that flowed across it. He truly was a slender man, not muscular at all, but he had enough definition that made him look rather attractive. With the tattoos on his skin, the tones of his lean physique was only brought out more. To top this off with those heavy-lidded eyes, V looked downright seductive.

V: “You’re staring.”

You blushed.

You: “Sorry! I’ve just never seen you with your vest off before.”

V: “Hmm...”

He looks like he meant to say more but instead he is swaying again, leaning dangerously to the side and you were quick to help him slowly lie down. You felt him shake.

V: “Ahh!”

You retreat your hands once you were sure he was fine.

You: “Sorry, again! Are my hands cold?”

V: “No... You’re warm.”

Suddenly you feel his hand upon your wrist and with surprising strength you didn’t know he had, he pulls you atop him on the sofa. You held yourself up with the elbow of your free arm against the cushion and your knees on either side of his hips but it left you exposed to him and your face dangerously close to his. V must have read your thoughts as he lifts his head up slightly to caress your nose with his, his lips ghosting against yours. You gasp, feeling his knee softly rub against the junction between your legs.

You: “V-”

V: “I want you.”

At these words, you nearly felt yourself become undone. The desire to surrender yourself to his charms and abandon all inhibitions to be lost in each other’s pleasure. But then you remember, the heavy daze within his green eyes. He’s not all there. It took all of your willpower to pull away from him, to remove your wrist from his hand to push his knee back down. It nearly broke your heart at the sight of his frown, the dejected expression of pain evident. You shake your head at him.

You: “Not like this, V. Please.”

He seems to have regained himself slightly, remaining lucid enough to realize what he was doing. There was a flash of shame on his face before he sighs, restreating to lay back down on the sofa.

V: “Yes, yes... Forgive me. I am not entirely myself. Please, forget this.”

Wait. But you didn’t want to. You didn’t want him saying that he needed you and not mean it. It had to have come from somewhere. You didn’t want him to think that you were rejecting him. Almost desperately, you lie down, resting your body against his, your head stop his bare chest. His body tensed beneath you and you ran a hand across his smooth skin comfortably, tracing the patterns of his tattoos before lying your palm flat against where you felt his beating heart. Beneath your fingers, the thumping was fast.

You: “I want you too.”

There was a silence between you two, a tension that can be cut with a knife. You were growing nervous. Now that you admitted it out loud, was he going to reject you? The thought was dashed away when you realized that his heartbeat was slowing to a serene pace and you watched his hand reach up to weave his fingers with yours, keeping your hand in place.

V: “With you I feel...protected.”

That took you off guard. What an odd choice of words. It left a mix of questions in your head as well as strange emotions. Did V ever felt unsafe? He was an incredibly capable devil hunter in his own right and he handled powerful enemies with such a calm composure, you looked up to him as someone who was unafraid of anything. Yet he practically admitted to have been vulnerable. You wanted to ask when he felt like that. You weren’t sure to what end but it left you a strong urge to actually protect him. When you looked up to question him about this, you notice that he fell asleep. His eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He passed out...

With this, you smiled and made sure that he was comfortable as you both laid together on the sofa. Made sure that he knew you were there by giving his hand that was still woven with yours a reassuring squeeze, one in which he subconsciously returned. The two of you had each other wrapped in the other’s arms as you slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years

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Gold Digger - Chapter 7 | Gwilym Lee x OFC

A/N: Enjoy, folks!

Warnings: The usual, you know.

Word Count: ~2K

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Chapter List: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Lizzie seemed to be floating on a cloud of bright pink cotton candy the next day. The tulips, stuffed bear, and expensive chocolates Gwilym got for her were a constant reminder of the night she shared with Gwilym. The night came to a gentlemanly end with a good night kiss at her doorstep. After the kiss, they promised to talk as soon as they're both up and about the next day. For the first time in a long time, Lizzie slept in until just before the clock struck noon. She stumbled out of her bedroom, rubbing groggily at her eyes.

"Fancy chocs you got there," Shelly said with a knowing smirk. "I take it the date with Prince Charming went well?"

"How did you know...?" Lizzie's brows knotted. "You were working! I was still in pajamas when you left!"

"Expensive chocolates? Red tulips? The smell of exquisite cologne?" Shelly counted off clues. "This luxuriously soft fucking teddy bear?"

"Ugh." Lizzie shook her head. "Yes. We went out on a date."

"He still 'round?" Shelly asked as she popped a piece of sushi in her mouth and looked over Lizzie's shoulder.

"Nope," Lizzie popped the P, "kissed me at the door and left."

"Gross." Shelly rolled her eyes. "God, what a gentleman!"

"Most girls would be swooning at that."

"Oh, I know." Shelly snorted. "You're definitely falling for the chivalrous spiel."

"It's not a spiel, Shells," Lizzie crossed her arms over her chest, "it's just who he is."

"He wants to fuck you just as much as the next guy," Shelly stated. "Might as well milk it for all it's worth."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm going to New York," Shelly announced out of the left field. "Joe's paying."

"What?" Lizzie's eyes shot open.

"Yeah."

"Shells, that's..."

"Awesome?" Shelly offered.

"Slaggish."

"Meh." Shelly shrugged. "I'm just taking advantage of an opportunity. As should you."

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Gwilym exhaled a cloud of smoke and breathed in the herbal scent surrounding him. He leaned his head back and passed the spliff over to Ben, closing his eyes lazily.

"So it went well, overall?" Ben asked before sucking on the blunt and inhaling deeply. He held his breath for a few seconds before exhaling slowly. "Jamie and Clara scenario aside?"

"Splendid."

"Did you buy her flowers?" Ben's face broke in a lazy grin. "Man, this stuff is good."

"Only the best for my baby," Gwil cooed jokingly. "Yeah, and a bunch of other stuff."

"What?"

"You know... candy, a teddy. Nothing too fancy."

"Gwil, I know you. It was fancy, for a fact." Ben remarked and passed the spliff back to Gwilym.

"She deserves nice things." Gwilym shrugged. "She was very reluctant to receive my gifts, I'll give her that."

"Too reluctant, maybe?" Ben raised an eyebrow, his eyes getting squintier as the high took over him.

"She's not in it for the money and fame," Gwilym said before taking a hit.

"How would you know?" Ben asked.

"Where's this coming from?" Gwilym wondered. He blinked slowly at Ben. "Are you getting paranoid now?"

"No, mate," Ben shook his head quickly and took the spliff from his best friend, "I'm just wondering if maybe her intentions aren't as pure as you think they are. Remember how we all thought Clara was this sweet baby angel, and she's literally sleeping with Satan?"

"Satan? He was a witness at your original wedding!" Gwil laughed. "What's with the Clara hostility I'm sensing?"

"Not hostility. Clara's just a bit..."

"Cunty."

"Yeah," Ben snorted. "She's obviously jealous."

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"She's in it for the money, you know," Clara said over Rory's head as they sat on the floor and played with stickers. "It's so obvious."

"What?" Annie looked away from Alfie, attached to her breast, at her best friend. "What are you on about?"

"Merrida."

"Stop calling her that!" Annie giggled. "You're evil."

"I'm a pure baby angel."

"You're a devil!" Annie countered and looked down at Alfie, stroking his chin softly. "What makes you think Lizzie's not into Gwil for Gwil?"

"She flirted with Jamie, right in front of his face, for starters," Clara muttered.

"You reckon?" Annie snorted. "Jamie must've flirted with her, first."

"Shut up."

"Are you jealous?" Annie taunted.

"No!" Clara reacted animatedly. "I have nothing to be jealous of. I'm with my soulmate now."

"Oh, God, don't call him that." Annie gagged mockingly. "You two are just mutual rebounds, remember?"

______

'You can't still be sleeping!'

Lizzie looked down at her phone and smiled brightly. She hadn't texted Gwilym since they parted ways the previous night. At first, it was because she slept in till noon, and then it was because she couldn't stop thinking about their date. Then, she went shopping with Shelly for her trip to New York. She didn't expect Gwilym to text her first.

'I'm up, don't worry.'

She was just about to put her phone down when it started ringing in her hand.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Sleeping Beauty," Gwilym drawled.

His voice made her feel like her bones are turning into liquid. She had to sit down as she giggled like a schoolgirl. "Hiya, Gwil."

"How did you sleep?"

"Splendid," Lizzie laid on her back, "and you?"

"With a smile on my face."

"Good. Did you enjoy our date?"

"Is that a trick question?" Lizzie twirled a curl around her finger. "Because you know I bloody did."

"Just making sure," Gwilym chuckled. "Is it too soon to ask for another one?"

"A bit, yeah," Lizzie smiled. "Plus, I don't know how you'll top that one."

"Oh, I have the resources to blow your mind, love," Gwilym said teasingly.

"I, uh..." Lizzie fumbled for words as she felt another flock of butterflies flapping their wings in her tummy.

"How about just a casual hang out, then?" Gwilym suggested.

"That sounds good."

"Great," Gwilym smiled triumphantly as he rounded a corner. "Are you free now?"

"Well, yes."

"Good, because I'm right here."

"What?" Lizzie sat up in a scramble and looked at her pajama-clad body and messy, unwashed hair. "What do you mean you're here? Here where?"

Her question was answered by the doorbell. She trotted over to the door and flung it open to reveal Gwilym standing there with a dopey smile, holding the phone to his ear.

"Hello," He looked down at her awestruck face and hung up the call.

"Hey," she breathed before his arms rounded her waist and pulled her to him for a searing kiss. "I thought we said this will be casual!"

"It was a casual kiss!" He winked and pecked her lips again, his beard tickling her. "Is that better?"

"Mhm," Lizzie nodded and started walking backward, leading him into her flat. "Shelly's home."

"Shelly!" Gwilym bellowed over Lizzie's head. "Show yourself!"

Shelly's bedroom door opened with a slam, and she came flying out, panting.

"Holy shit!" She gasped. He was even more handsome in person. "Holy shit!!!"

"Nice to meet you finally." Gwilym extended a hand for her to shake. "Joe sends his love."

"This is surreal," Lizzie noted and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "Is it alright if I take a shower? I feel a bit... yucky."

"And leave me alone to be interrogated?" Gwilym feigned fear.

"And he's funny, too?!" Shelly squealed. "God!!!”

______

Gwilym's face was beet red. He wasn't sure at first if he saw things correctly. Shelly had left to run some errands, and he was alone in the living room when he saw movement from the corner of his eye. He glanced over and saw Lizzie bare backside - and bum - hurriedly receding down the corridor into her bedroom. Her towel had slipped. If he had blinked, he probably would have missed it - but he didn't blink. Nor did he lose it. He felt his mouth starting to water and an inconvenience in his trousers. Gulping, he took his phone out and opened up his WhatsApp.

'I just saw her bum.'

'Gwil, sweets, if you're having sex, we don't need a play-by-play.' Joe replied to the group chat.

'Fr, though!' Ben added.

Gwilym groaned and tossed his phone on the coffee table, sinking lower on the sofa and rubbing his thighs. He willed his erection to stop growing before Lizzie emerges from her bedroom. He tried to think of anything sad he could possibly come up with, and it seemed to have worked - until her voice broke him out of his trance.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She lilted as she rounded the sofa and sat on the other end of it, leaning down to take the telly's remote control. "Netflix?"

"Ehm..." Gwilym gulped when her bum was in full view again, this time covered up. He took a throw pillow and hugged it in his lap. "Sure."

"You alright?" Lizzie reached over and placed a hand on his forehead. "You look a bit flushed."

"No, no, I'm fine," Gwilym reassured. "Just..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah," Gwilym nodded and shifted in his seat. Lizzie's eyes darted down to the strategically placed throw pillow and felt her heart make a freefall right down to her knickers. "Netflix, please."

"Right." She sighed and shook her head slightly. They settled on a film, rather than a series, and got comfortable. Gwilym's arm rested on the back of the sofa and around Lizzie's shoulders. Lizzie leaned her head back on his bicep and tucked her feet under her. Her slightly damp hair felt cool on Gwilym's skin as the dampness seeped through his shirt.

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Gwilym and Lizzie woke up in the middle of the night, slightly disoriented. Her head rested in the dent between his shoulder and pec, her hand wrapped around his tummy. His hands were wrapped around Lizzie, his chin resting on the top of her head as the TV turned from the movie they recently played to Netflix's home screen. Blinking slowly, Lizzie looked up at Gwilym with a lazy smile.

"Hey, beautiful," Gwilym murmured and kissed the top of Lizzie's head.

"Hi," she whispered back, her hand traveling up to rest on Gwilym's chest. "Time's it?"

"Well," Gwilym unwrapped one arm to look at his watch, "it's just a quarter past one."

"Oh, no..." Lizzie whined and buried her face in Gwilym's chest. "God, I wish I didn't have to work tomorrow."

"Yeah?" Gwilym grinned.

"Yeah." Lizzie sighed. "If I could never work another day in my entire life again..."

They sat in silence as Gwilym let Lizzie's last comment sink in. That, combined with Ben and Clara's concerns that Lizzie's intention may be impure, made him slip into a pensive mood. He cracked his knuckles as his tired mind got lost in thought while Lizzie quietly traced circles and lines up and down his left pec. A big yawn brought him back out from his own head, and he looked down at Lizzie's sleepy face.

"Liz, I think I'll go..." he whispered and lifted her chin with his fingers. "It really is getting late."

"You could... I mean," Lizzie looked at him, wide-eyed, "you could maybe spend the night if you want to?"

"Maybe some other time?" He stroked her cheek and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

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Devil’s Hand | Pt. 1

• Pairing: King!Namjoon x Jungkook • Side-Pairings: Namjoon x Jimin | Namjoon x Yoongi | Prince!Hoseok x Jungkook • Genre: Angst / Smut | Royal!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 7k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: alcohol, abusive relationsships, abusive behavior, (sexual) violence, major character death

↳ There had been rumors, but in the end it was not really a secret that Namjoon loved delicate and beautiful things. Especially when it came down to his lovers and his castle. It was decorated with lot of flowing, long blue curtains, colorful paintings in every room, rows of marble columns leading along every aisle. There was a large garden surrounding the palace, which was by far Jungkook’s favorite place to be – next to the king’s bedroom.

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The only sound in the room came from the scratch of the King’s quill. It didn’t stop on the parchment, only pausing for a second when his consultant and closest confident Yoongi was gathering the signed one's together, only to hand out a new paper to sign. Jungkook waited patiently after he had entered the room, looking around. There were bookshelves lining the walls in great stacks rising nearly to the ceiling and right above the king’s head was a painting of the King’s realm. “Good,” Namjoon’s voice echoed through the room as he put his quill aside and stood up, his gaze falling onto Jungkook. A smile appeared on his lips, making the young man’s heart skip a beat. “My king-,” Jungkook began, sinking to one knee and only when the King raised his left hand, motioning for him to rise, he came closer.

It was Jungkook’s job to do anything his highness desired. He had been there at the king’s side, getting up early every morning, for as long as he could remember, fulfilling every wish that Namjoon asked of him. His mother had done this job before him, serving the king’s parents – and now he was following her footsteps, just like it was supposed to be, with serving Namjoon.

Kneeling on the floor a little while later again, Jungkook adjusted the king’s gown once more. With a smile he got up again, starting to button up the king’s shirt. “You look very handsome in your new attire, my King,” Jungkook spoke softly not wanting Yoongi to hear or else he would get scolded for it later again. No one had to know too much about his admiration for the king. There had been rumors, but in the end it was no secret that Namjoon loved delicate and beautiful things. Especially when it came down to his lovers and his castle. It was decorated with lot of flowing, long blue curtains, colorful paintings in every room, rows of marble columns leading along every aisle. There was a large garden surrounding the palace, which was by far Jungkook’s favorite place to be – next to the king’s bedroom. He loved feeling the silk beneath his naked body, feeling Namjoon’s hot breath on his skin as the king was hovering over him. The king strived for power, might and sex and Jungkook was one of his prized possessions. He had to bite his lip, as the blush heated up his cheeks and Jungkook quickly turned around to get Namjoon’s jewelry.

“Prince Hoseok has arrived for tonight’s celebration,” Yoongi announced, turning away from the window towards Namjoon again. His brows were furrowed, his shoulders straight and Jungkook chuckled at his stiff behavior. “Do you want me to order Jin to escort the prince personally tonight? He can keep an eye on him,” Yoongi spoke further, ignoring the young man that was still fumbling around the king’s attire. “We don’t want him to act out like last year again, right?”

It was no secret that Hoseok had gotten horribly drunk last time he visited, it had been Namjoon’s birthday and of course he had been expected to come and show his respects. It hadn’t looked very respectful though when it had ended with Hoseok fighting some knights in his drunken state, screaming something about how he was better then them, better than everyone in this goddamn kingdom. Jungkook would never forget the look in Namjoon’s eyes.

A short while later he nervously pulled at the seam of his own shirt, almost ripping down the delicate embroidery with his force. After getting Namjoon dressed he had left him in the care of his other servants, dressing up himself. Of course Jungkook, as someone closely related to the king was supposed to look his best when someone as important as Prince Hoseok was visiting for the king’s birthday. Although he wasn’t allowed to stay too close to the king at official feasts as he wasn’t of higher rank. Still he stayed close to be of help the second Namjoon needed him.

He was really on edge today. The feast was important and way too big for his liking with way too many people that he didn’t know (and in general to be honest) but what was even more stirring was the fact that there would also be an ambassador present and a whole entourage of other people, all from the neighbourhood kingdom that accompanied Prince Hoseok today. They were supposed to arrive shortly and were probably here to help the discussions that were going on at the moment. There had been conferences about trade links between both countries before and he probably wanted show their ‘good will’ as they seemed to have gotten more heated lately - even though it was strange that the old King hadn’t payed a visit himself. There were some rumors going around that Hoseok couldn’t wait to be king and was practically taking over his father's duties piece by piece not caring that it made the old king look weaker than he actually was.

Jungkook had no idea what all the discussions lately had been about but he guessed it was the same as usual; their natural resources of mineral deposits. They had a lot of iron ore here in their kingdom, so much actually that there was no way they could ever tire their sources within the next few centuries. it was even used for children’s toys. Or decorations. Like there was a geode the size of two men somewhere in the royal gardens.

Jungkook had hid in it one time while playing hide and seek with the king. But Namjoon had been summoned by a minister to an impromptu assembly with important people for a reason Jungkook didn’t remember so he had stayed in there for hours and had eventually fallen asleep. His butt had hurt so badly when he had been woken by one of the maids. She’d been furious because half of the stuff had been sent to search for him. He hadn’t been allowed into the gardens for a week.

Jungkook sighed, scanning the room full of fancily dressed people again, stopping at King Namjoon who was sitting on his throne all stoically. Though Kook knew the older hated this just as much. Not for the same reasons as Kook did but he hated that he had to sit there without being able to do anything while hoards of people came up to him to greet him when instead he would have preferred to eat something of the delicious and beautifully prepared buffet or wander the gardens or maybe just take a nap. He didn’t get a good nights sleep in a while, the nights were always too short, the days too long, filled with political duties and boring conferences.

There was a whisper going through the hall, like a gust of wind from one side to the other, starting from the entry and ending at Namjoon’s throne. When Namjoon straightened immediately Jungkook turned to look what all this fuss was about and froze a little when he saw the source of it all. Prince Hoseok had finally arrived and he was in midst of about thirty people, all of them dressed in gold and diamonds, an absurd showing off of wealth and prosperity. An ill tongue could say that it looked as if Hoseok was trying to get the spotlight away from Namjoon and onto himself. The Prince himself looked very comfortable and relaxed, nonchalantly waving one of Namjoon’s maids over to get him a glass of wine.

“Ah, my dear king,” Hoseok bowed, not even caring to get on one knee in front of the king. He reached for the wine the maid brought him right away, drinking the glass empty in one go. The prince held his head high, walking ahead as if he was owning the castle, very well aware of the fact that it was maddening Namjoon. It was his territory after all. Meanwhile Jungkook’s eyes followed the prince movements, as he walked up to the throne with a smile, ready to jump up the second Namjoon would ask for him. “Another year has passed, and one might say you’d still look as young as ever…we could argue about that, but…,” Hoseok kept teasing his old ‘friend’, “Either way, I didn’t come empty handed this time.”

Namjoon’s mouth was a thin line. In private he would have told Hoseok to get his shit together and stop being a cocky douchebag but out in the great hall he had to maintain his image as calm, perfect king and that meant not reacting to Hoseok’s antics. Therefore he answered with a smile although his eyes where still icy, giving away that he’d rather preferred to throw an apple against Hoseok’s head than be nice to him. “I’m pleased to see you my friend. And you also brought a gift? How thoughtful of you. I’m sure it will be carefully chosen and tasteful, just like you proof with your appearance.” He gave Hoseok a once over, leaving no doubt that he thought his showy and pretentious attire was absolutely distasteful.

Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle softly, when he heard the undertone of Namjoon’s voice making the prince snap his head around to the young man. He stopped immediately, feeling Hoseok’s piercing gaze on him. Jungkook held his gaze even as his heart skipped a beat at the dark intensity in his. The slanted smile that appeared on the prince’s lips soon after was almost…beautiful. Jungkook quickly averted his gaze, looking over to Namjoon for a second as a blush crept up his cheeks.

When Hoseok turned back around to the king, his smile didn’t waver. He waved his hand, calling out a name that Jungkook didn’t catch, when a young man stood out from the crowd of people behind the prince. He was moving slow, sensual, his eyes devouring the king’s as he got down on one knee. The prince simply walked around the table, letting everyone wait patiently for what he brought this year, as he sat a few chairs away from Namjoon, not wanting to miss the show himself. “I am sure you will like this,” He nodded towards the king and with another wave of his hand music began to play and Jimin snapped his eyes open, a smirk playing on his plumb lips.

Despite their underlying hostility Namjoon was intrigued the second his eyes met those of the dancer. He was beautiful just kneeling there - but it was nothing compared to what he looked like while he was dancing. When the music started Jimin reacted instantly, his body moving so fluidly and naturally as if the music itself was controlling it and not Jimin. He was utter control, right down to his toes and up to his fingertips, no gesture, no expression seemed wrong, it all came together into a wonderful, stunning piece of art. Suddenly he pulled out a fan from the depth of his sleeve, it barely took a second and didn’t interrupt the dance at all - and with him came a few other dancers that accompanied him now, joining him for graceful formations and artistic pictures created with their fans and bodies. Still no matter how many people there were, it was impossible to take your eyes off Jimin. He owned this dance and he knew it, pure confidence shining in his eyes. It was incredibly sexy. The dance ended way too soon and before he could even think of it Namjoon found himself applauded enthusiastically, the rest of his court joining in until Jimin, who had kneeled down in his final scene again was rewarded with thunderous applause.

Jungkook stood in awe, as he slowly clapped along with the others. He hadn’t expected that, especially not from the prince. Unintentionally Jungkook was searching for him, seeing him take a sip from his wine proudly, as his gaze met his again. A shiver ran down his spine, but he willed himself to smile.

The dancers vanished soon after and Hoseok loved the attention that it got him. He nodded towards the king, cheering his glass as a smile graced his lips. For the first time in a long time, Namjoon actually liked his present. This was too easy.

Against better Judgement Namjoon was Interested. He leaned into Hoseok's direction, waving him over towards him. “He’s amazing! Where did you get him?” There wasn’t many things a king who had practically everything could want but no one in his court could dance like that. If Jimin was from a certain school or region in Hoseok’s kingdom where there where more like him then perhaps he could get one of his one. Jimin would fit so well into his court, entertaining envoys and high class allies that visited his court. He hesitated for a second and then pushed further, asking a very private question. “What else is he trained in?”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at Namjoon, smirking knowingly. He knew damn well how good Jimin was at making people lose his mind over him in the matter of a few seconds...

“Everything you wish for,” The prince spoke, putting his arm around the king as the people around them continued to eat, dance and celebrate the king’s birthday. “You don’t need to be bothered about where he’s from, but only know that I will gladly let him stay for your entertainment,” He said and waved a maid over, to make sure she would get Jimin back as soon as possible. “That’s what friends do, right?”

Namjoon was tensing, the guards by his side tightening their grip around their weapons when Hoseok got close to Namjoon like that. However all anger about the prince’s reckless behaviour was forgotten when Hoseok told him that he would leave Jimin at the court for him. Which basically meant Namjoon could do whatever he wanted to him. Hoseok’s sudden gratitude had him suspicious and for a second he forgot his manners, glad that they were on their own with no one else listening in on them (but the guards and maids and they didn’t count, everyone important was dancing ad eating and having a good time), “Wait, he’s not sick, is he? Is that why you’re leaving him here?“ To practically accuse another prince of threatening his life with an unknown disease was pretty insulting - but so was getting drunk and fighting one’s guards so Hoseok couldn’t really play the offended here.

But before Hoseok could answer, a soft voice behind the king got both of their attention. “I am not sick, your highness,” Jimin got down on one knee again right before Namjoon and the prince.

“I am tired of playing games with you Namjoon. We’re old enough now, to keep our relation separated from our past mistakes, aren’t we?” He put a hand on the king’s shoulder, before Hoseok reached out for Jimin, placing a finger under his chin to make the young man look up. “It’s my apology,” He said in a soft tone, “And I hope you can forgive me and take him as my present to you.”

Namjoon was pleasantly surprised. And if he had hesitated before all of his doubts went out the window as soon as he saw Jimin looking up at him. The younger looked angelical, so soft and pure that there was no way there could be something evil inside of him. Namjoon copied Hoseok with reaching out to Jimin's face, caressing the youngers cheek. He breath came out shuddery when Jimin leaned into it shamelessly, submitting so easily it made Namjoon wonder what else he would submit to. He traced Jimin’s plump bottom lip with his thumb and the dancer opened his mouth slightly looking so utterly tender and vulnerable that Namjoon wanted to take him apart right there. Without even looking up at Hoseok he nodded. “You are right. We should move on from the past. And we will. I’ll accept your apology’

Jungkook watched the encounter from afar. His chest was rising heavily with every breath he took, as he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself from barging in. Of course, Jungkook knew that Namjoon had more than one lover, but so far, he had the advantage of being the king’s favorite. The look on the king’s face was way too familiar to him and Jungkook tried to take a deep breath, one that didn’t make his heart hurt and threaten the tears to spill. “Get yourself together,” Yoongi hissed at him, making the younger jerk violently as he didn’t even realize that he came over. He hated being scolded by the superior. “The king wants you to prepare a room for the dancer,” He ordered and Jungkook’s gaze fell onto Namjoon again, before he quickly turned around and did as he was ordered to do.

Hoseok had left Namjoon alone with Jimin, who was reaching out for the king’s hand that he had offered him to get up. “Thank you,” He spoke softly, letting his gaze wander around the enormous hall that was filled with people from all kinds of backgrounds and statuses. “Your palace is quite impressive, I feel honored to stay here,” He lowered his gaze to show his gratitude.

Jimin was well mannered - and so beautiful that he felt the desire running down his spine, hot and tingling. However it wouldn’t be appropriate to make the prince’s gift join his bed the very first night he had gotten him. He had someone else for that. He excused Jimin with a nod for the younger to enjoy the feast and maybe eat something (he looked a bit on the skinny side) and then scanned the crowd for Jungkook. Normally the younger was always within sight. Not now though. Namjoon furrowed his brows and waved one of the maids over to get him a drink and then go search for Jungkook. It made him nervous to not have the other close.

Jungkook closed the door behind him again when he had finished preparing the room for the dancer. For a moment, he thought about just going back to his room and call it a day, but knowing the king, he would definitely pay for not staying all night for his birthday, so he quickly turned around and walked down the hallway. He was almost running, not really looking where he was going and only starting to slow down when the music of the orchestra was audible again. Walking back inside the main hall, Jungkook put his professional smile back on, as he greeted a few guests, bowing deeply. Unfortunately, he had been doing it while walking backwards at the same time, not wanting to displease anyone coming his way, so what he couldn’t see was that someone was standing right behind him as he bumped into him only seconds after. His ass met that someone’s crotch area and Jungkook squealed, turning around quickly.

“My apologies,” He stammered quickly, his eyes widening when he saw who it was - the prince. Of course it must be him.

Jungkook cursed himself in his mind, before his gaze fell onto the red wine stain, that was now decorating the prince’s white, golden shirt. “I will personally make sure to clean your shirt, Sir. I am so sorry,” Jungkook’s cheeks flushed red but to his surprise, Hoseok only laughed, waving the younger one off. “Next time just tell me your name first, before you lean down in front of me.” The prince chuckled and Jungkook couldn’t help but turn as red as if someone had poured a bucket of red paint over his face. The prince was amused, pinching the younger one’s cheeks as he looked him up and down, sending a shiver down the boy’s back. But before Jungkook could mumble something about apologies again, the prince simply caught his wrist, making him stunned and freeze in his movements completely. “How about a dance as an apology?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow, loosening his grip as he took Jungkook’s hand in his, “We have something to celebrate after all, don’t we?”

Jungkook got pulled onto the dance floor so harshly that he almost stumbled, before he could feel the arms of the prince holding him close and safe. One arm wrapped around his narrow waist and Jungkook gulped, while Hoseok’s eyes were piercing right through him. “Prince Hoseok, I am not one of status. I don’t think…”

“I don’t care,” Hoseok interrupted him and easily started dancing, leaving Jungkook no choice but to follow the rhythm. The young boy had no idea, how the situation had turned so quickly, but he had to admit that he was starting to like it. Prince Hoseok was always known as a great dancer and it was fun to let him lead and waltz through the room. He couldn’t help but giggle, biting his lip quickly to keep from smiling, when he noticed the stares of the staff and people around. So, Jungkook quickly kept his head down, hoping that not to many people recognized him as the one who was dancing with the prince right now.

Hoseok liked the way Jungkook was reacting. It was always good to be in contact with the people closest to your enemies, for obvious reasons and Jungkook was making it so easy for him that he wondered if the younger was really so naiv - or just really starved for attention. He decided to find out a little more about him and leaned in closely, not really because it was necessary but because he liked how easily Jungkook got flustered. “How old are you, pretty?” He gave him an appreciating smile, letting him know that he actually meant that little nickname. To be honest - something he wasn’t that often - the younger was as pretty as a doll. He wondered if Namjoon slept with him. If yes, Jungkook was just the right person to be nice to.

“I…I am twenty-two,” Jungkook stammered quietly, happy that the music slowed down a little more. It was easier to talk like this. “My Birthday will be soon though. I hope I can have a day off then, I would love to go for a horseback ride with a close friend of mine,” Jungkook said, blushing slightly. It wasn’t his place to talk this much but somehow, he had felt like it was okay to tell Prince Hoseok about it. He was smiling at him, seeming so interested in his thoughts that it made Jungkook just want to keep talking. “But I need to ask for permission first,” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders a little, shifting a little closer to Hoseok who had tightened his hold around the younger one’s waist.

Twenty two. So he was quite young. It was easier to get Jungkook out of his shell than he had thought and so he gently kept pushing to get to know him more. While they talked he let his gaze wander over Jungkook‘s features. There was a little scar above his cheekbone and he wondered if it was from punishment Namjoon had given him. He would have loved to see Jungkook‘s whole body for two reasons; one because if Jungkook had more scars it meant that Namjoon‘s punishments were cruel and Jungkook would easily fall for some kindness - and second simply because he wanted to see the other naked to know if he was just as beautiful under his clothes as he was from what he saw now. Hoseok gave himself a look that he thought would seem concerned before toning down his voice a little, trying to look as honest as possible.

„Does Namjoon treat you nicely?“ When Jungkook hesitated for a second he added, “It‘s just – I‘ll leave Jimin in his care so of course I worry a little. I care for all of my people and I don‘t want him to get hurt, you know? So if you please could be honest with me, I‘d appreciate it tremendously. I promise I won‘t tell anyone that you said anything. I just... want to be sure that what I did wasn‘t a mistake – for Jimin. He might not look like it with all his confidence and the way he is dancing so easily but he is actually very soft and kindhearted and can be quite shy. I don‘t want the king to take advantage of that. Did he take advantage of you?“

Jungkook shook his head, taking a second before he spoke. “I shouldn’t speak about the desires of my king, but I can ensure you that he didn’t take advantage of me.” He paused for a second, his eyes locking with Hoseok’s. “He is the king after all, but he never hurt me or anyone else on purpose. I am his personal maid, Sir. It is my purpose and my desire to please him.” Jungkook said the words as if he had learned them by heart. But it was true. Namjoon never did hurt him on purpose, but it was also true that the king wasn’t one for soft sex at all. Jungkook had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. He didn’t mind it at all, as he always had the pleasure of the king’s soft caresses afterwards.

Sometimes, Namjoon just called him over to make the younger lay there. Naked and in all his youthful glory so the king could trail his fingers all over his skin. Jungkook never dared to say a word in those moments, not wanting to ruin the intimate moments, when Namjoon let him see a more softer part of him. The one part that was yearning for quiet and someone close. Other times, the king was just merciless, all worked up and angry. It happened before that Jungkook simply had been sorting out the king’s clothes, when Namjoon came in took him by his throat and pushed him up a wall to fuck him right there. Or when he called for Jungkook, bending him over the table where they had a important discussion prior. The papers were still strewn all over the table, lying beneath him and he had to be careful not to rip them while Namjoon was fucking into him hard. Jungkook was always there for Namjoon. Had always meant to serve him. And even though the king had several lovers, it was always Jungkook he came back to.

Jungkook put a smile on his face, bowing down deeply when the music had faded out. Suddenly the urge to find the king was aching inside of him...

“You don’t have to worry about Jimin at all. Namjoon is a wonderful...king,” Jungkook said, looking down where Hoseok was still holding onto his hand. They stood in the middle of the dance floor and Jungkook was sure that Namjoon was around. If there was one thing that the king didn’t like was someone else playing with his belongings. And though nothing had happened, Jungkook should have asked for permission first. He could only hope that Namjoon would understand if he told him that Hoseok had wanted an apology for spilling his drink on him. He didn’t want to anger the king on his birthday.

Namjoon was already waiting for him when Jungkook came back, looking at him cooly. “Where were you, Jungkook?” Of course he had seen it. All of it. How Hoseok had started talking to him and how flustered the younger had gotten. Jungkook should have been indifferent or bored or even impolite for all he cared but looking like he was enjoying himself and then dancing with the prince? Namjoon was furious. He wanted to know how Jungkook would react and if he might even lie to him - he didn’t know what would be worse, Jungkook naively telling him everything because he didn’t even think about what he was doing or lying to him. Though at least it would give Namjoon a reason to punish him for it and make sure Jungkook would never dance with Hoseok again.

“I apologize. I was dancing,” Jungkook confessed right away, his cheeks blushing as he got over to Namjoon’s left side. This is where he always stood. A few steps away to not give the expression of Jungkook being of higher status, not that his clothes didn’t give away enough already that he was only a valet. “I ruined the prince’s shirt by spilling some wine and as an apology he asked for a dance. I should have asked for permission first, but you were occupied my king,” Jungkook only looked up at Namjoon when he said the last words, hoping he would understand. “It’s your birthday after all, shouldn’t we celebrate?” He smiled at him, trying to lighten the mood.

“Don’t get cheeky with me. You can’t just skip protocol because you feel like it!” He should be thankful that Jungkook was telling him the truth right away but instead he was still angry. Jungkook was his, goddammit! He was supposed to be his only and he hated it if someone else showed interest in the younger. “Yes, it’s my birthday - and I want to enjoy it properly. You should get me a gift, Jungkookie. Did you get me something? You didn’t, right?” Now he was downright teasing him, a mean little smile on his lips because he knew Jungkook didn’t even have the money to buy him something that would be deemed worthy of being a gift for the king.

Jungkook bit his lip right away, averting his gaze down to the floor. It was so easy for Namjoon to play with him and Jungkook wished he had the guts to talk back sometimes but at the same time he knew it would only backfire. So, he kept his head down, cheeks flushed while he apologized once more. “I won’t dance without your permission again, my king,” He said and bowed lightly, “Do you need me to wait for you in your private rooms?” His heart skipped a beat, as he gulped against the lump in his throat. The only gift Jungkook had was himself. He was the king’s property, his to play with and his birthday present if he was wishing for it.

“Yes.” Namjoon smiled, enjoying how easily Jungkook picked up on what he wanted him to do for him. But it had always been Jungkook’s strong suit, to know what others needed or wanted. And in Namjoon’s case he catered to it willingly. And Namjoon loved it. He loved the feeling of Jungkook’s body going plaint against his or the way he let him dominate their kisses. Jungkook was always there for him, always had been for literally as long he could remember and to know that he would be with him forever was the most comforting and heartwarming thing he could think of.

Jungkook nodded, keeping his gaze low as he turned on his heel and away from the crowded hall. His steps echoed through the empty hallway while he made his way towards the king’s bedroom. Jungkook couldn’t count how many times he had walked the same path. Even when he was a little boy, he had run up the stairwell, knocking at the young king’s door to ask him to play outside. Back then he had no idea what his role would be, that he had been always destined to serve Namjoon. Opening the heavy door, Jungkook shivered a little, letting his gaze wander over the luxurious room. It was almost a routine, how he fired up the fireplace to keep it warm, closed the curtains right after before he fluffed up the blankets of the bed. Taking off his shoes, Jungkook slowly began to undress.

Jungkook’s routine gave Namjoon the time to wrap things up; he couldn’t just vanish without telling anyone but he was bored by the feast already. So he excused himself the official way, thanking everyone that he was supposed to thank turning it into one of those semi-official royal acts he did all the time, officially expressing his gratitude, reassuring some of his friendship, not-quite-pledging his loyalty to the noblemen and - women who brought him gifts or had sworn an oath for him - or were just one of those families who had been close to the royal family for age. His guests didn’t really mind his absence, in fact it might even have a relaxing effect to know that the king wasn’t watching and mistakes could potentially seen as weaknesses. When he could finally leave the great hall Namjoon was buzzing with restless energy. Energy he wanted to take out on Jungkook.

Jungkook had put on a robe to still keep himself wrapped up enough for Namjoon to take off again. But the king never liked too much clothing and Jungkook really didn’t want to get his new outfit ripped. It had been very expensive and was made for special occasions – like today. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently until he could hear the door open. His heart was beating fast and even though Jungkook had tried to keep calm, he had jerked a little when Namjoon came in.

“ Ah, I see you’re all ready for me.” Namjoon let his gaze wander over everything Jungkook had prepared and then nodded appreciatively. “Well done, Kook.” He only ever called him cute nicknames behind closed doors because no matter how long they knew each other or how close they were it wasn’t really appropriate to do that. Namjoon came close and stood right besides Jungkook, ruffling his hair a little. What had started as a cute gesture turned quickly into something more when he dug his fingers softly into Jungkook’s hair, getting a good grip before pulling the others head back a little. “Oh my, look at that beautiful mouth of yours. It would be a shame if we didn’t get to use that tonight, wouldn’t it?” He whispered against him.

Jungkook didn’t even gasp when Namjoon pulled his head back like that, only looking up at him with big eyes. He licked over his lips slowly, feeling the grip in his hair loosen as he let himself slip from the edge of the bed and get on his knees on the floor. Namjoon motioned for him to get rid of the robe and Jungkook complied, dwelling in the attention of the king’s gaze on his body. He had pulled of his own dress shirt so easily that it had left Jungkook speechless until he stood right in front of him. Jungkook looked up at him, his face flushed, lips pursed as he let his hands wander up his thighs. He easily pulled down the pants enough for Namjoon’s cock to be freed. The younger one bit his lip, blinking his eyes sweetly when he gripped him firmly, moving his hand up and down a few times. A grip in his hair made Jungkook move closer, taking the tip of the king’s dick into his mouth. He gave it a few licks and wrapped his hand tightly around the rest of his cock, starting to move his hand rhythmically while he was licking slowly, sucking the tip and holding the king’s gaze.

“Yeah, like this!” Namjoon buried his fingers in Jungkook’s hair again, massaging the boy’s scalp while also pushing him forward. Jungkook was immensely good at this. Maybe it was the practice he had or maybe it was just his will to please the king. Either way Namjoon always lost himself in pleasure when Jungkook was on his knees for him. When the younger had teased him enough he placed his hand in Jungkook’s neck and pushed him closer, feeling his cock sliding deeper into the boys warm, wet mouth and down his throat. Jungkook didn’t even gag, he was used to it. He closed his eyes when he started to fuck Jungkook’s throat in earnest. knowing that Jungkook probably did the same because no matter how much control he had about his gag reflex his eyes still teared up sometimes. “Can’t think about Hoseok when you’ve got my dick down your throat now,” He was breathless, moaning, not sure Jungkook even understood him but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Jungkook was here and he was his to do with as he pleased. His favourite little toy.

Jungkook couldn’t help but let Namjoon take whatever he needed, breathing through his nose all while he was looking up at him. He could feel himself harden from the tension, the pleasure that Namjoon evoked in him every time. Tears were starting to form in his eyes from the feeling, but it was too pleasing to quit and Jungkook only sank lower onto him. He shut his eyes for a moment, took a few deep breaths through his nose and then swallowed down, making Namjoon buck his hips into Jungkook’s mouth, moaning even louder, cursing and praising Jungkook. When he finally let go off him, the younger one was panting but he didn’t dare to wipe over his mouth. He rather gazed up again, showing off the dirty view that he was presenting. “I only serve you, my king,” Jungkook spoke, his voice sounding a little rough. He moved closer again, taking Namjoon’s dick in his hand and jerking him off slowly, while his tongue was licking over his length, moving down to his balls, where he sucked on them deliciously. Jungkook was sure that Namjoon wanted more than just a blowjob tonight. So it surprised him when Namjoon asked him to take him back in.

“I want to come in your mouth.” He stated, wiping over Jungkook’s face where the younger had gotten his cheek dirty. He was strung tight and was aching for relief, otherwise he might have enjoyed to fuck Jungkook hard enough for the younger to still feel it tomorrow so that he would remember he was his. There was too much exhaustion in his veins though; it had be a long day and everything he wanted was to come in Jungkook’s beautiful mouth and then pull the younger into bed with him to fall asleep next to him with his face buried in Jungkook’s hair and the youngers head close to his chest where he could feel the warm breath on his skin and Jungkook’s heartbeat close to his own.

He took him back in eagerly, doing exactly what Namjoon told him. He wondered why Namjoon wouldn’t want more tonight, when suddenly it hit him. Jimin. The dancer. Jungkook let out a small whine, taking the king’s cock in deeper, sucking on him harshly and doing exactly what he knew would drive him crazy. He didn’t care if it was just his own jealousy which was playing tricks on his mind, or if Namjoon had taken a deeper interest in the dancer. He didn’t know and maybe he didn’t want to know. Jungkook moaned sweetly, sucking on the tip deliciously while he was batting his eyelashes at Namjoon. Then he took him deeper again, swallowing around him repeatedly, showing the king why he was his favorite to play with.

“Jungkook...fuck!” He had no chance to draw this out with Jungkook going for it like that so he let the pleasure wash over him, trail down his spine and pool in his gut where it intensified with each swipe of the younger’s tongue. He came harsh and without warning down Jungkook’s throat, keeping the youngers head in place so he couldn’t pull away. Jungkook swallowed all of it like the good servant he was, only gasping for breath after when Namjoon pulled out of his mouth.

“Damn you were really eager tonight, weren’t you? I’ll go use the bathroom and then you can clean yourself up before going to bed. It was a long day and it’ll be just as exhausting tomorrow with Hoseok around. I’ll make three crosses when he finally went back to his own kingdom again.”

Jungkook only nodded, watching Namjoon attentively when he turned around. He couldn’t keep from staring at his strong thighs, his broad shoulders and arms. In Jungkook’s eyes, Namjoon surely was sculpted by the gods themselves. Biting his lip, he looked down, groaning when he saw his own hard-on that he had to take care of. He took the robe, tying it around his waist tightly.

When Jungkook had cleaned himself up as well, he simply followed Namjoon into his bed, losing the silk robe at the edge. He laid down beside the king, who had his back turned towards him. He let his hands caressing over the strong muscles shoulders as he massaged over the soft skin. Leaving a few soft kisses there, he pushed a little deeper, feeling how tense Namjoon was. Jungkook shifted closer when the king turned around, easily fitting into his embrace – just like they always did. His head on his chest, while he was mindlessly tracing the lines of Namjoon’s abs.

“You’re way more powerful than him. He knows that, he’s only afraid of you,” Jungkook said quietly, gazing up at his king, “You can send Taehyung to keep him occupied maybe? If he would draw him then you at least have a few hours of silence, while Prince Hoseok can’t move.” He giggled softly, pulling himself closer to the warmth that Namjoon was providing.

“Of course I’m more powerful than him. How can you think I would ever doubt that? Stop stating the obvious!” He was irritated - even more so that Jungkook must have picked up on his thoughts about Hoseok. Still it was pretty cocky of the younger to even address that matter. It was a good thing he liked having Jungkook besides him in bed, especially when the younger was working his magic hands on his body or else he might have thrown Jungkook out of bed.

“No, he doesn’t deserve Taehyung. It was quite nice of him to apologize - and lending me Jimin is a generous gift that I would have never expected of him. But he’s still the hot blooded over-emotional, dramatic idiot that challenged my guards and threw fruits at a servant once and who manages to get drunk every once in awhile to embarrass himself and his dad and me in process. I won’t send him Taehyung. And you shouldn’t tell me what to do Jungkook. It’s the other way round, remember?”

Jungkook blushed, quickly putting his hand under his cheek so Namjoon didn’t feel the heat radiating from him in embarrassment. “I apologize,” He said quietly, gazing up at the king. Sometimes he just couldn’t help it to not say something. He just wanted Namjoon to feel good, to feel powerful and to know that he was the best man to rule this country. Nonetheless Jungkook had to bite his lip, thinking that even though Hoseok had showed the worst parts of him in the past that maybe he could change. He didn’t seem like the reckless prince tonight. He was actually kind towards him, even though Jungkook had no status at all. It left him wondering about the prince, his heart beating faster when he caught himself thinking about Hoseok’s smile and the way he had lead him over the dance floor. It was almost as if they had been flying. The prince had seemed so carefree, far from the person he used to be and for a moment Jungkook could forget that he was only a valet.

A/N: Tadah! What? Another story? Yes! But this one will only have about five chapters and will be updated every two weeks! So get ready for it! I hope you will like this! And I hope you read the disclaimers before hand! Leave us a comment on what you think will happen next ;)

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