#Nari is way more jealous you might say

[aveloka-draws]

Kekeke how does Nari feel being back home? :)c

He's alright, just a little confused about what happened I suppose. Using well what he learned.

[bluexiao]

#“is this… a love bite, darling?”

—you have a hickey… or is it really?

CHARACTERS. Al-Haitham, Ayato, Childe, Kaeya, Kazuha, Tighnari, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xiao

THEMES. mostly crack, slightly suggestive, fluff (mentions of scenting on Tighnari’s but it’s for the laughs anyway); has a few curses here and there

NOTES. I’M BACK !!! haven’t written this much for… weeks? i think it’s been a month or two. i hope i did not rusted out but hey enjoy~ also, happy birthday ayato yay

XIAO knew very well that he had mostly been absent these days–actually, for most of the days. It is true, but he did try to give you as much time as he could whilst not overlooking his duty to Liyue.

This time, you tried to play a prank on him (well, you did miss him a lot), and it was a suggestion from your friend… yep, it is certainly not the boss of your Yaksha’s god who is probably now awaiting for the news of how your lover will react on that small mark on your neck.

“What is the meaning of this?” his voice looms over all of a sudden.

“Xiao!” You jump for a second, surprised at how fast he had gotten in the room when you had just barely uttered his name aloud. Your surprise strengthens even more as his spear falls to the side and he steps forward to your form, eyes trained on your neck, with a hand raising carefully-

“What… happened to your…” he trails off, raising his eyes to meet yours, “why are you hurt? Did… did someone do this to you?”

You could tell that he was this close to speed off to try and find anyone who could have possibly caused such a mark in your (delicate) skin—ah!

“N-no, I mean… I just…” you bit your lip, I just scratched it… a bit too much, I suppose,” you then took his raised hand (that was too fearful to even touch you), and smiled gently his way. “Don’t worry about it too much, love.”

The tension on his shoulders ease up, but you could tell he was still worried with the frown on his lips and the concern in his eyes.

“I see… should I ask for an ointment? Yes, I probably should… I’ll be back in a moment.”

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The WANDERER’s eyes immediately zero into your neck.

Was he forgetting something?

Did something happen last night??

Did he perhaps accidentally do something that-

“Hey, what’s on your mind, love?” you’d try to get him to spit it out-but nope, he wouldn’t say a single thing about it.

You’d probably think he was all jealous and shit, but this prick actually misunderstood it!

“No, it’s nothing,” he hurriedly dismisses you, looking away with a small blush on his cheeks, “it’s just… do you not have a scarf?! It’s cold nowadays. Can’t have you sneezing right in front of my face.”

He immediately tries to get a hold of a scarf—no matter whose it is.

“But it’s not cold in Sumeru at all!”

“Oh, is it? Then still wear it. The sun might damage your skin, can't have you complaining about it.”

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TIGHNARI, for one, is naturally someone who does not shy away when words need to be said. A very straightforward one, you need not be told as you already knew very much. So when the time came that you suddenly had a mark on your neck (that you did not know where it came from) and it looks very much like a love bite that someone would give to a person they like, he was already by your side in a heartbeat.

“Hm, I do not think I quite recall giving such a mark on you, darling,” he’d whisper next to your ear as he so nonchalantly brushes away the piece of clothing that tried to hide the mark—but it wasn’t enough, it appears… or so you made it to be.

“Nari, I-”

“Huh? What was that?” He’d cut you off purposefully, an arm around your waist. And all of a sudden, he was all over you, probably scenting you like a madman until he realizes it was all fake and he’d pretend nothing happened in the past few minutes when everyone and you saw how he reacted not too long ago.

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KAZUHA is a sly little piece of shit. He does not ask you anything about it until he gets close enough to examine them. Would very much know what you would think before you could even think about it (sometimes he has his friend, the wind, tell him about it, what a weirdo right), and he would call you out in a way that would not be too direct, sometimes, it would even take you a while to realize that he was trying to communicate to you something and he would just be very patient about it.

“Dove, I think you have something on your neck,” he’d probably say, and you’d stiffen as you thought he caught on to your act… but he’d just flash you a sweet smile as he raises… a leaf.

A fucking leaf.

Where in Teyvat did that even come from?!

“I suppose even nature loves the feeling of your skin, my love.”

Nope! He definitely has you all figured out and is just trying to make your skin crawl… well, two can play the game, right?

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KAEYA would know what a love bite would look like, especially when it’s from him and on you.

And this one on you? Well, it doesn’t even look like a hickey.

Ah, he would think, he gets it now.

One look was all it took for him to find out, and one look was all it took for you to find out what was in his mind as well. With this, you would begin to think of ways to try and not let him get you alone, but you soon realized that even if you two were with friends or in a public setting, this man would not stop at anything… to tease you back.

“What is it, dear? Don’t tell me… you’re giving up now, are you? Come on, you have my whole attention. What is it that you want from me?”

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CHILDE would also very much know what his hickey looks like—and this one is definitely not his!

Actually, he did not even notice just how much you botched this fake hickey because he was already marching his way toward you.

“Babe, you’re coming with me,” he thought he was smooth as he ushered you out of the Bank, his subordinates following your forms before whispering about the mark on your neck once you two were out of reach.

Oh, how many people you fooled that day.

“What is the meaning of thi—” he immediately stops on his tracks as he finally realizes once he was this close to you and once he had focused on how it doesn’t really look like a love bite at all and how idiotic he probably looks and sounds right now.

Your laugh suddenly resonates through the walls of his office, even playfully slapping his shoulder as he purses his lips into a pout and narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I won this time, babe, sorry not sorry,” you flash him a grin and he could not help but melt at how angelic you look right now despite the looming defeat he had.

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AYATO was quite certain of his absence. It cannot be blamed on the nature of his position and his work, however, it was still irresponsible of him to neglect his lover. And thus, he was actually in the middle of a plan for his surprise for you a few days from now–to at least make it up for the lost time due to the work he had taken over these past few days.

At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. Surely that mark on your neck, just a few inches below your jaw is not a love bite… right? He was fairly sure that he had been away for the past nights prior to tonight, so…

“My dear, do you not feel like your neck feels lonely these days?” he’d ask in a smooth voice, then pulling out a box behind him, revealing a gift that encased a gorgeous necklace that you were pretty sure cost a lot.

You failed to answer or say anything at all, baffled at how easily he had gotten you speechless and to forget about the prank you had set up for him–wait, has he not seen it yet? You’d question yourself, surely, he could have, right?

“So, would you like to explain to me why there is a fake love bite on your skin? Darling? Perhaps you’d like to see what a real one looks like.”

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AL-HAITHAM is another self-aware man, at least, that’s what he thinks he is. If you had been with him for a long time or at the very least knew him as much, you would know just how much of a lie that is. After all, Al-Haitham is a very dense guy. He may be aware that he had been busy the past few days, but his thoughts do not wander toward how you might feel because of this.

“Is there… something I am missing?”

He asks with a tilt of his head to the side, probably looking at you up and down and… something just seems… odd.

“What?” You raised a brow as you felt your face heat up—did he see it? Questions rose to your mind as you can’t help but also feel embarrassed with what you’re doing right now.

He doesn’t notice it!?!

“Ugh, never mind!” You walk out of the room, and unbeknownst to you, he is mumbling on his own before he settles his eyes on his book once more.

“That mark… did I make that?”

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[mikaleialt]

Stolen Hoodie SMAU

Halloween Smut Special!!

A/n: doing god's work and giving yall Nada smut in collaboration with my gf @badasgirlfriend .

Bada finally had enough, as she glares at the girls talking at the other side of the room. Bada's grip on the her cup tightens as she watches Nari and Xiaoting be close to each other.

"Girl what did the cup ever do to you" Lusher calls out as Bada's cup is finally bent from how strong her grip is and the drink splatters on her hands.

"Shit" Bada muttered as she makes her way to Nari, leaving Lusher confused before piecing the two together. Lusher smiles as she announced what happened to their group chat.

Bada grabs another cup of alcohol, downing it down in one go as she makes her way through the lively crowd to the girl wearing a Lola bunny costume.

"Come with me" Bada said as she glares at the girl who is flirting with Nari.

"Wait— where are we going?" Nari stumbles on her feet as she try to keep up with the taller girl.

Soon they reached one of the empty room in Aeri's house as Bada quickly locked the door before pushing Nari against it.

"What the fuck is wrong with yo—" Bada cuts off Nari by a kiss to which the girl immediately responds.

The sexual tension between the two has finally got into them as they both finally give in.

Bada's hands started to roam all around the shorter girl's body, caressing her waist then coming up to her back

"Fuck, Nari" Bada said in between the kiss before licking the girls lower lips, asking for permission to which Nari granted as she opens her mouth slightly agape as their tongues intertwines.

One of Bada's hands is now in the back Nari's head whilst the other is busying itself taking off Nari's top.

"W-wait— Bada stop" Nari pulled away from the kiss making the taller girl stare down at her.

"What?" The taller girl asked annoyed, her actions are already fueled with lust and jealousy, she just wants to take Nari right then and there.

"What's the problem, why are you acting weird?" Bada scoffs "Kissing you is weird?".

"That's not what I meant" Nari crosses her arms around her chest, which made Bada look down and stare at the girl's exposed cleavage, making the girl bit her lip unconsciously.

"Bada!" Nari called out to the girl, Bada rubs her face as she lets out an exasperated sigh before turning away from Nari, walking to the middle of the dimly room where the bed is before sitting on it.

"You wanna know my problem?" Bada stood up once again, approaching the girl slowly. "My problem is that girl you're talking with, can't you see how she is litterally eye fucking you all these time?"

"So the whole reason for this is just because you're jealous of Xiaoting?" Nari can't hide her smile as she looks at Bada.

"What's with that look?" Bada stares at Nari who has a teasing face on. "You look so cute when you're jealous you know?" Nari teases.

Bada lets out another sigh before passing the girl to open the door. "This is so dumb" Bada said but Nari stops her from going away any further.

"Where are you going?" The shorter girl pulls Bada closer before pushing her against the door.

"You can't just leave me like this you know?" Nari started leaving butterfly kisses around Bada's neck, earning a gasp from the tall girl.

"You need to finish what you've started Ms.Lee" Bada could swear that her eyes might just roll to the back of her head when she heard Nari talk that seductively.

"Fucking hell" Bada could only say before bringing Nari to the middle of the room and pushing her down to bed as she climbs up on top of her.

The two pull each other once again into a passionate kiss, not wasting any time as Bada started trailing down kisses on Nari's neck, sucking and biting, leaving red spots all over it.

As Nari's hands grips on Bada's hair, pushing her head deeper while exposing more of her neck to her.

"Bada—" Nari managed to moan out which made Bada's kisses go harder. Bada's hand is placed on Nari's thigh, caressing it which just made Nari moan louder.

The loud music from the party outside drowns out their moans as the two continues to eat each others faces, tonguea intertwined, Bada's leg is placed between Nari's making the girl grind into it.

"Stand up and strip for me" Bada commanded as she moves away to make room for Nari, the girl immediately complied and began taking of her costume as painfully slow as possible while swaying her hips to the blaring music outside the room. Bada couldn't help but bit her lips as she stare her down.

Nari finally reveals her white laced bralette with a pairing laced thong underneath her Lola costume. Bada inhales sharply as she admires Nari's body.

"Fuck, come here baby" Bada gestures to her lap, as Nari sits on it, placing her legs to the tall girls sides. Bada immediately attacked Nari's neck once again. Sucking and biting more hasher, trailing the kisses down to her cleavage while her hands caresses Nari's inner thighs, her fingers casually grazing over the girl's clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch on the girl's panties.

Nari couldn't help but grind onto the dancer's lap as she felt herself getting lost from the stimulation she is experiencing from Bada's hands and mouth.

"B-Bada..." Nari whines "...want more please~"

"God you sound so cute when you beg, what do you want baby?" Bada teases as she 'accidentally' grazes over Nari's clit again, that causes the girl to mewl.

"Hmm—Ah!" Nari's soft moans just turns on Bada more as she yearns for more. Bada finally had enough and pull off Nari's bralette and dives in, taking one tit in her mouth whilst massaging the other.

Nari's eyes rolls to the back of her head once she felt Bada push aside her panties and start playing with her clit, the soft squelches of her cunt can be heard echoing in the room despite the loud music outside.

"Oh— hah, Bada so g-good" Nari moans as her hands flew to the dancer's hair as she gives it a light tug. Bada moans against Nari's tits when she felt the pleasurable pain from her scalps.

Bada then released the girl's breast before capturing Nari's lips once again, pushing her tongue inside her partner's mouth as she inserts a finger inside Nari's sopping cunt.

This made the girl arch her back, and break away from the kiss, releasing a loud moan.

"Oh shit— you're so wet yet you're so tight" Bada muttered under breath as she pulls Nari once again for a kiss while her other hands massaged the girl's tits once again

Nari couldn't help but moan into the kiss, her hand is still tugging on Bada's hair, whilst the other is on the tall girl's shoulder for support as she starts riding Bada's fingers.

Tears started welling up on Nari's eyes as she feels the overwhelming pleasure, Bada has inserted another finger inside her while her thumbs continues to massaged her clit.

Her legs started to shake as her eye rolls uncontrollably when she felt a knot building up on her stomach.

"B-bada wait I— ngh" Bada smirk as she felt Nari's walls tighten "Yeah, I know" Bada presses some butterfly kisses on Nari's neck over the bruises she puts herself, "go ahead baby, cum on fingers" her pace fastens as the knot on Nari's stomach finally breaks.

Her body is shaking as Bada helps her chase her high before making her lay down on the bed.

Planting subtle kisses on her lips, cheeks and neck, going over all the marks she planted. "god I love you so much" Bada muttered against Nari's skin as she continues planting kisses all over her body, from the girl's neck, down to her breasts, before planting kisses on her thighs.

Although still sensitive from her first orgasm, Nari found a bit of strength to raise her head only to see Bada positioning herself in between Nari's legs.

Bada pulls down Nari's underwear before trailing kisses again on her stomach down to her pussy, "Bada, what are you doing?" Nari tries to stop Bada as she is still recovering from the previous orgasm.

"Oh darling, did you think I'm done with you?" The room is a bit dark but Nari could sense Bada's smirk as her face comes closer to her cunt before giving it one long stripe and another after another until Bada is pressing her face on Nari's cunt.

Her tongue goes deep inside her, occasionally sucking on her clit, while she thrust fingers back and forth.

Nari's legs are over Bada's shoulders, her moans are uncontrollable, her nails are leaving scratch marks on Bada's back which just made the dancer moan onto Nari's cunt, sending out vibrations to her body which made her shiver. Her toes curling at how good Bada's mouth and fingers work on her body.

A few tears streaks down from her eyes as the pleasure starts to build up once again on her body. Her breathes started getting short as she Bada continues to eat her out.

Nari pushed back Bada's hair as she watches how the dancer eats her out. Bada's eyes were closed, almost like she is savoring the girl's flavor, treating her like a delicacy. Slowly, Bada looks up and made eye contact to Nari, smirking as she dives in once again back to Nari's cunt which makes her throw her head back.

"Mhmm— so fucking delicious" Bada muttered before planting kisses Nari's inner thigh before going back to eating her out "should've done this earlier" Bada chuckles against Nari's pussy. " Yeah, you should have—Oh!" Nari retorted but Bada immediately cut her of by thrusting her fingers faster and harder.

Nari arches her back as she moves her hips to the same rhythm Bada sets as she chases another orgasm.

"B-Bada i'm gonna— ngh hah" her breath staggers as she finally releases her juices, her legs shakes as her toes curl from the pleasure as Bada gladly laps up her juices, not wasting a single drop.

Soon, the exhaustion has finally get to Nari's system as she passed out on the bed, when Bada noticed this she couldn't help but chuckles as she stood up and finally turning on the light in the room.

As Bada finally looks back at Nari, she first admire the hickeys she planted all across Nari's neck and breast, but as her gaze trails down, she starts to notice the bruises on the sleeping girl's body. These aren't just normal bruises, it seems like it was there for some time now, some are already fading while some looks like it's still fresh and was just a few days old.

Bada's eyes grew with concern as she inspects the girl's bruises closer. "I promise I'll find a way to help get you away from that man" tall girl muttered under her breath.

Bada decided to worry about the concerning marks on Nari's body and decided that she should clean the girl up first.

But as Bada was about to pick up Nari's clothes on the floor. The door was abruptly opened by none other than a drunk Yeonjun.

"Oh shit" the two made eye contact, Bada quickly turns around and covers Nari's naked body, while Yeonjun quickly turns around and closed the door, looking traumatised as he goes back to where his other friends were.

"Fuck" Bada thought to herself, putting Nari's clothes quickly and picked her up, carrying her all the way to her car, as she drives back to her apartment.

[sleepysheepiiee]

What's the "lore" behind the new wife. Did lamb and her become an item after they (lamb) married both Nari and Juul? Or they married the first wife then "new" wife and then Nari?

If its the first how does Nari feel about the lamb taking on a new spouse and feel about said spouse? How does the new wife feel about the other spouses?

Same goes for Juul and her feelings on the new spouse?

Sorry for so many question I'm just curious lol. You don't have to answer them.

Hey Anon! Nah I don’t mind answering lol especially since I’ve rewritten some of my lore on the OCs, such as Lamb, and their wife, a few other followers, he’ll even my iteration of the Yellow cat is different (when I first drew him I had named him Thertyty and he was a darker yellow, and now he’s lighter and named Meringue)

It’s been a bit of time since I first made Juulda and and she’s a lot different than how i originally made her, she was originally supposed to be named Judas married to the Lamb and was supposed to be male, with the idea of the Lamb’s first dissenter being their own spouse, but that was scrapped and she became Juulda and i started drawing her as presenting as a woman in her more refined sketches and—

All this to say that I’m fickle and my ideas change over time lol.

But to clarify in new lore Alnaar is the first wife, Juulda is the second wife, and Narinder was married last.

Juulda and Alnaar get along well, they actually consider themselves wives to each other and not just to women who are wives to the lamb, so there’s actual affection in there. Now Juulda can still be jealous of Alnaar but it’s nothing too serious.

Since Narinder was the last spouse he doesn’t care that the lamb has two wives. He thinks highly of himself so he doesn’t think he has to fight for the lamb’s affection in any way (he gets it no matter what).

Alnaar doesn’t care for Narinder since she hates his attitude but she’ll be civil because whether she likes it or not the cat is spouse of the lamb and she just wants to keep peace. After a while (think many many years) she would consider Narinder to be an acquaintance, but honestly she only cares about him cause the Lamb does

Juulda on the other absolutely hated Narinder the moment she and the other followers were locked into cages during the fight for the crown, and even more so when the Lamb accepted him into the cult. She hates how the lamb kept such a kindness with him even after he tried to sneak kill them after it all. She especially hated that the lamb took him as their new spouse. I think after a while once the aggression and jealousy becomes tiresome she eventually warms up to the ex god and might consider him a friend, but that isn’t for a long time.

This is where I am now headcanon/lore/whatever-you-wanna-call-it wise, but there’ll be more to come, thanks again for the ask!

[narilily]

Nari was a little bit jealous of those people who loved to clean, who found it relaxing and could just spend hours dusting or vacuuming or organizing. She got in her moods, of course, times when she wanted to do nothing more than fix the house up, look pretty, but… more often than not, she liked her house the way it was and would prefer to spend the time doing anything else. "I know, whenever people enter my house and start to ask if they need to take off their shoes or if they can sit on the furniture, I just sort of laugh. My house is your house, you know?" And truthfully, that was how Nari wanted to live her life -- having a space where people felt welcomes and happy, at home and comfortable. People needed that in their lives. "True!" she laughed, "does that mean you're the kind of person who doesn't ever say 'that's good!' when someone is grating some on your food, since you just want more and more?" That was why the waitresses always ended up sighing with exasperation at Nari when she went to Rossi's. She was going to go through the entire supply of cheese. Letting out another laugh as Natasha said that Bryan had helped her become better at cooking, she shot her friend a grin. "Bryan might laugh at you if you said his chef skills helped you prepare a salad. But I'm sure he's taught you a lot. Do you guys cook dinner together often?" Picking up a ripe tomato, Nari began to slice into it carefully.

"Oh totally, trust me I get it," she said with a smile and a shake of her head, "I'm the same way, or at least I try to!" She winced playfully as she could probably keep up with the cleaning a bit better, though Nari's place was pristine. She almost wondered if dust even knew this place existed since it was so clean. "Exactly, plus you don't want to live in a place where someone is afraid to sit down or heck, you're afraid to sit down to mess something up." She knew of those types of people, where you were afraid to move because someone will have a cow that something either shifted or looked like a human was there. "I like to think cheese should have been my middle name, I love it so much. But I totally get it, sometimes you need variety. Like in life too." Tasha loved cheese, almost all except maybe blue cheese, she wasn't much of a fan of that. Otherwise she could eat cheese with almost every meal. "Yeah I can absolutely help! Thank goodness my boyfriend is a chef and has helped me learn to cook, otherwise I wouldn't be much help in here."

[nari-nim]

yeosang as your boyfriend

nari note: kicking off the bf series with this king. who do you want to see next? creds for gif goes to @holy-yeosang​

Let’s be honest, you might have to make the first move with him

But it’s worth it because yeosang is actually such boyfriend material

He takes comfort in established familiarity and warm-heartedness, so likes taking things slow and understanding your personality more than anything

Shy boi at first even as y’all are dating

It can take a long time to reach the point he’s super comfortable. 

But please be patient with him because he really has super intense and strong feelings for you

Super playful and chaotic once he feels max comfortable around you!!

Type to be quiet around others but then rambles nonstop with you. Would be so funny too, he has so many hot takes he was holding in 

Can be unpredictable, but not in a bad way! 

More like he just stares at you in such a straight face until you get slightly worried, but he just feeds you three pocky sticks, kisses your lips as you are munching in confusion, and then leaves

Also please he’s so funny??? Like it’s not the type of humor like Wooyoung who just is so loud and makes everyone laugh, but the type where he makes such snarky or intellectual jabs at the situation/those around him

So it just ends up with the two of your snickering on the side

So many inside jokes

So much laughter, always 

Definitely the type to tease you as his form of flirting

Enjoys personal attention and lots of eye contact when talking about literally anything that comes to mind

Really likes just sitting with you somewhere cozy and talking about life for hours and hours on end

Once he’s comfortable, he’s actually so adorably expressive and unafraid to return PDA

While he may struggle with emotional expression at times, physical affection can stand in loving words for him

While not as touchy as San or Wooyoung, he isn’t afraid to have the two of you be in your own world

Sits close to you at any given opportunity and quietly takes care of you

Like offering you snacks first, moves your hair behind your ears, urges you to wrap you arms around his, gives you his jacket

He’s the type to love you quietly

Actions speak louder than words, and his actions are so incredibly thoughtful and attentive

For example, he may not be tripping over himself to tell you just how much he loves you 24/7 but he never fails to open soft drinks for you after the one time your nail broke in front of him when you tried to pry the metal tab open, he literally ignores the group chat but makes sure he bids you good morning and good night because he’s seen how happy they make you feel, etc

Ok but he is so kind even if he rarely voices it. You can absolutely count on him to be there for emotional and practical support whenever it’s needed.

Very trusting in the relationship

He is really understanding of you having friends/a life outside of him so he’s less likely to get jealous

Really rational in disagreements

Sometimes it can get hard to read his expressions, so it’s important you both learn to communicate a lot to keep the relationship healthy! He’s actually really good at voicing his thoughts and opinions well once he has the space to do so

Values reciprocation

Will do aegyo to make you blush or sway things in his favor. And then will proceed to hide his face immediately after

please he is Adorable

You’re his hype man. He will also then get super shy, but loves every single second of it. Secretly wants you to hype him up nonstop

I think he secretly really enjoys words of affirmation as his primary love language (receiving).

Compliments can be a little rare from him, so when he does compliment you, you know he really means it!! 

And he will roast you

Sometimes, he has his fun by occasionally starting some verbal sparring followed by intense making up. 

Like he’ll choose a topic and say something so wild about it just to see your expression. Pushes your buttons a little before either one of you has to shut the other up through a make out session or a bet

Just very trustworthy, loyal, loving and faithful as a whole uwu

NSFW after this

With that being said, he’s a switch

I don’t see power play being as big of deal for him tbh, he likes to go with the flow with what you both feel like during the moment

literally his preference to dom or sub may actually depend on you and the dynamic of the relationship

when he’s dom, he’s soft or hard depending on the mood as well

but ngl I’m leaning on that hard dom agenda

Sex with him can start out a bit vanilla at first

He’s so careful and wants you to be comfy :’)

But give it a few rounds and lots of communication, his kinky ass will take over

Takes a lot of joy in pleasing you, and can take this to an extreme where he just wants to watch you cum again and again and again from his touch

Um can be a bit of a sadist 

Type to ask you if it hurts while overstimulating you and says “good” when you moan in affirmation 

Secretly has a thing to see you cry 

Also really likes edging

He likes driving you so desperate to the point you’re begging him to let you cum

As you’re reaching and moaning for him he’ll say in a teasing tone “oh really, what do you want? You want my cock? Hm? Is that it?” 

Just to hear your pleady whines

That mocking tone will send shivers down anyone’s spine 

Oh My God you cannot tell me he won’t have a degradation kink (giving)

Also the type to be like “use your words” while he’s going down on you and then proceed to suck your clit extra hard, making you unable to form coherent sounds through your loud moans. It then becomes his excuse to edge you for yet another round because you didn’t use your words, did you?

Whew, anyways

Grab onto his biceps while he rails into you and notice how they flex underneath you as he starts pounding harder in response

Likes to show off his gains by pushing you up against a wall 

Also likes it when you top him

Likes hearing you really vocal, even though he’s more on the quieter side when he isn’t dirty talking

Usually just groans when hitting an extra sensitive spot or when you give a particularly good blowjob that day

Likes having you go down on him as foreplay, but prefers penetration as an end goal

Into the classic missionary and launchpad positions so he can see your expression clearly as he overstimulates/edges you

Likes seeing you look up at him through those teary eyes <3

But also very into doggy style

Likes fucking you into the sheets in general, so any position adjacent to that is on his favorites list

um his fingering game is so strong

In the mornings, likes slowly fucking you from behind while spooning you so he can also grab onto your tits or play with your clit

His end goal always is to make you feel so fucking good, it just manifests differently than service tops like Seonghwa or Yunho

Very private about your sex life and not into public sex at all

Possessive in that way. Only he can touch you like that, see you like that, hear your moans like that, etc

Likes hearing you confirm that 

“Only I can make you scream like this”

“Who fucks you this good, huh?”

“C’mon, say it louder.” 

Has one hell of a degradation kink (giving) me thinks

Likes it when you talk back, lowkey likes brat taming when he’s in a dom mood

But does like teasing you in public and keeping it like that until you both find a bedroom, gets off on the idea of you both having to hide your neediness in public

Very little people expect that from just seeing you both together in regular settings 

But little do they know despite the two of you innocently sitting together eating brunch with the team, leaving a few inches for jesus, y’all just had the freakiest sex before getting there. Like you’re literally shifting around in your seat as the soreness kicks in, and Yeosang is smirking ever so slightly at your discomfort

Will rest a heavy head on your upper thigh for a few seconds, brushing his pinky finger against your clothed clit through the thin fabric of your outfit, as he reaches for the bread basket 

Likes hearing that little gasp leaving your lips

Knows he’s leaving you very frustrated and will use that to his advantage later

The whole time, he has the most innocent, fair expression on his face

when he’s a sub tho?

similar vibes. wants you to feel good. 

Still wants to dirty talk, but it’s far more subservient now

one quick way to get him into subspace

if you push him far enough, then he’s so pouty and clingy and fucking cute

It’s so rare to see him like this but always such a treat

favorite positions is to have you ride him and he’ll play with your tits

or he’s still fucking you into the sheets but you are 100% in control

Just imagine him all whiny and teary as he fucks into you, begging you to let him cum as your clench your walls purposely around him, making him yelp as he tries to still his shaking thighs to wait for your signal

actually can be quite obedient as a sub

truly will do his best to be your good boy 

Anyways, aftercare is pretty good with him. He’s very caring and gentle and checks in a lot with you (he better, usually he fucks quite a few rounds out of you)

If he’s fucked out tho, make sure he is also taken care of! As a sub, he follows your orders so well so he’ll probably fall asleep so fast after intensely cumming for the nth time 

At the very least wipes you both down clean with a warm washcloth and kisses you to sleep

Likes spooning you at the end :’)

give him his cuddles </3

masterlist

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Watching the Rise of the Titans movie and I'll be documenting all of my thoughts/reactions here. [Spoiler Warning]

So instead of reblogging every new update, I'm just going to have this post up on my phone as I watch and type my reactions in a bullet list format.

Nari's human disguise is so cute. As someone who does have a cottagecore aesthetic, I want to cosplay her so bad

Are Skrael and/or Belroc non-binary coded? Regardless, I'm also obsessed and I want to fuck Skrael and be Belroc.

STEVE CARING ABOUT JIM BEING HURT YESSSS!!! My god his redemption has probably been one of the greatest there is because he doesn't just suddenly go from being a bully to a completely good person. You can see the gradual shift in learning better throughout the shows which is awesome.

IN NEW YOOOOOOORRRRRRRK!!!!!! CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

The mugshot montage reminded me of season 1 of trollhunters when toby and Jim were arrested at the museum.

STRICKLER PUT A RING ON IT??? HE'S THE ONLY DILF IVE EVER ACTUALLY AGREED WAS HOT WYM I CAN'T HAVE HIM??? well I'm still really happy about his arc over the series probably one of my favorite character growths.

Eli my guy got his growth spurt!!! As an 18 year old who is still 5'0", I'm happy but envious for him

So I went into this movie without watching any trailers or promo, but I doubt anything could have prepared me for the existence of mpreg. In fact, I wasn't going to document my reactions until I saw that.

NAMURA!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!! I CAN STILL THIRST FOR YOU WITHOUT GUILT

The coach teacher just called the kids zoomers so I have to dock one point from my final rating just because of that. Unforgivable

Those husky animation models suck lmao

Oh fuck the titans got power ranger zords!!

God why did they include the mpreg??? This movie would have been perfect without it.... After that plot point being revisited only one time I'm already beyond done with it

Like it's bringing me back to the v*ltron days where they're was a suspiciously high amount of klance omegaverse and mpreg fics and art created and it physically hurts because Steve and Keith's voice actor is the same person meaning this is especially cursed to me since I was unfortunately in the v*ltron fandom and remember all of that

But like on another note, how old are these characters again??? I haven't checked any wikis because of spoilers but is Steve an adult??? I know aja might be technically a lot older than 18 because alien but is whatever age she is equivalent to an adult as far as emotionally and physically in Akaridion development??? IS THIS A TEEN (M)PREGNANCY IN A KIDS SHOW????

Like bruh I saw a singular post on here before going into the movie that was like "rott spoilers without context" and there was a pregnant belly but I was absolutely not expecting the actual context of it. I'll find the post after I finish and edit this post to tag the creator right here: @makoden

This entire post is just gonna be me ranting about mpreg huh

Anyway I love the whole roundtable allusion to the legends of king arthur (not the toa version but the one he's based off)

THERE'S 3 TO 5 BABIES????? I need to take a break bruh this is just too much

Alright I've taken a 30 minute break got some food and did some things i love (decompressed by tactile stimming with some owl plushies and watched some videos on my favorite owl, Garu. He lives in Japan with his owner and is a domesticated eagle owl who basically just acts like a sky cat. If anyone else needs some eye bleach, here is their YouTube channel)

Blinky and ARRRGHHH!!! saying their "if one of us doesn't make it" talk my god one of them is going to die I can see it and I will be utterly crushed. Jim can't lose another father figure and Toby can't lose his wingman again I will riot if this happens

On a similar but unrelated to the movie note, can we just talk about how toa started with Jim having 0 dads and (if strickler and blinky live to the end) will end with 2 dads? Like I just really feel happy for him that he has two dads who actually figured out how to put the past behind them to not have any infighting between them so that both of them are healthy father figures. Jim has already been through literal hell and back losing his actual humanity in the process so if he loses one of them, I'm going to be really pissed because at this point, this is just Jim torture porn. Y'all know how as SpongeBob SquarePants went on, the show just became Squidward torture porn? It's starting to feel that way for toa and I really hope they cut the shit by the ending

Jlaire is such a good ship but like I feel like it's too perfect they never disagree with each other

YESSSSSSS Someone finally doesn't treat toby like a fat waste of space who messes stuff up!!! I think out of all the characters that would have been most deserving of a rewrite, it's Toby. Sometimes I just feel he's only comic relief and any heartfelt moments he's had in the series was also born of stupidity (ie his flour baby project being unharmed was seen by him as divine intervention from his parents but was actually just Eli and Steve behind the scenes).

Ohhhhh yesssssss Archie's father!!! I was hoping I'd see him again because we got so little of him last

Ooooooooooh Asian trollmarket!!!!!

Oh never mind slavery trollmarket

Bruh titanic camelot

I feel like we're not seeing enough of the villains because I completely forgot about the power ranger zord things

NAMORA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LAST CRUSHHHH

STRICKLER NO NOT YOU TOO PLEASE

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ONLY TWO CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR ON THIS SHOW DIED WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF EACH OTHER

THAT WHOLE ASS RANT I WROTE IS COMING TRUE FUCK THIS MOVIE THIS SERIES IS JUST JIM TORTURE PORN

WAIT JIM'S SPERM DONOR INFO?

Oh thank God I don't want to know anything about that person

For the record, I call that man Jim's sperm donor because he has no business being called a father to him. All he did was donate some swimmers to the creation of him and give him abandonment issues

Oh another blind troll elder???? This fucker is just if vendel was a bad guy

Bruh I was grieving

PACIFIC RIM WITH GUN ROBOT VEX AND THE BELROCZORD? I've never seen that movie but I know the reference

Bruh Blinky doesn't read horoscopes? Does he realize conspiracy theories are just the manly version of horoscopes?

NO DON'T KILL VEX STOP KO-ING FOUND FAMILY MEMBERS

Oh thank God he's okay

NO NOT ARCHIE AND CHARLEMAGNE OH MY GOD

oh never mind they're just gonna coup de tat I believe in them :))

But I want to see him again

But I'm glad to see vex

Yay they're in arcadia!

But yeah I wondered why the trolls and Merlin didn't keep the whole "daylight doesn't hurt trolls" feature from the eternal night but now Guillermo del Toro I see you were playing the long con in that just to kill my girl Namora :(((

Oooooh I love the animation of the Narizord over Chihuahua!! It looks very good and realistic (if only they could have put some of that into those huskies from before smh)

Bruh the character designs of the arcane order are so good I want to be them

Nari making sure the Skraelzord doesn't crush the bus

DAMN DOUBLE HOMICIDE

Bruh I'm just glad we finally have an answer on why arcadia had everything going on as opposed to literally anywhere else!! I always found that as a weird coincidence for plot convince.

BRUH WERE BACK TO THE MPREG IM SO JEALOUS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS GRIEVING THE LOSS OF MY LOVELIES.

Oh that's real convenient that the ninth configuration meant all of them. Way to not decide which character gets more attention. Though it probably was a smart way to not have any infighting in the fandom between each character's stan group.

Bruh I just realized where is Barbera did they just ditch her on the Camelot ship???

And where are the other trolls that migrated at the end of trollhunters s3? They said something about new jersey but obviously Jim and the other main characters got on Camelot instead.... This feels like a plot hole

And we never learned the process of how changelings are made and bonded to humans and stuff. We just know it's super painful but I'm curious ffs!!!!

THE DONT THINK BECOME HERO SPEECH ALL SAID TOGETHER!!!

BRUH THEY REALLY HAD TO SHOW HIM GIVING BIRTH??????? WAS THAT AN ABSOLUTE MUST??????

Plus the main audience for this series is little children (the rating for the movie is literally TV-Y7) so even though my adult ass is not in the target audience, I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD MPREG AND ANAL BIRTH WOULD BE AN IMPORTANT THING TO 7 YEAR OLDS???? THIS IS A LITERAL FETISH HIDDEN IN KIDS CONTENT ITS ELSAGATE ALL OVER AGAIN Y'ALL 😭😭😭😭😭

Though it's probably hypocritical of me to think fetishes don't belong in kids tv when I've openly admitted to thirsting for strickler and namora

HUZZAH

NEW AMULET WAZ GOOD????

STAB THAT BITCH JIM

WAIT NO I SAID STAB NOT GET STABBED

Alright good job just missed the directions at first but you fixed it

SEVEN KIDS?????????

T O B Y ????????????

W A I T NO

N O

IS HE ACTUALLY

OH MY GOD THERE'S HOPE

NO THERE ISN'T

F U C K THIS SHIT THEY REALLY JUST HAD HIM TO BE BULLIED THEN KILLED

Y'ALL IM ACTUALLY CRYING THIS NEVER HAPPENS

I NEVER ACTUALLY GET SO EMOTIONAL OVER MEDIA THAT I CRY IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE AT THE END OF VOLTRON BUT AHHHHHHHH

W A I T

HE'S GONNA BE BROUGHT BACK?????

HOLD UP THEY'RE JUST GONNA BRING ALL THOSE DEAD PEOPLE BACK??????

WAIT IS HE

BLINKY CALLED HIM A SON

HOLD ON IS THIS GOING TO BE A CLIFFHANGER???????????

BRUH THEY REALLY JUST CAN'T END THE SERIES WITHOUT CLIFFHANGERS like there's always an open ending

TROLLHUNTER TOBY????? You know what forget the whole rants I had on how toby was written they just redeemed it all

And that's all! I'd rate it a 6.5/10 because it's definitely the weakest of all the sequels but still had amazing animation and some good plot points. It's just really hard to look over the bad stuff enough to rate it any higher.

[aerequets]

can you give me some webtoon recommendations? name some of your favorites! :)

i am here to answer folks 😎

all of these webtoons can be found on webtoons.com! I'm not sure about the whole daily pass thing they've got going on (which sucks tbh) but like,,, you could probably find it online illegally. NOT THAT I CONDONE ILLEGAL ACTIVITY HAHAHAHA ᵖˢˢᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ

I'll split these up between completed and in progress :) most are still in progress though

COMPLETED

1) Gourmet Hound (166 chapters)

this is like, my all time favorite webtoon. it follows Lucy and her quest to find all the chefs that left her favorite restaurant, Dimanche! it’s a really heartfelt story and the food illustrations make you really hungry, so make sure you have a snack before you sit down to read it. each character’s name is also food-related, so that’s pretty cool too! and the diversity in this webtoon is AMAZING. it’s the only webtoon i’ve ever read that has a hijabi character in the main cast. the development is done really well and it explores themes of loving and letting go. all in all, it has a bit of everything. i personally love food-related things, and this centers around it, so i was set LOL

(also a bonus is that this webtoon has NOT succumbed to daily pass hell, so you can binge read the whole thing. legally.)

2) Hooky (200 chapters)

if you like stories of witches, this is the one! the summary and beginning chapters are deceptively lighthearted. DO NOT BE FOOLED! the story really develops further on and explores numerous conflicts, a big one being (if i remember correctly) witch vs. nonwitch. if you like to see struggles between two sides, not a good-and-evil but just people-who-want-the-best-for-themselves-and-their-loved-ones type of thing, this is good for that. also, sibling love! the two main characters are Dani and Dorian, and while there is someee romance, i like how this story centers around the siblings first and foremost. ALSO THE ART??? I LOVE HOW THE AUTHOR DRAWS SETTINGS SO MUCH and am unabashedly jealous because i am completely incapable of doing so   just like,,,, even if the story doesn’t pull you in, you can at least stare at each panel for long stretches of time.

(unfortunately succumbed to daily pass, but you can read it on mangaowl or manganelo!)

3) Spirit Fingers (167 chapters)

aww, this one is cute. Amy is 18 and lacking in self confidence (her family definitely doesn’t help). but HEY she joins a wacky art club!! without her parents knowing!! HECK YEAH!! unfortunately it takes more than joining an art club for her to learn to love herself (it is a long journey after all!). i love this webtoon because it explores the problems of multiple people, not just amy: her high achieving brothers, her mother who had to give up her dream, the different members in the art club, Amy’s girl friends. the art is unique and has a cool watercolor-y texture! and the main couple is just adorable, too. if you’re an artist especially, i recommend this because that’s a big theme and you get to see these characters expand their art styles! which is very cool!

(you can read this one fully on 1stkissmanga)

now here’s where the majority of my recs are:

IN PROGRESS (all can be read on webtoon.com)

1) The Makeup Remover (currently 71 chapters)

i look forward to this every tuesday and friday because oh man!!!!!!!!! idk about you guys, but i am thinking about beauty standards A Large Amount of the time, especially when i consume media. and this webtoon is all about beauty standards (specifically in Korea, but still applicable like. everywhere). Main character Yeseul ends up having to partake in this beauty competition and, with her experiences through it, she begins seeing makeup and beauty standards for the huge role they play in society. i said it already but i LOVE LOVE LOVE this webtoon because it really challenges you as a reader to think about your own perspectives. why do we find the things/people beautiful that we do? what shapes our perception? how much of it is marketing, and how much of it shows in our daily lives? what assumptions do you make about people based on how they look? AGHH im sounding like an essay prompt instead of a reviewer but man. if you like webtoons that examine society through a critical lens (gosh i sound like an english teacher), this is the one. 

2) Odd Girl out (currently 261 chapters; on season 2) 

okay, first and foremost: if you’re NOT into long winded drama, this probably isn’t it for you. i will admit im not a fan of long problems that get dragged out, especially in a school setting, but i did keep reading this webtoon and i am glad that i did! the character development here is amazing and ONE CRUCIAL THING is that the whole first season (which is many, many chapters. at least over 100) focuses on the friendship between our main 4 girls. if you don’t wanna wait for a romance storyline (which comes in season 2), then you’ve gotta have the patience of a saint. i loved this though because lots of romance webtoons cast friendships aside or use them to further the romantic plot. platonic relationships are great to read about and this one does it masterfully! main character nari is resilient and emotionally strong, and it’s great to see her ruin her enemies

3) Cursed Princess Club (currently 110 chapters; on break before the final season)

this is another one about beauty and societal expectations, but in a fantasy setting! it’s really funny and the cast of characters is heartwarming. Gwen is a princess, but she doesn’t look like the typical princess. she accidentally stumbles upon the Cursed Princess Club, which is exactly what it sounds like: a club for princesses that have been cursed and are trying to find their self worth despite not being conventional princesses! now that i think about it, this is like a lighthearted mixture of Makeup Remover and Spirit Fingers. although while i do say “lighthearted”, this webtoon has its fair share of mysteries and exploration of deeper topics. but its funny throughout

4) Brass & Sass (currently 83 chapters)

ahh this one is really cute and the art is cute, too! i also like how this has a diverse cast. high schooler Camilla kinda sucks at band, but dangit if she’s not passionate. Victor is some type of musical prodigy but he’s a brass-hole (hahaha get it. no that’s not original i ripped it from the summary). now i KNOW I KNOW, the whole “perky girl and asshole guy” is so overplayed BUT DON’T FRET! this isn’t the type of story where the girl “fixes” the guy, or where the guy is an asshole to everyone except the girl. believe me, the character development and relationship development in this story is SPLENDID. there’s no real antagonist. it’s just a bunch of high schoolers trying their best to make themselves and everyone else happy, and that’s hard! the story is carried more by the characters than by the plot, but it works well in this case since the characters are strong and each one has a presence. 

5) Surviving Romance (currently 10 chapters)

this one is relatively new compared to my other recs but it’s by the author of the Makeup Remover so yaknow i had to hop on it. BUT IT IS VERY DIFFERENT! first off, it’s a horror, so keep that in mind. the best way i can describe it is a mixture of the standard “girl falls into a story” genre, Groundhog Day, and zombies. Yeah. Bascially, Chaerin is our main girl and she’s in a romance story that’s she’s read a bajillion times, so she knows the day has come for her male lead to confess his love! except he doesn’t! because he becomes a zombie instead! hahaha well that sucks! it’s only got 10 chapters but i am very into it, and it seems to be taking an emphasis on platonic relationships, so i am very closely watching 👁👁

6) The Witch and the Bull (currently 60 chapters) 

another witch story! and the art is GORGEOUS. more witch + nonwitch conflict, too! our main dude, Tan, is the royal advisor and he’s hella bigoted against witches. our main girl, Aro, happens to be a witch. and Tan needs her help to make him into a human again (because he got turned into a bull. that is worth mentioning). this is a very barebones summary and there’s a lot more that goes on, but that’s the general gist of the beginning!

ANYWAYS. this got very long, predictably, and i rambled for each title, predictably. i’ve got more that i’m reading, but i really like these 9! i also made comments on the art for a lot of them, which might not matter to some people, but i feel like my art was very impacted by each webtoon i read. if you’re an artist i recommend finding a webtoon you like and studying the art; try implementing parts you like into your own style! 

anyways, i am FINALLY done talking. bye yall 

[dreamcatcherjiah]

JAMAIS VU | TEASER 2

Namjoon & A-Young

Kim Moon-Jae - Two years old

He was born in September, just like his dad and Jungkook

Namjoon had wanted to become a dad so bad, he seamlessly welcomed his role and made it look easy, the way he took care of his little boy

Ever since he was a newborn, Namjoon would take him to the studio and put him to sleep in his little Moses basket while he worked 

it wasn't long before Joon discovered he liked Mono and he tended to leave his phone next to his song with the playlist playing while he worked on something else

Jungkook dotes on the boy 

literally won’t put him down

from the day he was born, JK would just look at him while he slept with his big doe eyes, he sometimes sings to the baby too

Moon-Jae is a very calm baby, even in his terrible twos

he’s happy with just sitting with his toys and looking at his mom while she moves around the house

he started babbling when he was barely six months old

when he said his first word, A-Young was busy with Jimin and Tae’s sons and he screamed EOMMA at the top of his little lungs

we could say he is a bit of a mom and dad boy

he loves laying in Namjoon’s chest while he reads his bedtime story

(most of the time they both fall asleep together and A-Young finds them in the nursery chair knocked out)

He’s the closest in age to Chimae and Sangwoo, but he’s a little jealous that his cousins can do things that he is not allowed because he’s younger

he can drink from a glass, the baby cup is for BABIES

so he just gravitates towards Nabi, Sangwoo’s older sister

Jin & Yura

Kim Yoojin & Kim Yoosun (Twins) - Seven years old

after saying time and time again that they were okay with only one child twins came along

Jin would be lying if he said he wasn't thrilled but it was scary at first

he was the first one of the seven to become a dad, to twins no less, might scare everyone

but when his baby girl Yoojin was born and, ten minutes later, he held his boy Yoosun, he just knew he would do anything for them 

they were born in the middle of August, much to Yura’s relief, if she had had to carry them for longer she would have cried

the boys loved how, since it was so hot that summer, Jin had them in their crib in diapers

Yoongi adored looking at them cuddle together and caress their little arms and tummies 

he loved their smooth baby skin

as they grew up, Yoosun became a really bright bean, a people’s little person while his sister became more like her mom, calm and with very intelligent eyes

they both love their parents equally but each one gravitates towards either Jin (Yoojin) or Yura (Yoosun)

since they’re the oldest of the bangtan babies, they like to take care of their small cousins

in their seven years of life, they have spent a total of a week apart and they don't want to try that again

like EVER

NEVER EVER AGAIN

Yoongi & Hyejin

Min Ara - Six months old

Yoongi and Hyejin waited a few years to try for a baby after they got married

then baby Are came along 

when they told the boys and their families they were pregnant a lot of people cried 

they had seen how deeply Yoongi loved all his nephews and nieces, how his face filled with adoration when he held them

they respected his and Hyejin’s wish to wait to start a family, but everyone wanted him to become a father deep down

Ara was born in January and his uncles Jimin, Hoseok and Namjoon, who only had boys, bought her the pinkiest fluffiest coats they could find

for a couple of months, the baby looked like she was drowning in pink furs 

now that she’s six months old, she sleeps through the night and she is just at that age where she doesn't understand when she has a sleepover with her cousins

Jin absolutely adores Ara

after his little-not-so-little Yoojin, Ara is the apple of his eye, and it is strange the day he doesn't visit Genius Lab too see his little niece

either that or he calls Hyejin non-stop when they have a schedule to coo at the baby

you would think Namjoon is not allowed to hold the baby, but nothing further from the truth

Yoongi trust him with his life when it comes to his daughter 

the first time she smiled, Joon was holding her to his chest and moving her little hand to say hi to her dad

Yoongi cried a little that day

Hoseok & Haneul

Jung Hyuk-Jae - Four years old

are we even surprised this boy is the happiest little boy on earth

he was born in November, a year after his parents got married

he was the first boy to be born after Yoosun and his cousin was so happy to finally be a hyung 

his eyes were always open, inquisitive and taking everything in the world in 

his mom loved strapping him to her chest and dance around the house while the two were alone, the baby moving his little legs and waving his little fists around

Hoseok would return home most days to a similar picture, feeling energised after a long day only by looking at them

Hyuk-Jae can't fall asleep without his parents caressing his chest and arms

(are we reminded of someone else)

when he feels tired, he nests into Hoseok’s chest and caresses his lips with his little finger, that’s how his dad knows he’s ready for bed

he loves drawing with his cousins, and loves teaching Moon-Jae all the letters that he has learnt in kindergarten 

when he grows up he wants Uncle Yoongi to show him how to make music and become a rapper just like his dad

when he comes from kinder, he doesn't let go of his mom for a little while, needing to spend a little quiet time so he’s ready to play with his dad when he comes home

Jimin & Kae-Hwa

Park Chimae - Three years old 

Chimae was born two weeks before Sangwoo, Tae’s son, in May

their wives tease them constantly about this, asking if they were so sneaky they planned to have children at the same time so they could be vmin 2.0

they deny it (even if they were so happy when they told each other they were having babies at the same time oooops)

Chimae is the sweetest little boy

he is just like his dad, all fluffy cheeks, smily eyes and the happiest giggle in the world

even if him and Sangwoo are not blood brothers, Jin likes to tease their fathers telling them that the babies are even closer than his twins

good luck separating them, boys

Chim ADORES his parents and his uncle Joon, always gravitating to them in a loud room, seeking comfort and warmth to cuddle

oh yeah, he’s a cuddle bug, doing that little thing, rubbing his cheek against his uncle Joon’s chest and nesting against him

he loves falling asleep between his mom and dad, holding one of their fingers in each tiny fist and feeling them close 

his mom loves to buy diminutive versions of Jimin’s outfits to have Chim dress like him 

they would both enter the studio hand in hand, sporting identical Chanel jumpers, jeans and Gucci sunglasses and no one would bat an eyelid

the poor thing has two left feet, but that doesn't stop him copying his dad’s moves to the best of his abilities

Taehyung & Iseul

Kim Nabi - Five years old

now, when Tae said he wanted a big family he wasn't joking 

he and his wife were pregnant within a month of their wedding 

Nabi was born in February, a few days after her uncle Hobi, which guaranteed huge birthday parties when she got old enough

she wanted a princesses-themed birthday party, uncle Hobi got her the dresses and was the first one there, dressed as Elsa from Frozen

she was a fussy baby, which didn't sit well with her mom, but her dad was there at all times

his insomnia actually got better once he matched his sleeping schedule with his baby’s

in a good night she would wake up maybe a couple of times, and there was Tae, bottle at the ready, singing lullabies for his little girl in his deep voice

in a bad night, well, let’s just say Tae was used to functioning on little to no sleep

even if she is the closest with Yoojin, her best friend is her cousin Nari

she insists it was fate (not her mom’s intentional choosing) that their names match so well

she has always had a soft spot for Moon-Jae and you can often find them both playing together when Chimae and Sangwoo run off somewhere to stir trouble

Kim Sangwoo - Three years old

two years after Nabi was born, just when she was starting to pick up a normal sleeping schedule, Iseul found out she was pregnant with Sangwoo

she was expecting another difficult baby and she couldn't be happier to have been wrong (at the beginning, lol)

he was quiet and happy

he loved just lying there between his sister and Chimae, babbling away 

The two boys seemed stuck at the hip, if you so much as lifted one to change his diaper, the other would scream his little lungs out

then he started crawling and OH BOY

he found out that he could see Chimae from his dad phone in the screen so he started sneakily trying to find it to call his best friend... he was only eighteen months old

where Chimae was calm, Sangwoo compensated being an active little firecracker

if you wanted to know where the two were, you just had to wait until Chimae pulled your jean leg because he thought Sangwoo was doing something dangerous

most times those dangerous things were stealing cookies from the kitchen cabinet, but our Chimae here is an innocent little angel

Jungkook & Mi-Hi

Jeon Jina - newborn

Jungkook and Mi-Hi were still young when they got married, so it made sense to wait 

besides, if an occasional burst of baby fever struck, either one of them could just call any of the other parents and offer to babysit

it stayed like that for almost six years, both Kookie and Mi-Hi being the fun aunt and uncle who bought the children candy, took them on fun rides to the park or to the beach

they were each child’s first time on Disneyland

well, it lasted until Namjoon and A-Young had Moon-Jae

Jungkook went mental for the child, he wouldn't know how to explain what went through him, but he just couldn't put the baby down

he loved all his nieces and nephews equally, but just looking at his hyung’s baby moon...

he would come home only talking about babies, showing Mi-Hi the countless pictures he had taken of Moon-Jae

she would sense that characteristic baby smell in his clothes when she hugged him

it reached a point when both of them sat down and admitted to each other how badly they wanted to start a family

it took them a while, but after nearly a year and a half, they were happily announcing they were expecting a little girl

Jina, being the youngest of the family, has everyone wrapped around her little finger

it would be difficult to tell which of her uncles is more whipped for her, Hoseok going so far as to admitting to JK that after spending so much time with the little girl, he wanted to talk to Haneul about trying for a girl

it is still way too soon to tell who she takes after, but what’s for sure is that she got her dad’s doe eyes

Permanent taglist: @preciouschimine​ @forget-me-notforever​ @annywaa​ @alpacaparkaseok @bangtan-madi 

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*Reading the chapter 3rd time hoping I'll find something new*

Okay I've got more questions 😅

1. OC's father used to work for Xander and she thinks her father is jealous of her since she climbed faster and better than her father. Is this is a hereditary thing that one person in every generation will serve them? Was she forced to accept it?

2. Also what I get from nari and OC's conversation that their mother is quite distant with OC even she doesn't seem to be in good terms with her brother. How was she chosen to serve the Xanders? I keep thinking she is the stepdaughter.

And also do you plan to/ will we get to see-

Will we get to see how

1. Jungkook's reaction to finding out OC was practically forced to come to this profession ( I have a feeling he'll be hella mad)

2. What Jungkook did in the previous years she was missing.

3. At this point she is the running point for Jungkook's takeover plus she is siding with a hybrid despite being a human herself. The rival figuring it out and maybe try and eliminate her to throw Jungkook off ( I dunno, kidnap her to extort information or stuff like that)

4. A little highlight on OC's and Hectors journey. I love their pair, so subtle yet so unique.

Finally, are we killing Anna or not 😑 I don't think she is done with Jungkook and her manipulative bitchy ass is now upto new tricks now that her daddy dear is dead Jungkook holds the power.

Again, that's not something I'm demanding you to write, just trying to sate my over enthusiastic ass. No need to entertain the ask if you don't feel like it, I'll just take my sorry ass in the corner and cry like how jean is trying to maneuver this floaty.

That's me to my mind right now btw, trying to get it to keep it's shit together.

Okay so the answer gets kinda long and there are potential (small) spoilers here, so I'll be putting it all under a cut in case you want to avoid it!

So it’s not hereditary so much as… customary? Expected? If one member of the family starts to work for, well, The Family, it’s just expected that their children will participate in some way. Here, OC's siblings didn't have to because OC climbed the ranks high enough that the got a “pass”, which was kinda the goal in making OC join. It’s not so much forced as, if she didn’t do it there would have been repercussions on the rest of the family, particularly on her father. OC sees it as her decision to protect her family, but I guess it's up to you to decide whether you think she had a choice or not. Her mother in particular really pushed her into it when the opportunity presented itself, because she knew there was a chance it would result in her other children being exempted from joining. I’m not sure yet if I’m going to get more into that later on so I won’t delve into it too much, but I can say it was a combination of circumstances, and that plays into OC’s father’s bitterness. There’s a stroke of """luck""" at the origin of OC’s recruitment and he essentially holds that against her instead of accepting that she’s just good at her job.

OC is the biological daughter of her parents, though I totally get why you'd feel that way! They're not treating her the best at this point of the story, but they actually used to be pretty close.

I'm going to keep it vague for the other things, but you definitely have things you can look forward to in the list 👀 And one of them in particular I've had in mind since I started working on the story and I'm really looking forward to writing it 👀

Oh Anna should 100% have been killed earlier, Yoongi and OC were right about it. But it might be more complicated to do it now… (ominous ellipsis)

I hope all this makes the wait for future chapters more bearable and not worse 😁 And I'm always happy to see what you're imagining for the story! Just don't want to give too much away 😉

Sending you lots of love!!

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The Master’s House

To wave from the porch To let go of the grudge To disrobe To recall Ethel Rosenberg’s green polka-dotted dress To call your father and say I’d forgotten how nice everyone in these red states can be To hear him say Yes, long as you don’t move in next door To recall every drawn curtain in the apartments you have lived To find yourself at 33 at a vast expanse with nary a papyrus of guidance, with nary a voice, a muse, a model To finally admit out loud then I want to go home To have a dinner party of intellectuals with a bell, long-armed, lightly-tongued, at each setting To sport your dun gown To revel in face serums To be a well-calibrated burn victim to fight the signs of aging To assure financial health To be lavender sachets and cedar lining and all the ways the rich might hide their rot To eye the master’s bone china To pour diuretic in his coffee and think this erosive to the state To disrobe when the agent asks you to To find a spot on any wall to stare into To develop the ability to leave an entire nation thusly, just by staring at a spot on the wall, as the lead-vested agent names article by article what to remove To do this in order to do the other thing, the wild thing To say this is my filmdom, The Master’s House, and I gaze upon it and it is good To discuss desalinization plants and de terroir To date briefly a banker, a lapsed Marxist, and hear him on the phone speaking in billions of dollars, its residue over the clear bulbs of his eyes, as he turns to look upon your nudity To fantasize publishing a poem in the New Yorker eviscerating his little need To set a bell at each intellectual’s table setting ringing idea after idea, and be the simple-footed help, rushing to say Yes? To disrobe when the agent asks you to To find a spot on any wall to stare into To develop the ability to leave an entire nation thusly, just by staring at a spot on the wall To say this is my filmdom, The Master’s House To recall the Settler who from behind his mobile phone said I’m filming you for God To recall this sad God, God of the mobile phone camera, God of the small black globe and pixelated eye above the blackjack table at Harrah’s and the metal, toothed pit of Qalandia checkpoint the same To recall the Texan that held the shotgun to your father’s chest, sending him falling backward, pleading, and the words came to him in Farsi To be jealous of this, his most desperate language To lament the fact of your lamentations in English, English being your first defeat To finally admit out loud then I want to go home To stand outside your grandmother’s house To know, for example, that in Farsi the present perfect is called the relational past, and is used at times to describe a historic event whose effect is still relevant today, transcending the past To say, for example, Shah dictator bude-ast translates to The Shah was a dictator, but more literally to The Shah is was a dictator To have a tense of is-was, the residue of it over the clear bulb of your eyes To walk cemetery after cemetery in these States and nary a gravestone reading Solmaz To know no nation will be home until one does To do this in order to do the other thing, the wild thing, though you’ve forgotten what it was — Solmaz Sharif

[bonvoyagenoona]

A Weekend with Noona (M) | 02: Saturday

A Weekend with Noona | Masterpost

Word Count: 10,041

Content Warnings: Soft/hard smut, jealous, teasing, naughty emoji teehee

Summary

It dawned on Jungkook that perhaps that was the answer. The boys couldn’t give Yoongi romantic attraction and intimacy. Jungkook scrunched up his face at the thought. Nari wasn’t particularly fit or beautiful. For a stylist, she dressed rather plainly. And she always looked the same: a clean topknot, an oversized sweater, leggings, and boots, all black. She didn’t even wear makeup, and she was starting to grow lines on her forehead. Her big glasses made her seem smart, which at first glance would be perfect for Namjoon. But Jungkook knew that Yoongi was smart in ways that even Namjoon didn’t understand. Jungkook didn’t see the appeal, but maybe that hidden space was where Yoongi and Nari made sense.

Chapter Excerpt

“I have to go, but I don’t want to say goodbye yet, if that makes any sense,” Yoongi admitted.

Nari smiled, a little embarrassed. “I don’t think I want to say goodbye yet either.”

“Then come over,” Yoongi said, uncharacteristically eagerly, making Nari feel even more embarrassed and shy. “I’m taking my call from home, and it really shouldn’t last too long.”

“You sure that’s OK with the guys?” Nari asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Nari looked at him, unconvinced. “All of the guys?”

Yoongi had infinite patience when it came to them, but if Jungkook stepped so much as his pinky toe out of line, he would clobber him.

“Of course.”

“...OK, then,” Nari replied. “Yeah. I guess I could come over for a little bit.”

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02: Saturday

Yoongi double-checked the number on the wall before pressing the doorbell. A friendly chime sifted through the air, and Yoongi hummed the notes. Key of C. Fifth in the bass, second inversion. He didn’t know that doorbells could sound like that.

“Oh!” Nari exclaimed, jumping back at the sight of him.

“Sorry!” Yoongi responded, his eyebrows shooting up.

Nari laughed, shaking her palm at him. “No, no, I’m sorry. It’s just--- I was working.”

“Working on what?”

Nari smirked and let Yoongi inside. 

His eyes searched the room. A sketchpad, colored pencils, and a blanket on a lived-in couch. A record player singing a soft vocal on top of muted brass. A cup of tea on the living room table. Yoongi’s face on her laptop as he danced in a music video. 

“I was working on your look for the fall tour,” she explained, watching over to the sketchpad. She picked it up and showed him some of her designs. “It was a bit jarring to suddenly see you for real.”

Nari remembered that it was a bit jarring to see Yoongi at all, standing in her apartment and chuckling softly at the TV. “Wait, is everything OK?” she added. “Why are you here?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to see…”

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck. He had something to ask, but now that Yoongi was seeing a little bit of what Nari’s life looked outside of the green room, he was almost too busy imagining what he might look like within it to remember to ask it. 

“...Just wanted to see if you wanted to get some coffee. Or something.”

Nari smiled. “Hmm, might be interesting.”

“Might?” 

Yoongi looked confused, unsure whether he should take that as a compliment or insult. 

Nari laughed. “Of course I’d love to hang out with you. I just meant it might be interesting to sketch with you actually in front of me.” She walked around the room, shutting her laptop, turning off her record player, and gathering her things before walking to a bag hanging on a coat rack by the door. She started to pack her bag with art supplies and a reference book.

“What did you guys get up to last night?” 

“The maknaes went to sleep. Hyungs drank more.” Yoongi smirked to himself. “Talked more.”

“About?”

The previous night’s extended drunken chat session with Hoseok and Namjoon had made some things clear. His feelings for her. That he wanted to act on them. 

That he might need their help.

“Stuff,” Yoongi answered.

Nari slung her bag over her shoulder. Yoongi found her adorable, standing there in her oversized sweater and wearing that easy, friendly smile. “Where are we going?” she asked brightly.

Yoongi knew of a bakery with delicious coffee and even better pastries. The owner of the bakery was a sweet woman who met him when he was a trainee, and she quickly developed a soft spot for him and the rest of the guys. She often slipped them extra pastries that hadn’t quite turned out, or gave them unofficial discounts. The guys found over time that they could also rely on her discretion. Yoongi told Nari as much as he led her to the car waiting for them outside.

A short ride later, Nari and Yoongi were there. Yoongi was settling into his seat, and Nari asked him to watch her bag so that she could freshen up and wash her hands. “Ink and pencil shavings,” she told Yoongi, wiggling her color-stained fingers at him and making him smile. “Five minutes?”

Yoongi took advantage of this time to pull out his phone from his pocket and check in quickly with the boys.

   “Yoongi! Good to see you. How are things?” Mrs. Ahn, the bakery owner asked, setting menus down on Yoongi and Nari’s place settings.

“Hi, Mrs. Ahn,” Yoongi answered, putting his phone away. “Good to see you, too. We’re OK, and the guys say hi.”

“We’ve got a different kind of company this time, huh?” she replied, eyeing the bag hanging on Nari’s empty chair.

Yoongi just smiled.

“Well, then, you won’t need these,” Mrs. Ahn said, taking the menus back. "I'll whip up something special."

Yoongi knew he could count on her.

“How’s the shop doing?” Yoongi asked, a bit concerned. “I knew we’d get some privacy, but… are we the only ones here today?”

“We’re managing,” Mrs. Ahn replied. “It’s been hard, but, you know how things are. We’re trying to stay optimistic.”

“Well, if there’s ever anything I can do to help, tell me,” Yoongi said sincerely. “You know how much we love you.”

Mrs. Ahn smiled sadly. “I do.” She cleared her throat. “Now, let me go get you something to enjoy. Something lovely. Speaking of which.”

She skittered off just as Nari returned to her seat.

“Is that her?” Nari whispered, smiling. “She so looks the part. Her flour-stained apron? Amazing.”

“You have no idea,” Yoongi said. “She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” 

Nari pulled her sketchbook out and started to doodle a little cartoon of Mrs. Ahn in the corner. She picked the perfect shade of blue for Mrs. Ahn’s apron. She showed it to Yoongi, who beamed. Cute , he thought.

He watched her flip through the book and saw a picture of him paperclipped to a page. “You don’t have to settle for music videos or pictures of me in your notebooks. You can just call if you want to see me on the weekend.” 

Nari laughed. “Narcissist,” she said, glancing at him and making him flustered. “I actually love the weekends because I don’t have to spend my day worrying about anyone else.” 

“So, uh, what has your day been like today?” Yoongi asks.

“Pretty chill. Like any other Saturday.”

“And what is any other Saturday like?”

“I wake up whenever I want, eat whatever I want, and I sketch all day.” Nari looked up at Yoongi, then back down to her page. “It’s nice having you here though. I never get your eyes right.”

Yoongi blushed. 

Nari looked up, smirking at his expression, and gazing intensely at him as she sketched. 

Yoongi searched for his words. 

Some words. 

Any. Words.

“So… what do you call an exhausted bicycle?”

Jin raised his arms in success, and the others groaned from their respective rooms. All their doors were open, and their voices collected in the center of their apartment, the sound blending and spreading back out to them.

“What now?” Jungkook asked, keeping his eyes on his computer screen. 

Jin was sitting on Jungkook’s bed, giving Jungkook updates from the group chat. Everyone was always pestering Jungkook to get on it more, even though they were never ten feet away from each other. Besides, Jungkook preferred being in the moment. He liked having conversations face-to-face. 

Namjoon walked over from his room and leaned on Jungkook’s doorframe. 

“I can’t believe he told one of your stupid jokes.”

“No, you can’t believe it worked, ” Jin beamed, as the rest of the guys started piling into Jungkook’s room, much to Jungkook’s annoyance.

“What’s the point, anyway?” Jungkook asked. “You’re probably just distracting him.”

“That is true,” Namjoon says, nodding.

“But he asked for our help,” Hoseok replied, eyes still glued to his phone screen.

“He has that work call coming up soon,” Namjoon reminded them. “All our texting might be taking time away from them.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “He might not have had time with her at all had it not been for us. Not even twelve hours ago, he wasn’t sure if he’d make a move at all.”

“It’s all worthless anyway,” Jungkook said, closing out of his game and turning to face the others. “It’s not like it could go anywhere.”

“Why do you say that?” Taehyung asked sadly.

Jungkook couldn’t believe he was being the most sensible one for a change. “Well, for starters, the minute we’d seriously start dating anybody, we’d definitely get shut down. And she works for the company. There’s no way this would be approved, even if Manager Sejin put himself on the line.”

“So you won’t even let him take the time to figure out what he’s feeling before thinking about how this affects you?” Jin asked. 

“Don’t tell me you’re questioning our career trajectories,” Jungkook replied.

“Don’t tell me you can’t give Yoongi one Saturday,” Jin countered.

“Is it because you hate Nari-noona?” Jimin asked, wanting to get everything out in the open. “You’ve been so cold toward her this entire time.”

Jungkook blushed.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what’s crawled up your ass and died?” Jimin demanded. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this from the guy who once said that he’d know who his true love was if he heard a bell ringing upon their first encounter.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“Nothing.”

“But there’s something ,” Namjoon replied, “isn’t there?”

Jungkook’s screen flashed. He rolled his eyes and huffed. 

“You made me lose this round. If you’re going to stay in here and meddle, keep the distractions to a minimum.”

Yoongi took in Nari’s finished sketch. He was mesmerized by her ideas. Each new concept that she brought to him was equal parts reflective and innovative. She knew him so well that she knew where he wanted to go next.

“Does the skirt scare you off?” Nari asked, unable to read Yoongi’s expression.

“No, I love it,” Yoongi mumbled.

“You always say that,” Nari laughed.

“You always have good ideas.”

Nari smiled at him. Yoongi brought out a creative side in her that had been evolving for quite some time. She had always been good with colors, patterns, fabrics, and tones. But she always struggled with identity and meaning. Her creations always looked amazing, but they didn’t always ring true. If Yoongi was anything, it was authentic. Working with such an honest person made the process more interesting. There was a centeredness that was always built in. Having him there to ground her gave her the allowance to play.

She tore the page out of her book and slid it past the empty coffee cups and icing-dotted plates across to Yoongi.

“Keep it.”

“What? Don’t you need this for work?”

“Just bring it in on Monday,” Nari laughed.

“Right,” Yoongi laughed sheepishly, reverently folding up the sketch and carefully placing it into his pocket.

“Everything OK?” Mrs. Ahn asked, as she came by to check in. 

“Yes, everything was wonderful,” Nari replied. “Thank you so much.”

Yoongi smiled at Mrs. Ahn, who ruffled his hair.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“No,” Yoongi said regretfully. “I’ve got a call coming up.” He had set five alarms to get him to leave early, and the fifth one was about to make his phone buzz silently but violently in his pocket, urging him to get back to reality. “Just the check?”

“On the house,” Mrs. Ahn replied. “Tell the boys that I said hello, and bring them this.”

She placed a box of egg tarts on the table and smiled when Yoongi’s eyes grew wide.

“But you took these off the menu!”

“I’ve never had as many clients ask for them as you boys did,” Mrs. Ahn chuckled. She turned to Nari and handed a smaller box of the same desserts. “In case Yoongi doesn’t share,” she told her, with a wink.

Nari’s eyes twinkled when she smiled. “Thank you! That’s so kind!”

Mrs. Ahn patted Yoongi’s shoulder and floated away.

Nari watched fondly as Yoongi waited until she was out of sight before reaching for his wallet, pulling out a small envelope, and placing it under his empty plate.

“What’s that?” Nari asked.

“We do this dance with her every time,” Yoongi said, smirking and putting his wallet back. “She just hasn’t gotten it through her head that we aren’t exactly the same boys from before.”

“I think you are, when it comes to things like this,” Nari observed. “The things that count.”

Yoongi smiled. He didn’t have too many people in his life that would be so observant as to make that kind of statement, and he desperately wanted to shut off his phone, which was buzzing the sixth alarm, alerting him that spending any more time here would only further the daydream that he could stay there with Nari, eating cake and talking about art, for the rest of his life.

They got up, and Yoongi led her to the back exit, the same place they had slipped inside earlier, hopefully unnoticed.

“That was really fun,” Yoongi said, as they stood in the back alley.

“Yeah! Thanks for inviting me.” Nari reached into her bag for her headphones.

“We can give you a ride back,” Yoongi offered, nodding his head back over to his car and driver.

“That’s OK, I think I’ll walk to the park and sketch a while longer. I can grab the train home when I’m ready.”

“Sounds nice,” Yoongi replied, desperately wanting to be invited, but not being able to accept even if she did.

“Well, bye!”

Nari pulled him into a friendly hug, but something felt different. Yoongi’s fingers tenderly brushed against her torso as he surrounded her, and it made her heart quicken. They stood there like that for a moment longer, telling them both that something else was happening.

They pulled away slightly, and Yoongi’s deep eyes focused on Nari’s.

Their heads moved close and closer together.

Their lips barely touched.

But they met again, this time with full intention and curiosity.

Yoongi’s hands traveled down to Nari’s waist, and Nari’s arm circled around Yoongi’s neck. His tongue traced her bottom lip, and her mouth opened invitingly, her own tongue meeting his with excitement. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he pulled her closer by her waist. His hands were starting to move up and down now, and she was starting to get a little sweaty. 

Nari pulled away. “Wait,” she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Yoongi already knew what was going through her head. He had thought about it over and over again, trying to figure out some solution that would let him explore this attraction affecting his work. Now that he knew she was willing to explore at least a little of that with him, he felt greedy and impulsive.

“I have to go, but I don’t want to say goodbye yet, if that makes any sense,” Yoongi admitted.

Nari smiled, a little embarrassed. “I don’t think I want to say goodbye yet either.”

“Then come over,” Yoongi said, uncharacteristically eagerly, making Nari feel even more embarrassed and shy. “I’m taking my call from home, and it really shouldn’t last too long.”

“You sure that’s OK with the guys?” Nari asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Nari looked at him, unconvinced. “ All of the guys?”

Yoongi had infinite patience when it came to them, but if Jungkook stepped so much as his pinky toe out of line, he would clobber him.

“Of course.”

“...OK, then,” Nari replied. “Yeah. I guess I could come over for a little bit.”

“It’s not that I don’t like her,” Jungkook insisted for the millionth time.

None of them seemed to believe him.

“It’s just… I don’t think it will be good in the end,” Jungkook persisted, trying but failing to come up with a legitimate reason why he couldn’t go along with this adventure and see this from the light-hearted perspective that everyone else seemed to.

“But how could you possibly know?” Taehyung asked.

“And does it matter?” Jimin added.

“It matters because it’s Yoongi,” Jungkook answered. “He’s gotten better over time about it, especially with us, but he never voices what he’s feeling. You know that saying? Something about lakes or rivers being, like, murky? You don’t know what’s in them?”

“Still waters run deep,” Namjoon answered knowingly.

“Exactly,” Jungkook replied. “If this is going to be doomed from the start, then why encourage him? He’s just going to get anxious about it and retreat into his own mind again. And I don’t want that to happen.”

“Well, it’s happening!” Jin exclaimed, peering at his phone. “They’re on their way here!”

“What?” Hoseok asked, staring back at his phone. “I took my eye off the group chat for one second!”

Jungkook stared at the group, disappointed that he lost everybody to the text thread yet again.

“Guys! What about what I said? Don’t you agree?” He sighed. “If I were in his position, wouldn’t you be telling me what I just said?”

“Jungkookie, honestly, you can be too much sometimes,” Jin said resolutely, putting his phone in his pocket. “Even if this doesn’t lead to some fairy tale ending, Yoongi deserves the chance to connect with whomever he wants.”

He stood and left the room, and Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin followed closely behind.

Namjoon walked over to Jungkook and leaned on his desk.

“Jin-hyung’s right,” he said, making his voice as soft and low as possible to cushion the blow.

“That I’m being too much?” Jungkook asked quietly, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised in concern.

“Nah,” Namjoon said softly, smiling reassuringly and ruffling Jungkook’s hair. “That we need to let Yoongi do what he wants to do, and just be here in case things don’t pan out the way he wants them to. Just like we’d do for anyone else.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. He seriously doubted that anybody would give him the same benefit of the doubt. If he were in the same situation, his hyungs would be talking to him with clear heads. They’d remind him that he could get in serious trouble. That he can’t just think about himself.

“C’mon,” Namjoon said. “Let’s go clean up the living room.”

Soon, the front door unlocked.

Jimin ran to the door, excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

The door opened, and an already annoyed Yoongi stared at him as he and Nari entered the foyer. 

“Nari-noona, what a nice surprise!” Jimin exclaimed, smiling almost too openly.

“Hi, Jiminie,” Nari chirped, stepping inside and giving him a hug. 

“How was your date?”

Yoongi elbowed Jimin in the stomach.

“Day! How was your day? ” Jimin corrected, as Yoongi stepped out of his boots, and as Nari unlaced her shoes and placed them by the door.

“Fun,” Nari said, standing up and adjusting her bag’s strap on her shoulder. “We got coffee. And I met Mrs. Ahn. She seems wonderful.”

Jimin tried to catch Yoongi’s eyes, but he was staring at the floor, looking shy. 

“She’s the best, isn’t she?” Jimin asked. “Right, Yoongi-hyung?”

Nari looked at Yoongi for a response, and Yoongi finally looked at Jimin, who was gesturing to his own shoulder, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt as if to pull it off, and looking insistent about something.

“Yeah, uh, she gave us these?” Yoongi said, holding up the egg tarts and scrunching up his face to tell Jimin that he had no idea what he was trying to tell him.

Nari turned back to Jimin, who abruptly stopped gesturing and smiled.

“Can I hang your bag and jacket up?” Jimin asked, glaring at Yoongi for a moment.

“Oh, sure, thanks!” 

Yoongi blushed, embarrassed that it was Jimin who thought to hang her bag in the closet near the front door.

Jimin followed as Yoongi and Nari made their way to the living room.

Jin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon were piled together on the couches, and they might have pulled off this air of nonchalance if Hoseok hadn’t been bouncing excitedly in the armchair, his eyes sparkling and waiting to see Nari.

“Noona!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and wrapping his arms around her.

Everyone else, other than Jungkook, cheered and greeted her.

Jimin joined them. While still standing behind Nari, Jimin looked at her from head to toe, still slightly frowning at her wardrobe choice. 

“You seem pretty excited to see someone from work on one of your rare days to yourself,” Nari chuckled, hugging Hoseok back and smiling at him when they pulled away.

“I see these idiots every day,” Hoseok said, glancing back at the rest of the gang. “You should have just stayed the night. We could have done something fun.”

“Well, let’s do that now, then,” Namjoon said, smiling.

“I have that call,” Yoongi said, gesturing to his room. “I’ll be quick.”

“You can take your time,” Nari replied, smiling knowingly.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows and smirked.

Their eye-fucking wasn’t lost on Jimin. “We’ll take care of her for you,” he chimed in with a wink.

As Nari followed Namjoon to check out their games and movies by the TV, Yoongi went to his room, slapping Jimin a few times in annoyance. Jimin shielded the blocks, laughing silently and sending Yoongi on his way with a kick to the butt.

Yoongi could hear them already starting to pick up the banter they had established the previous night, and he felt calm enough to shift his attention to this work call.

He sat down at his desk and opened his laptop, navigating to his schedule and opening the meeting invite. After a few minutes, the new artist that he was collaborating with joined him, and they started talking shop.

But a small part of Yoongi wasn’t in the conversation. There was a part of Yoongi that was listening to the sounds muffled by his door, reveling in Nari’s laugh when it would stand out from the others, making him fight the urge to smile for what this artist would consider seemingly no reason. 

Yoongi and this artist were talking about whether the hook should be played on piano or guitar; Yoongi didn’t want to think about his fingers on keys or strings, but on Nari’s collarbones. The artist wondered about the tempo, but Yoongi wanted to know whether Nari liked being fucked slow and romantically, or fast with furor. Conversation shifted to a key change, but Yoongi wanted to know what key Nari’s voice fell into when she was moaning in ecstasy.

The call ended, and Yoongi shut his laptop. He looked around, even though he knew no one was there, and he nonchalantly slid his fingers down the leg of his pants, feeling the outline of his hard cock.

He couldn’t believe how aroused he was just off of Nari’s giggles echoing throughout the house.

He licked his lips and closed his eyes, remembering their kiss from earlier. He wondered how long it would be until he could get her there, into his room, and pick back up where they left off. 

Nari wasn’t sure who had suggested a scary movie, but Hoseok was loudly explaining to her how fun it was going to be to try and get Yoongi to watch the entire thing without hiding his eyes.

The movie started off slow, establishing with various levels of success the story of a house haunted by children who had been murdered there by some unknown spirit. A family had moved in, slowly learning the truth about its past.

A ghost suddenly appeared on the screen, made scarier by the horrible blast of noise shaking through the speakers.

Everybody screamed, and Nari and Yoongi jumped violently, the two of them reached out to each other, grasping tightly, Nari even burying her face in Yoongi’s chest to hide from the screen. Yoongi was trying hard to seem confident while stroking Nari’s hair, watching the screen and narrating what was happening as nonchalantly as possible. Nari would mutter curse words into Yoongi’s sweater, making everybody, especially Yoongi, laugh. Then, Nari would muster up enough courage to dare to look at the screen, just as soon as the next scary thing happened in the movie. Everyone would scream, and the cycle would repeat itself. 

From just off to the side, Jungkook watched them. Their closeness.

Yoongi started to nudge Nari off of him. “Where are you going?” she protested. “I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom! I’ll be right back!” Yoongi exclaimed, running awkwardly.

Nari looked around at everyone else already cuddled up next to someone else, and her eyes unexpectedly met Jungkook sitting on the floor, his arms around only a pillow.

“Jungkook-ah,” she said, gesturing for him to take Yoongi’s place. 

He just stared at her, but she insisted. “I’m never going to make it through this movie without some help,” she said, reaching out to him.

Jungkook paused before sitting in Yoongi’s seat. Nari grasped onto him just as she had held onto Yoongi, gathering the fabric of his sweater in her fists and hiding her face in his chest. She reached for Jungkook’s hand, placing it around her. 

A demon popped up on screen for a particularly scary jump scare. Nari hugged Jungkook closer to her. Jungkook instinctively slid down in his seat and embraced her, one hand cradling her head and positioning her so that her temple rested against his cheekbone, the other clutching her upper arm. 

The moment passed, and the group laughed at their collective reactions. 

Nari slowly opened her eyes and peered up at Jungkook, looking softly at him, surprised at how he was holding her, rubbing light, comforting circles on her shoulder.

He smiled shyly. 

Nari returned the smile and looked down at his hand on her shoulder, then back at Jungkook. Her expression changed a little. Jungkook couldn’t describe how, but it made him stop patting her shoulder. Her skin was so soft. He rested his hand for a second before slowly running his hand up and down her forearm. She bit her lip, mesmerized by his touch. 

“I’m back! What did I miss?” Yoongi called, running back into the room. As the others caught him up on the story, Jungkook and Nari broke away, Jungkook sliding down to sit on the floor. Yoongi took his seat and hugged Nari close to him. She settled into his embrace, looking at Jungkook and smiling thankfully before turning to watch the movie.

Jungkook pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged his thighs, facing the screen as if he were watching, but actually spent the rest of the movie completely lost in his own thoughts.

Namjoon startled him back to reality when he stood and said, “OK, I’m hungry. Should we order something for dinner?” 

“Pizza?” Jin asked, and everyone agreed.

“Easy enough,” Namjoon replied, pulling out his phone and placing the order.

He spoke too soon. Everyone always forgot that it took them at least twenty minutes for everybody to just to agree on the first topping to add. 

In the chaos, Yoongi stood and pulled Nari to her feet.

“Wanna check out my room?” he asked quietly.

Nari smiled and nodded. She had been thinking non-stop about the kiss that she and Yoongi shared earlier that day. She wondered if Yoongi was thinking the same thing.

They quietly slipped away, though Jungkook’s doe eyes followed them until they disappeared down the darkened hall.

“Let’s put it to a vote,” Hoseok suddenly said. “Pepperoni, raise your hand.” He quickly counted the hands raised. “Sausage, raise your hand.” He quickly counted the hands and furrowed his brow.

“Two of us didn’t vote?”

“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung replied, causing Jungkook to turn back to the group.

“Huh?”

“Pepperoni or sausage?”

“...Both?”

“Where’s Yoongi?” Jin asked.

Jimin’s eyes sparkled. “Wait. Did they go to his room?”

Everyone except Jungkook exchanged excited glances.

“Oh shit,” Jimin muttered, looking down the hall. “I have half a mind to sit outside that door and listen.”

“Leave him be,” Namjoon laughed. “Alright. I went ahead and put both pepperoni and sausage on it.”

“I bet Yoongi-hyung’s going to put both his pepperonis and his sausage on it too,” Jin replied.

“How saucy,” Hoseok added.

Jin’s eyes widened. “Hobi! Good man!” 

They high-fived.

“You guys are so immature,” Jungkook grumbled ironically, standing and heading in the opposite direction, back towards his room.

Jin rolled his eyes, and Namjoon watched him go with concern.

“What’s up with him?” Hoseok asked.

“You know how he feels sometimes,” Taehyung said simply, shrugging and slinking down into the couch. “Territorial?”

“Left out?” Jimin asked.

“Jealous,” Jin said wisely.

When Yoongi kissed Nari, it felt like he was tumbling into her, freefalling in the best way possible.

They were lying in his bed, and he found it hard to realize that this was actually happening.

“You have no clue how many times I’ve thought about this, exactly this,” Yoongi tells Nari, his hands running up and down her body. 

“I almost wish you had said something sooner,” Nari replied. “But there’s something about finding it out now.”

Yoongi grinned. He liked taking his time with things. He appreciated someone who could understand that.

“Can you imagine me here?” Yoongi asked.

“What, lying here, stroking yourself, thinking of me and aching to get to sleep?” Nari whispered between kisses, as Yoongi removed his shirt.

He brought Nari up by the shoulders to help her wriggle out of her own.

“What about sitting in that chair,” Yoongi added, lifting the fabric up off of her, “on a work call, trying not to get hard at the sound of you giggling in the living room.”

Nari laughed. “You touched yourself on a fucking conference call?”

Yoongi smiled. 

“Not exactly. But not far off.”

Nari kissed Yoongi deeply.

“And to think, all I saw when I first laid eyes on you was a little ball of anxiety.”

Yoongi laughed, similarly surprised that he was so sure of himself as things were unfolding. 

“I think it’s because I feel a certain way about you,” Yoongi answered.

Nari softened and smiled at him. “I feel it, too.”

They kissed again, and Nari wondered if it had been building up inside of her in the same way. The stylist team at work often noticed that she would spend just a little too much time on her ideas. They teased her for talking to Yoongi all the time, or staying after each shoot to make sure that Yoongi was showered and going home, when technically, she didn’t have to do any of that. She always told them that it was part of her process to establish a fun, safe, trusting feeling for her clients. She didn’t realize that through that process, she was developing feelings of her own.

Yoongi reached for her pants and helped her shimmy out of them. As he undressed, he gazed as Nari laid back in his bed in nothing but her bra and panties, and he sighed. Her hair was out of its bun and framing her so beautifully. Her body was so curvy and soft, her breasts and thighs firm, and her skin so golden and delicate. Though the guys would destroy him for this, he couldn’t help but be a little sappy. He’d wanted this for so long. To know that she wanted him back made it worth the wait.

Nari hadn’t looked at Yoongi like this before. There were several fittings and test shoots where she had helped him quick change and look his best. But now, she fully appreciated his lithe frame, his surprisingly built chest, and his toned muscles throughout his body. Her eyes searched his beautiful neck, sloping down into his shoulders and biceps, down his lean belly, and down to his firm legs. 

Their lips found each other again, and Yoongi’s dexterous fingers started working their magic on her breasts, down her body, and over the cloth on her pussy.

“Oh, Yoongi, that feels so good,” Nari panted, moving her hips with him.

“I want to know what you taste like,” he whispered. “Can I find out?”

Nari smiled and licked her lips. She nodded, and she ran her hands through his hair as he slid down her body, kissing his way to her warmth.

He slid her panties down and licked the front of her pussy, making her giggle. And then his tongue found its way into her folds, and he slurped excitedly, enjoying the syrupy, lilac taste.

“Hell,” he whispered, “you’re even more delicious than I imagined.”

Nari took a moment to take off her bra before she caringly stroked his hair as he reveled in her taste, taking care to cover each inch of her. He didn’t know if he’d get another chance. He spent so much time on her that she came over and over again, whispering his name each time. 

He pressed his cock into his mattress as she came again, her hips lurching up and pressing her clit into Yoongi’s nose. He shook his head gently, and she shivered.

“Make me come with your cock next,” Nari whispered.

Yoongi jumped to his feet, bent down, and kissed her.

“Start making a list of what you want after that,” he said, and she smiled.

Her mind raced as Yoongi slowly thrust into her, opening her up bit by bit. He was so long, and he stretched her out with his thickness. She moaned as he started moving his hips, swaying gently. He was so calm and present. She could feel his soulful eyes searching her for signs. Signs that she was enjoying herself, which she was, and which she moaned to him. Signs that he was getting the vibe right, which he was, and which she reassured him with lots of kisses and “yes”es. Signs that it was more than just the present moment, too, that this was potentially fueled by something deeper.

Which it was.

And which she confirmed when she came, fully, and happily. She pulled him into her, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him deeply, unable to get enough of him, even saying, “Let’s do this all night. Let’s do this all weekend. Fuck, let’s just keep doing this until we pass out.”

Yoongi chuckled, kissing her playfully. “OK, then. What next?”

Jungkook laid back in his own bed, arms folded and lips formed into a pout.

His mind was racing in frustration. He couldn’t figure out exactly why he was so upset, but he knew that the idea of Yoongi and Nari tucked away in some space that he couldn’t get to was making it worse.

He was so annoyed that he ignored Jin’s repeated knocks on the door to let him know that the pizza had arrived, and then that the guys were finishing up dinner, and then that he would be putting the leftover pizza in the fridge in case he wanted any.

Usually, Jungkook would come running whenever one of his hyungs called. Today, Jungkook indulged. He unabashedly let his selfish side rule his temperament. 

He closed his eyes, and he saw a flash of Nari’s face.

He opened his eyes again and stared at the ceiling.

Her touch had felt so… soft.

He closed his eyes, and he could see the movie from his vantage point, Nari curled into him.

She smelled so good.

Jungkook felt his cock waking, as if sensing that he needed some sort of release.

He felt the outline of his growing member against his shorts.

He closed his eyes, and he could imagine Nari looking up at him with a wanting expression.

His cock seemed to be buzzing at the thought.

He wondered what she looked like underneath it all. Were her breasts as firm as they felt in her sweater? Was her skin as soft as the skin on her hands? Did she have any other freckles, like the one on her cheek? 

He rubbed his hard cock, slipping his fingers under his waistband and starting to milk precum from his slit.

What about her pussy? What did it look like? Was it full and plump? Was it cute and shy? Was it a hidden treasure only for those who were worthy to dare to open her up, or was it in full bloom like a rose begging for anyone to stop and smell it? 

He licked his lips and let his jaw go slack.

He was stroking his cock so hard that he worried he might hurt himself.

He squeezed tightly, and he finally felt a sweet release, the frustration and annoyance magically lifted as his cock spurt out bead after bead of sticky cum on his abs. He ran his hand across them, cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.

He rolled over, eyelids heavy with the threat of sleep.

What might her kiss taste like?

Hours later, Jungkook woke up, a little discombobulated about where he was and what he was doing before he fell asleep.

When he saw what time it was, he tried to roll over and find sleep again.

After a while, he decided that he couldn’t, and he tried to listen to his body. It seemed to work well just before.

Jungkook shuffled into the kitchen. He thought of Nari holding onto him, and the soft look in her eyes. It had been ages since someone had been wrapped around him like that. His mind had been so focused on other things that he hadn’t really realized what he had been robbed of for so long.

He looked at the leftover pizza and decided that what he was feeling wasn’t that kind of hunger. He looked through the selection of drinks that they had, but then decided just to grab a glass of water. He turned on the tap, and he thought he heard someone laugh. 

He furrowed his brow. He was pretty sure everyone was asleep. 

He stopped the tap and leaned back on the kitchen counter. He drank lazily, some drops escaping out of the corners of his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

Another laugh. 

Or maybe a whine?

He followed the noise to Yoongi’s room. The door was slightly open. Jungkook went to push through it and ask what Yoongi was up to, maybe admonish him for pulling yet another all-nighter on a day off. 

But the sight of Nari on her back, lapping up Yoongi’s enormous cock, and Yoongi on top of her, head buried in her pussy, stopped him.

Jungkook averted his eyes at first, but something kept him crouched there, in the darkness. He leaned his back against the adjacent wall, daring to take a second look in the sliver of light.

Nari looked like she was in absolute ecstasy. Yoongi’s head moved rhythmically against her flesh, and if her mouth weren’t completely full with Yoongi’s dick, her full-throated moans would definitely have woken everybody up. 

Suddenly, Yoongi’s head jerked up, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, while biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered, before diving back into her.

Jungkook’s cock hardened painfully in his shorts. He instinctively placed his hand on himself, feeling his firm length run along his thigh. He closed his eyes and let out a little gasp of air, his breath shaking.

Yoongi lifted himself off and out of Nari, turning around and kissing her deeply. His hands ran down her body and to her pussy, his delicate fingers carefully opening her up and releasing some of the wetness that was already pouring out of her.

Jungkook wondered how many times Nari had come that night.

His cock twitched at the thought.

Nari was whispering something to Yoongi, who smirked and whispered something back.

Jungkook desperately wanted to know what they were saying.

Nari’s hand reached for Yoongi’s cock, slowly rubbing him, and then eventually matching Yoongi’s steading increasing pace of rubbing circles around Nari’s clit.

They kept their eyes locked on each other, taking turns between kissing and gazing at each other. 

Jungkook found it interesting, the way that they were having sex. Chalk it up to youth, energy, or personality, but Jungkook usually spent very little time in foreplay. When he wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck, fast and hard, racing toward release. But Yoongi and Nari seemed as if they were simply having a conversation. As if they were just enjoying the ride. It almost seemed as if it didn’t matter whether an orgasm came or not. 

And if it did, which it seemed to, often, it was a different kind of orgasm. A fuller kind. One that didn’t rattle the bedposts, but rattled their bones.

Yoongi could do both, Jungkook noticed, as Yoongi’s hips started to meet Nari’s with increasing speed and force. They were lying on their sides now, and Jungkook could see Nari’s full body. Her amazing breasts, full and popping out against Yoongi’s tight grip. Her curvy waist, which was hidden under all those sweaters. Her thick legs, with thighs that Jungkook desperately wanted to grab and bite. 

He was jealous of Yoongi’s leg, wrapped around one of those thighs to help him hit her at an angle that was making her reach for and moan into a pillow.

Jungkook stroked his cock lightly through his clothes. He thought about how sweet that release had been earlier. How just thinking of Nari pressed up against his chest made him so hot, made it so hard for him to breathe. He wondered what it might feel like, being sandwiched between the two of them. His hands on Nari’s thighs. Yoongi’s leg draped over him.

As if responding to Jungkook’s daydream, Yoongi smiled and opened his eyes, and for a quick moment, he and Jungkook caught each other in a glance.

Jungkook immediately fell back and into the darkness, scrambling for a moment to get to his feet.

Yoongi furrowed his brow and slowed his pace.

Nari whined, but Yoongi kept his eyes on the slightly open door. He leaned down to kiss her, and he slowly slipped out of her.

“Wait,” Nari said, reaching out for him.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” Yoongi replied.

“What?” Nari asked, still so close, and very confused at Yoongi’s decision-making. “Is this like, an edging thing that you do, or---”

“No, just give me a second,” Yoongi replied. He looked at her fondly. “I think it’ll be worth it. Be right back.”

Nari sighed in frustration and placed her hand on her pussy, lightly touching it so as to preserve the moment.

Yoongi got up and grabbed his robe from the inside of his closet. He put it on and tied the belt around his waist. He went into the hall in search of the curious maknae.

He found him out on the darkened balcony, desperately trying to calm himself down.

“Jungkook-ah?” Yoongi asked, causing him to jump. “Sorry,” he added.

Once Jungkook settled down, he froze, keeping his hands on the railing and his legs firmly in the lunging stance that he was taking, discreetly pressing his cock against the cool wall of the balcony.

“So. You caught us.”

Jungkook looked up at the sky. 

“We’ve been at it for a while,” Yoongi admitted.

Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Well,” Yoongi smiled, sweat drenched. He stood next to Jungkook, leaning back against the railing. “Don’t just stand there. Tell me. What’d you think?”

Jungkook’s eyes fell to Yoongi in surprise.

“W-what?”

“What’d you think about what you saw?” Yoongi asked again, folding his arms.

“Uh…”

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he should lie and insist he didn’t see anything, or if he should answer the question honestly.

“I know I saw you,” Yoongi doubled down. “Peeping at us like a little perv.”

Jungkook frowned.

“I’m just teasing. It’s OK. Tell me what you thought.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook said. “I guess I…”

“Well, did you like what you saw?” Yoongi asked, his voice deeper now.

Jungkook nodded slowly.

“How did you feel?” Yoongi asked.

“Um… good.”

Yoongi licked his lips. Jungkook could be annoyingly cute, and he looked especially annoyingly cute there in the moonlight, his eyes wide with intrigue.

“Hmm.”

Yoongi stepped forward.

“Show me.”

“What?” Jungkook asked softly, more eager than confused.

“Show me how good you felt.”

Jungkook smirked.

“I’ll show you how good I felt, too,” Yoongi offered, if that would help.

Jungkook thought about it for a moment. And then he stepped back from the balcony wall, showing Yoongi how hard his cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts.

Yoongi glanced up at Jungkook. “Can I…?” 

Jungkook nodded fiercely. He was getting off on not just the sights and sounds, but also the fact that Yoongi wanted something to do with him. That Yoongi wanted to feel him. That Yoongi was bringing him into something that none of the others were invited to.

Yoongi pressed his still-wet fingers onto Jungkook’s length, and Jungkook closed his eyes at his touch. It had been so long since someone felt him there, and the way Yoongi was doing it was imbued with the same sense of presence that he saw him filling Nari up with. The release was secondary. What mattered was right here, right now. The perfect level of pressure. The soft grip sending shockwaves through his hips, making him want to move them. 

“Mmm.”

Jungkook smiled at Yoongi’s approval.

“You can, too,” Yoongi said, looking back up at Jungkook and turning his hips to face him.

Jungkook’s heart started pounding.

“I can…?” Jungkook asked.

“Whatever,” Yoongi tried to clarify. “You can do whatever you want, I mean.”

Yoongi started rubbing the head of Jungkook’s cock, making Jungkook’s eyes close. 

Jungkook smiled devilishly, making Yoongi chuckle.

“That look. No wonder everybody loses it over you,” Yoongi remarked.

Jungkook reached forward and held onto Yoongi’s cock, still fully erect and full of Nari’s warmth.

“God,” Jungkook sighed, starting to rub him through the robe.

Yoongi’s head lolled back in a circle, his eyes flashing open after one slow, dreamy rotation.

They grunted at each other, surprised at how good it felt.

“Have you…” 

Jungkook glanced at the living room. No one else was awake, as far as he could tell.

“Have you done this with anyone else?” he went on.

Yoongi shrugged.

“Kind of.”

Jungkook’s wide eyes made Yoongi chuckle again.

“What do you mean?” he asked impatiently.

“When we were younger,” Yoongi said, the effect of Jungkook’s strong hands traveling up his dick and into his torso making it hard for him to form sentences. “We’d. Y’know. Help each other out.”

“No one ever helped me out,” Jungkook muttered.

Yoongi sighed. “It was different with you, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook frowned.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to stay that way, though,” Yoongi added.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised.

Yoongi took another step into Jungkook, the tip of his dick just grazing Jungkook’s strong thigh.

Jungkook found himself leaning down to meet his lips, and he and Yoongi shared a quick kiss.

They pulled away from each other, and they smiled. It didn’t feel as weird as either of them thought it might be. 

They met again for another kiss, this time, deeper.

Yoongi pulled away excitedly, getting heated.

“Do you want to join us?” he asked.

Jungkook bit his lip. 

“I’ve never…”

Yoongi nodded. “If you’re uncomfortable---”

“Wait, I want to,” Jungkook clarified. “I’m just not sure how to, I guess.”

“It isn’t any different than how it normally goes,” Yoongi remarked.

Jungkook smiled. 

Yoongi released his grip on Jungkook’s cock and smiled. “OK then.”

Jungkook excitedly followed Yoongi through the darkness, back to his room, and back to Nari, who was still rubbing herself and squirming in Yoongi’s sheets.

“Fuck, finally, I thought---”

Nari hurriedly covered herself when she saw Jungkook’s eyes peeking out at her from just behind Yoongi.

“No, wait,” Yoongi purred, removing his robe.

Nari blinked up at him, starting to drool at the sight of Yoongi’s cock.

She turned to Jungkook.

Jungkook smiled awkwardly, making her giggle.

And then he reached up and back, grasping the spine of his shirt, and pulled it forward and up off of him in one slick motion. 

Nari always blushed when she saw Jungkook changing in the green room. His chest was so firm and strong. His frame was amazing. His body was so chiseled and perfect. It made sense that he was an idol.

But with him standing there in front of her like this, now removing his shorts and letting his cock spring out at her, she realized she had only seen him at half-intensity. Now, it was absolutely beaming at her, haloed in the glow from Yoongi’s lamp. 

The two of them standing there like that was so unreal. They weren’t just idols. They were visions. 

Nari wondered if she were in some sort of fever dream. If she were, she didn’t want to leave it.

Nari dropped the sheets from around her and reached out to them.

Yoongi smiled at Jungkook. He climbed into bed behind Nari, where he was, and slipped into her again, happy that she had kept herself wet while waiting for him.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered. Though the words went into Nari’s ear, they also shot right to Jungkook’s rigid cock, throbbing with anticipation.

Nari bit her lip and moaned at Yoongi’s touch, and then she opened her eyes again at Jungkook, motioning for him to lie in front of her.

Jungkook joined them, and Nari pulled him into a generous kiss, making him feel warm and welcome. 

Nari was shivering, and Jungkook wondered if it was because she was cold. He almost reached down for the blanket when he noticed that Yoongi was rubbing her clit while he was fucking her, and she was so close.

Yoongi’s eyes met Jungkook’s, and he smirked.

Just when Nari was about to come, Yoongi snapped his wrist away, and his hips stilled.

“Aw, Yoongi, you fucker, you are into this edging shit, aren’t you,” Nari complained, tearing her lips away from Jungkook’s as she sweat profusely. 

Yoongi snickered and bit her upper arm, making her moan. 

Jungkook’s instinct was to pick up where Yoongi left off, placing his hand on her pussy, making Nari’s eyes widen in surprise. He was rougher and faster, moving up and down rather than in circles.

Nari kissed Jungkook appreciatively, moaning a little when he started adding more pressure.

Yoongi smiled at Jungkook, who kept his eyes open and trained on Yoongi’s face. 

Yoongi rested his head on Nari’s shoulder as Jungkook and Nari kissed.

And he reached over for Jungkook’s cock, starting to stroke it like Jungkook had wished he would have done on the balcony.

Jungkook leaned his head back and let out a high-pitched moan, and Nari started kissing his neck.

The three of them lay there like that, the waves of their journey flowing from sweet and sensual, to erratic and erotic.

Nari came too many times to count as they played with her, sometimes taking turns as the other watched, and sometimes both of them simultaneously filling her from every angle. For a while, her mouth was wrapped around Jungkook’s cock while Yoongi took her from behind. Then, Jungkook sat up and let Nari rest against him, his hands in her hair and lips parting her lips as Yoongi nestled between her legs and pumped into her, licking wet circles around her nipples. Jungkook loved the way that Nari kissed, so sweetly, and yet so passionately. Then, Nari let her hands do the work while Jungkook and Yoongi shared deep kisses like the one outside. 

After this, she turned to Yoongi and started to kiss him deeply. They shared a knowing glance, and Nari looked back to Jungkook, wiggling her ass as an invitation.

Jungkook licked his lips and lined up, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock to start.

She moaned. Jungkook was just a little thicker than Yoongi, though a little less refined. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel more. Jungkook sunk into her bit by bit, and Yoongi moaned encouragingly as he watched them.

“God, you take me so god,” Jungkook muttered.

Yoongi smirked, and Nari giggled.

“You talk during?” he asked.

Jungkook blushed.

“It’s sexy,” Nari admitted, blushing a little herself.

“You hear that, Jungkook-ah? You’re sexy,” Yoongi echoed playfully.

Jungkook smiled proudly.

“You gonna fuck me?” Nari went on, picking up on what Jungkook liked.

Jungkook refocused and leaned forward.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel anything other than your heart pounding,” he replied, slapping her on the ass and making her lurch forward into Yoongi’s kiss.

“Shit,” Yoongi breathed. 

Jungkook started pounding her, Nari letting out little sobs between kisses with Yoongi.

Yoongi’s fingers found their way to her clit, and Nari’s fingers found their way to Yoongi’s cock. They rubbed and stroked each other at the same pace that Jungkook was fucking her, and the three of them shared kisses and groans of pleasure, the three of them telling each other what they liked, and what they wanted.

“Right there, right there. Don’t stop.”

“Move like this for me.”

“Jesus, how are you doing that.”

Nari whined warningly, starting to quiver in a different way.

“I think I’m gonna… oh god… I can’t hold it… I’m sorry...”

Yoongi smiled excitedly. “You gonna squirt for us?”

Nari nodded quickly, and Jungkook looked at Yoongi, a little nervous. He’d had his fair share of sex, but he’d never made anybody squirt before.

Yoongi looked at him encouragingly, placing a hand on Jungkook’s cheek.

“Let’s make her feel good,” Yoongi whispered, as he continued rubbing her.

Jungkook nodded, pounding into her.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“I’m so close,” Nari panted.

“So am I,” Yoongi whispered, biting his lip.

Jungkook could feel his own orgasm creeping up from the backs of his legs, the backs of his thighs, up his ass cheeks, and up his spine, his eyes, jaw, shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach starting to clench. “Me too.”

Nari went first, almost wailing until Yoongi placed his lips on hers. She pressed his cock against her, and she gushed all over him, making him moan so deeply.

Yoongi came next, and Jungkook felt even more heated watching them writhe against each other, Nari licking some of Yoongi’s sweet, sticky cum from her fingers. She raised her hand up to Yoongi’s lips, and he licked himself off of her. Nari looked back to Jungkook to give him a taste as well. Jungkook let his tongue engulf Nari’s fingers, making her moan. Yoongi tasted like a savory cream puff, making Jungkook smile. 

Yoongi did the same thing with Nari’s juices, licking his fingers and reaching down to her pussy to get more. He pressed his fingers onto her mouth, and she groaned at tasting herself. Yoongi held his fingers to Jungkook, who wrapped his tongue around them. They were so delicate yet strong.

Jungkook came hard, sucking on Yoongi’s fingers, tasting Nari, and filling her up with everything that had been building in him that day.

Nari reached down and brought Jungkook’s fingers to her entrance. As he seeped out of her, he used his fingers to collect himself. He reached up to Nari for a taste, and then to Yoongi. Jungkook tasted like candy with a salty aftertaste, like trail mix enjoyed in the comfort of your home. He licked her clean of himself and bit her thigh, sending her aftershocks.

They rested against each other, wrapped up in each other, their bodies alternatingly overheated with pleasure in some areas, and deliciously cool from being wet in others.

Jungkook’s voice croaked when he finally talked.

“That was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.”

Nari giggled.

“Well, get ready,” Yoongi said, looking at Nari and smiling. 

Jungkook furrowed his brow. “For what?”

His eyes met Jungkook’s.

“We’ve still got one more day off.”

← 01: Friday | 03: Sunday → 

 A Weekend with Noona | Masterpost

[siancore]

We know that Zemo is the ‘know your enemies’ type of guy. So, hear me out: He don’t know what exactly is going on between Sam and Bucky, but he knows there *is* something going on. Then, after being captured by the duo, he decides to flirt with Sam to see what happens...

Anon! I love your train of thought. Here, have this:

Being a hero could get messy. The pair in question were a little worse for the wear after the ensuing scuffle that happened just before they had apprehended Helmut Zemo. They were mostly dusty from the small explosion and a little banged up. Barnes had nary a scratch on him. Wilson might have had a busted rib or two after Zemo had gotten the jump on him before Barnes swooped in to rescue the new Captain America.

Barnes had made easy work of tethering Zemo to a chair after knocking him unconscious. He came to and threw some insults at the pair. Barnes did not blink as he placed a pistol between Zemo’s eyes.

“Buck, don’t,” said Wilson, placing a tentative hand to Barnes’ forearm, causing him to curse out loud and lower his weapon.

He walked away in a huff, clearly agitated. Wilson walked over to him and spoke in hushed tones. Zemo could not hear what they were talking about, but he did notice something: Barnes calmed himself when Wilson leaned in close and spoke to him gently.

The former Winter Soldier softened under Sam Wilson’s gaze.

Interesting, thought Zemo as he watched their exchange with fascination. There was definitely something between them that was much more than camaraderie, well, at least on Barnes’ part. Zemo watched on as Barnes’ gaze followed Wilson while he walked over to their prisoner.

“Thank you,” Zemo said to Sam, loudly enough that Bucky heard.

“For what?” asked Sam.

“For stopping him from pulling the trigger.”

“There’s a right way to do things, and that’s what we’re doing. You should try it some time.”

“Commendable,” said Zemo, as he trailed his eyes up and down Sam’s form. “And so very Captain America of you.”

Great, he’s a chatty one, thought Sam as he said nothing in reply. Bucky observed them keenly, noticing how their captive was looking at Sam; he didn’t like it.

“I like you better than the last Captain America,” Zemo added. “He was a temperamental toad playing at being a hero.”

“Watch yourself,” Sam warned, causing him to laugh.

“My apologies, Captain,” Zemo proffered with a smirk. “I will watch what I say, though, I do have to say right now that you are much more handsome than your predecessor.”

Sam made no reply, Bucky clenched his jaw, and Zemo tilted his head to the side as he openly ogled Sam. Yes, Bucky definitely did not like it.

“The uniform fits you better,” Zemo said while running his tongue over his bottom lip. “Fits better in all of the right places.”

He let his gaze fall to the crotch area of Sam’s uniform and Bucky saw red.

“Hey, asshole,” said Barnes as he stepped forward. “You wanna shut the fuck up?”

Zemo turned to glare at Barnes and asked, “Why would I want to do that? He’s a very handsome man, wouldn’t you say so?”

“Stop lookin’ at him like that.”

“I’m just enjoying the view before they lock me away again,” was Zemo’s reply. “And what a splendid view.”

“You’re makin’ him uncomfortable.”

“Oh, am I? Or maybe you’re uncomfortable – or jealous.”

Barnes snorted and said, “Jealous? Of you?”

Zemo gave Bucky a crooked smile and said, “Jealous that I can say these things to his face and you cannot. You wouldn’t want to blur any lines, right? Propriety and all of the boundaries that come with a work relationship. No matter, where you fail I will gladly step in. He is a beautiful man and should be told so.”

Sam rolled his eyes, Bucky narrowed his gaze, and Zemo smirked.

“Shut the hell up,” said Bucky.

“No, Captain America is handsome, and I’m allowed to say so.”

“You’re not allowed to say shit.”

“You’re very good-looking, Captain,” said Zemo as he turned to an unimpressed Sam Wilson.

“Stop fuckin’ saying that. You don’t get to call him good-lookin’, okay? You don’t get to talk to my guy. You don’t get to look at him. You sit there and keep your trap shut before I shut it for you.”

Zemo looked at Sam and said, “You’re with him? That’s preposterous.”

“Dude, just stop,” said Sam as he folded his arms, amazed at the levels of immaturity the two grown ass men were exhibiting.  

Zemo gestured between Barnes and Wilson and then said, “If this doesn’t work out between the two of you, or should you grow tired of him, come pay me a visit, Captain. I will show what it’s like to be with a real man.”

Before Zemo could utter another word, Bucky had taken out his pistol and pressed it to Zemo’s brow.

“Buck, come on,” said Sam as he moved forward. “He’s just trying to get under your skin.”

“Yeah, well,” said Bucky, staring Zemo dead in the eyes as he cocked the hammer of his gun. “If he keeps it up, I’ll put a bullet under his skin.”

[cockasinthebird]

“I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.” -William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 3 Scene 5

Brown and blue both stare up at the many a love declarations on the underside of the bleachers of Hawkins High. Football practice has begun, along with their ever so faithful cheerleaders, and while Robin was here just for how short those skirts went, Steve was here for both those legs, and the sweaty muscles of the blonde haired quarter back; how he shone like diamonds underneath the ruthless summer sky.

Robin hands him the roach, and he has possibly never felt more at peace than now, in the shade with the occasional breeze. But of course, he thought so every time the two of them decided to get high and lie in the grass.

“Tommy + Carol 4 Ever,” Steve reads out loud. “Fucking asshole.”

“Aw, does poor Steve still feel abandoned?” Robin pouts falsely and puts both hands behind her head.

“Shithead was my best friend for most of our lives, and now he's off somewhere licking Billy Hargrove's boot.” He frowns whilst pressing the final embers of their joint into the grass.

“You're just jealous,” she laughs mockingly at him and turns her head to peek out through the seats.

And Steve leans up on his elbows to look past her and in the same direction, to where he sees Billy Hargrove tearing off his helmet with a victorious smile, mullet done up in a low bun, bangs clinging wetly to his forehead.

“Fuck no,” he lies.

“Come on, Dingus.” Robin knocks their shoes together. “You know you can't lie to me.”

“I can try,” he huffs a laugh and looks at how she mimics him genuinely.

“You think I got it any better?” her laugh turns to a scoff and points up. “Tammy Thompson loves John Johnson.” And there's a deep silence for a few short seconds as she keeps her finger in the direction of that etching. “Who the fuck names their child John Johnson?”

Steve cannot contain his chortle, and she is right behind with her usual snort; the one that only comes forth when they're this high.

“It would be like-” Steve takes a deep inhale. “If you were named Robin Robinson!”

“Or you Steve Stevenson!”

“Is that a real name?!”

“Y-yes?” Robin fights against the grin that wants to spread all too wide, and looks at him. “Robert Louis Stevenson!”

“Who?” Steve keeps breathing slowly to try and calm down from something that isn't actually that funny, but when you got bloodshot eyes like these, everything is.

“The famous writer? He wrote Treasure Island and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.”

Steve leans up on his elbows again to stare down at her with the most bewildered look this illiterate teen can manage. “Mr Hyde as in... our chemistry teacher?”

“Oh...” Robin's blue blue eyes grow as wide as they can. “My God... Steve... No wonder you're failing literally every class.”

And his expression falls from confused to somewhat offended, but it is the inevitable truth. “It's fine,” he says with nary a worry, “I will get a job at my father's office as... I dunno, coffee guy? Mailman?”

“You really think he'd put you in charge of something as important as their postal service?”

Rather than come up with a sensible reply to that remark, he simply grabs a fistful of grass and throws it at her.

He smiles, she laughs, and the both of them settle down once more with only the loud cheers from the girls in uniform to fill the comfortable silence they find themselves in again, as they continue reading everything that's been carved and written into the far too old wood.

Steve's name can be found numerous times, both in forms of compliments-

“I wish Steve Harrington would notice me.”

“Mrs Harrington is my dream job.”

“Steve Harrington the Keg King.”

All surrounded by hearts.

On one step it reads, “Steve 'The Hair' Harrington” in suspiciously familiar handwriting.

He used to bring girls down here, too, and would have them watch as he reached high above them and wrote his name + theirs.

Steve + Laurie. Crossed out. Steve + Amy. Crossed out. Steve + Becky. Crossed out.

He never got to bring Nancy here. Brought Robin here originally for the same reason as the rest, but she was quick to tell him the truth as he stood too close.

At least they remained friends.

“Is your name up there somewhere?” he asks her, having never actually found it.

“I'm a band dweeb, what do you think?” she sighs but acts like it doesn't bother her.

“Do you want it to be?”

“Nope,” she lies and pops the p.

And of course he doesn't believe her, but he considers himself too nice to press her on any of it.

Silence drags on for what feels like eternity crammed into one minute, and he's got something on his mind, but has absolutely no clue how to work it into conversation all casual like, because it's kinda a big deal, but he doesn't want to seem a fool for thinking so.

So he tries to just flat out say it, “Robin?”

“Steve.”

“You're... smart, right?” He feels himself failing at just saying what he's thinking.

“Smarter than you, although that's not saying much,” she chuckles out and looks to him, but he seems... nervous, and she stops. “What's up, dingus?”

“I... I got a note in my locker today, and I don't really know what it means,” Steve speaks hesitantly and rips small pieces off of a blade of grass.

Robin's brows quirks up. “Oh? And you want me to decipher it for you?”

He sits up far too fast, and even though his body remains still, the world spins for longer than what is possible. “Would you?” There is such a brightness to his tone.

“Sure, what does it say?” She gets up as well and crosses her legs.

Steve fishes out a paper that has become impossibly crumbled up in his front pocket, to a point where the letters written in beautiful cursive is almost unintelligible.

“I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.”

And while she turns the paper around and re-reads those words, Steve stares unblinkingly so at her.

“So?” he finally asks, bursting with anticipation.

“So, it's a love letter.” She hands it back, and he looks at the paper with such admiration, as if he had forgotten he was worthy of such, just to be reminded of it now. “It's Shakespeare, King Lear. It means that she loves you more than words can describe.”

At that he looks up, beaming with elation as he asks for reassurance, “Seriously?”

“Yup.” She is clearly far less excited, but there's optimism to her tone, to know that he might find what they're both longing for, whether out loud or in secret.

“Someone wrote me a love note...” His smile wide with shocked disbelief.

“Congratulations.” She rolls her eyes although with raised lips, and lies down again.

-

The very next day, shortly after lunch has begun, he finds another in his locker and runs to where Robin would be eating her lunch alone in the unattended library.

Steve slams down the paper in front of her, and she pauses just before biting into her boring ham sandwich.

“Well well well lover boy,” she mocks lightly and places her food back down on the tray. “I assume you're in need of my service once again?”

The chair next to her screeches across the floor as he sits down with a hard bump. “Yes, and it's the same handwriting as last, so that means it's the same girl, right?”

“Hey now, I haven't agreed to anything yet!” She slaps her hand down on top of the paper, and smirks. “I will help you with this, again, if you buy me pizza after school.”

“Yeah, deal, whatever, just-” He gestures wildly to the neatly folded paper. “Tell me what it means!”

Robin shakes her head and slumps back into her seat; slipping down a bit with her legs splayed out all comfortable and taking up far too much space.

“Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, the pretty follies that themselves commit.”

She nods for a moment in thought, fully ignoring the way Steve's eyes could drill holes in her skull.

“I think it's from The Merchant of Venice. It means... something like, how love makes you act different?”

And since she seems satisfied with that, nods more and lets out a little “Yeah,” so is he.

“Okay, so, someone that acts differently around me?”

Robin taps her temple with a blackened nail and continues nodding like it's all he understands. Still, to ensure he gets her point, says, “You got it.”

Now it is his turn to slump into his chair, but far more confused. “How... how am I supposed to know that they act differently around me? Isn't that how I'll always have seen them, then?”

She raises her brows at that and sits up a bit more straight. “How astute!”

As if he knows what that means.

-

Through the weekend he waits on his bed, each note in hand and smiling so wide his cheeks grow sore.

Two love letters in two days? They are meant for him, right? This girl didn't accidentally put it in the wrong locker, right?

Steve catches himself briefly hoping she's beautiful, but pushes that aside by the fact that she's so poetically inclined, so sweet and shy that her looks hardly matters, for her choice of words warms his heart and makes it beat in a way that he has oh so missed.

Another thought is what if it's Robin, but he shakes his head violently at that stupid little thing, because no, she's his best friend and that's all they'll ever be, and he truly is happy with that. But everyone gets wrong and bad ideas from time to time, so he won't fault himself for her name popping up, as he mentally goes through a list of all the girls he knows. Or thinks he knows.

And though he tries to distract himself with TV and swimming in his pool and letting Robin paint his toenails, Monday always feels so far away.

-

It is the first thing he does when he shows up at school; pushes his way through his peers to fling open his locker, and sure enough a little note slips out.

He skims it for just a second before he rushes off to stand by Robin's locker for when she eventually moves to it and shoves him aside.

“Another?” she asks with her head in her locker as she rummages for gum.

“I knew she was gonna leave me another! I could feel it in my body the entire weekend!” his tone pitched high with excitement.

“Ew, gross, I don't need to know that!” she jokes and yanks it from his grasp.

“Come what sorrow can, it cannot countervail the exchange of joy, that one short minute gives me in her sight.”

And Steve folds it, lovingly so, before placing it inside his wallet, and thankfully he doesn't have to wait long for a more modern translation of it.

“Something something about how her pain and misery goes away in your presence; in the presence of a loved one. Romeo and Juliet, which is not a happy love story!” she says ardently and points a stern finger at him for emphasis.

“Okay, but does that mean we have classes together at least then?” Steve shrugs and runs a hand through his shiny hair.

“Probably? Or maybe some extra curricular activity,” Robin's tone careless and she starts down the hall, with Steve right behind.

“But the only other extra whatever I take is basket.”

“So maybe your admirer is a guy.”

He shakes his head with conviction. “Nah, I doubt that completely, I mean you've seen the handwriting! And what guy is into Shakespeare?”

“Anything is possible Steve, don't be so close minded.”

-

For once he is early to first-period history class, and he sits on the desk Robin usually occupies, to which she responds with throwing her bag into his lap, accompanied by a cocked brow and strong stare.

Steve doesn't say a thing, simply lifts up a fourth note, and she snags with from his fingers with an exasperated sigh.

“I would not wish any companion in the world but you.”

She groans out loud now and pushes him off of her table. “Come on dingus, this one is easy! You cannot be this stupid.”

“Just tell me what it is!” he says as he shuffles into the seat in front of hers.

“She only wants you, no one else, Jesus.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, his wide grin that of pure joy, and although this is a tiring thing to be bothered with every day now, she does appreciate his happiness to some extend.

-

Wednesday morning Robin is already by Steve's locker, arms crossed and a friendly smile painted across her face.

“Let's see what your stalker has come up with this time,” she says and leans away so that he can twist the lock in the right order.

And today it is a far shorter note.

“Love hath made thee a tame snake.”

She doesn't bother waiting before saying, “Love will humble and soften even the most hardened individual.” And there's a glint in her eyes, so short and easily missed, revealing that she might have an idea as to which hardened individual this could be. Not that she hadn't thought about him before already.

For she had seen his copy of As You Like It by Shakespeare fall from his bag in English Literature, but it is not her place to out anyone.

“That's a weird one, right?” His brows furrowed as he awaits affirmation. “Hardened individual? What does that even mean?”

“Steve, I-” She rubs her eyes hard and nods. “Yeah, it is a weird one. But it probably means someone who's acting tough, but in truth softens around you.”

He folds it back up and slips it into his wallet together with the other four.

“Tomorrow, then,” Robin says and pats his shoulder a few times before heading to class.

Steve stays still for a moment, looking at how the five notes stretches the leather of his wallet. His thumb runs over their ripped edges, all seemingly from the same piece of paper, thinking about the dainty fingers that must hold the ballpoint pen to write him such loving words.

Cheeks flushed, smile tender, eyes soft, he wanders towards class as well.

-

Months ago when he and Robin became best friends, she took a very slight interest in him and his education, because he very clearly needs help with school, and she's suspicious of the fact that he might be dyslexic, but when asked about it he gets mad.

So instead she demands food and favors from him whenever he starts screwing up in school again, starts falling behind, or shows up late to class. And of course he has slept through his alarm for the first time in weeks on this Thursday, the one day of two where they have first-period together, and now he'll have to pay for dinner at the diner, but he has a good excuse!

Sat up all night with several books written by none other than William Shakespeare that he had checked out at the library.

He's hungry and tired and in a goddamn hurry to get to class ASAP; the hallways empty and silent save for the occasional teacher yelling at an unruly student, but even that he can hardly hear over the beating of his heart, which is just great, because now he'll spend all day with floppy hair and reeking of sweat.

He just has to make a quick stop by his locker to see if there's a new note, the only thing that truly matters and overshadows the importance of getting passing grades or upholding his deal with Robin.

Around the next corner and... and...

And it never dawned on him at any point, even with Robin's constant droning of “Guys can read Shakespeare, too!” that his secret admirer might not be a girl at all. Maybe he was just so stuck in the expected reality of the world, the one he's so used to, before Robin helped him see the light, to help him realize that there's other options than gay or straight.

No he never even bothered thinking that way, till he sees Billy Hargrove slip something into his locker.

[carrioncrows-readers]

You may not be good at a lot, but damn if you don't know business and numbers.

Content Warnings: major content warning for sexual harassment, explicit violence

When Jacob first brought you to the brothel, you thought he'd genuinely lost his mind — you made it quite clear you weren't interested in fucking him for money. With his arm around your shoulders, you were prepared to make quite a lot of fuss if he tried anything — but he didn't. Instead, he offered you a bookkeeping job for steady pay, with room to take "freelancing" on commission should you so desire. It was unexpected. It was — nice. The place is nice. A bit gauche, and good lord, those curtains are tacky, but you didn't expect prostitutes to be so…

Well.  Nice.

Come to find out, the woman who left a lipstick stain on Jacob's cheek (you aren't jealous; you aren't) is named Jenny. Jenny is in the elected position of being madame (you didn't know madames were elected?) of the establishment. Which also happens to be the name of the brothel itself. The Establishment. Tongue-in-cheek, but effective.

She's full-bodied and impossibly soft, brown hair piled into curls on top of her head. The pearls she wears are gifts from clients, apparently, and it's become so much of a running joke that for her birthday, the girls saved up to get her a new set of pearl earrings for fun. You have no idea why she wears them all at once.

She peers over your shoulder as you scribble in the ledger, writing down dates and numbers, trying not to get a headache putting it all together. Unfortunately, you haven't had time to sharpen up your sums.

"Ms. Jenny," you glance at her from the corner of your eye, looking for a way to fill the silence since no one is murdering the pianoforte, "can I ask why you haven't done the bookkeeping yourself?" She hums and smiles at you. You notice dimples in the roundness of her cheeks, like craters on the moon.

"Well, dearie, it's because I can nary read nor write. Neither can any of the others — been meaning to hire a bookkeeper for a bit, just never got 'round to it, I suppose." Suddenly and for, of course, no reason at all, you want to disappear into the floor. You should have guessed. Now you feel awful.

You look at your notes. You had all the girls tell you a rough estimate of their earnings for the past six months; some were more accurate than others, but you get the feeling that Jacob just wanted to find you something to do. He doesn't take a massive percentage anyways; usually, it fluctuates depending on how much they've earned that month. Always enough for a comfortable living after expenses, always favorable towards the brothel residents. You've no idea why, just that he somehow manages to supplement his own income enough that it doesn't put him in the red.

"I see," you say, pausing to add up all the earnings for July, minus overhead. Jenny leans in with her eyes narrowed and pokes your side, making you jump so high your ass almost hits the ceiling.

"You're a right hard one to read you are; what's that supposed to mean? Hm?" She pokes you again, and you feel your cheeks burn bright red.

"Nothing! Nothing, I just — felt terrible for asking, I suppose.  Ow."  You rub your side — does the woman have knives for fingers, or is your skin just made of paper? She pokes your arm — definitely knife fingers.

"Well, no harm done."

You sit quietly, shuffling papers in the ledger until everything is tight and up to date — it's not doing too terribly for a Whitechapel brothel. Still, there are some improvements to be made — namely, the settlement of customer debts.

How ironic that you have become the creditor now.

You set your pen down and lean against your steepled fingers, a plot crawling up the back of your mind and settling in. You ask Ms. Jenny, since she is much more familiar with the Rooks than you, to find you a few burly men. And to tell them to bring weapons. Blunt ones.

This is your job now — you'll be damned if you're not going to do it well. Besides, this isn't something you should bother Jacob with.

It isn't tricky to track down your debtors; one look at you smiling in your silks and velveteens, a train of rugged brutes behind you, and people scrape the ground to tell you where your targets live. They know what's coming, and they're not eager to try and quell the storm. You knock very politely on the door to an apartment in a run-down shack of a building, watching it crack open a hair's breadth. That is all the opening your boys need — they muscle in and push Mr. Curtis to the ground. You ignore him swearing to shut the door, folding your hands in front of your stomach.

"Mr. Curtis! I believe we have business."

"I don't know what you're fucking talkin' about," he spits. A simple nod of your head is all the excuse one of your enforcers needs to start walloping Mr. Curtis about the head until he begs you to stop him. You do, the smile on your face ever so slowly becoming a genuine manic grin.

"You owe my employer quite a bit of money. Do you have a wife, Mr. Curtis? I assume not if you visit brothels so often, but I wouldn't put it past you to cheat, either." Curtis rolls onto his side and covers his weeping nose, and you're fascinated by the slow drip-drip-drip of red into a puddle on the floor. "You have one month, which I find very generous. Can you read?" You don't receive an answer, just a low groan of pain that sends a tingle up your toes; you pull a piece of paper out of your pocket, the ink already dry as you sit it on a side table. On it is a sum of money, a date, and Curtis' name.

You leave him to lick his wounds, damn near skipping out into the darkened street. You visit three more houses in short order before returning to the brothel to see Jacob leaned over the intake desk, talking with Jenny. They both have lit cigars between their fingers. You had no idea Jacob smoked. He turns his head, and you suddenly feel self-conscious of where you've been.

"Done terrorizing the whole of Whitechapel?" He asks, but he doesn't sound unangry. Not that it doesn't stop you from worrying that he's simply putting on an air of calm. You quail and fiddle with the ends of your gloves, staring at your shoes.

"I apologize-"

"Think nothing of it," he says and comes over to pat your shoulder. "Debts need to be paid, and I appreciate you looking after my people. Your people now, too, I guess." Your people. You stare at Jacob and his toothy smile around his cigar, his hand still settled on your shoulder like it belongs there. You clear your throat and shrug it off, hurrying to the desk to note down when your debtors are supposed to send in their payments. It's mostly just to keep your hands busy.

Your people.

You've never really belonged to a group before. You exist in the gray strata between the middle class and the aristocracy, scathingly referred to as the  nouveau riche  by your would-be peers and mistrust by the working people of London, you belong nowhere. Unwelcome in the clubs and symposiums of the genteel, nor the pubs and coffeehouses of the mercantile caste. You didn't even have that many friends among the newly rich, either. Even for them, you were too…  off.  Violet Morvell was someone who tolerated you enough to call you acquaintance. Or so you thought.

The idea of having people is foreign and exciting, and terrifying all at once.

***

Your time at the brothel is well-spent. You buy yourself a math primer with the salary you get and brush up on your sums. With that knowledge in hand, you are brutally efficient with the finances of The Establishment. You set up a sign-in sheet and record every name that comes through the door, much to the patrons' shock and chagrin. The burly doorman you recently hired on is insistence enough they give you their real names, which in and of themselves are insurance. Occasionally he has to throw out a tirading customer, but they usually come back for their fix of unfortunate women. Sex, you suppose, is at the root of most vices.

At the end of the month, all four of your debtors turn their money into your capable (you hope) hands. You didn't have to visit them a second time — they either respect Jacob Frye too much, or they're too terrified of him to keep skimping on his money.

You begin educating a few of the girls on manners, etiquette, and how to properly play a pianoforte without sounding like they're torturing a cow. When you suggest that the brothel start serving tea and coffee to waiting customers, Ms. Jenny happily converts one of the rooms into a small kitchen. It makes more overhead, but in the end, the payout is astounding — it makes the patrons feel special, and men who feel special are pleasantly inclined to give more in terms of tips. Pun intended. Jacob would be proud of that one, you think.

It also attracts wealthier clientele, whom you are more than happy to charge extra for the pleasure of pretty company. The Establishment prospers with you holding the purse strings; you almost dare yourself to feel proud. The Rooks have taken to calling you  bookie,  of all things. Sometimes they even invite you out for drinks.

You've never had a nickname before. You think you might like it.

The English winter drudges on and turns into an English spring, and you settle into a rhythm. You moved into an apartment in Whitechapel, a nicer one (in comparison — it's still poverty when set beside how you used to live, but you think you're slowly acclimating to it) closer to work. You spend most of your time with Ms. Jenny and the girls anyway — most nights, you find yourself passed out at your desk until Ms. Jenny shoos you to a couch in a dark corner by the stairs. She begins to insist that you call her Jenny, just Jenny — but that seems like a breach to you, a line you're just not ready to cross yet, no matter how many times she covers you with a blanket and lets you sleep in the receiving room.

At the end of every month, you meet Jacob in a pub to hand over his cut and go over the ledger. He always lingers to talk with you after, and you've gotten to know him, you think. As much as you can know someone who somehow manages to head both a crime syndicate and an alleged, shady reactionary freedom movement. At least that's what you can glean from the whispered conversations he's had with you when you ask after it.

"I think I know that look," he says, pointing his glass at you, "what are you thinking about?"

Damn him and his sharp eyes — you really must be more careful about your expressions.

"I realize that I don't actually know you at all," you say, swirling your glass around in your hand to slosh the wine inside. Frye's response is a dry chuckle and little more than that, grabbing the bottle of wine and refilling his own cup. You know he's not partial to wine. You know he prefers milds to bitters and finds that lager doesn't have the malty taste he enjoys, but he drinks it when he goes to Evie and Jayadeep's. But beyond that? He may as well be a ghost to you.

"Perhaps that's for the best," he says. You watch him chug half his cup before he sits it down again, wipes his mouth, and clears his throat. You sit your glass down, a companion piece. You'd threaten to kick him over not savoring it, but the wine they serve here isn't worth savoring.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"Hobbies?" He seems utterly baffled by the idea.

"You know — things you enjoy. That you do on your off time."

"I think it's so incredibly, endearingly bold of you to assume I have off time." He smiles and then leans his chin on the heel of his hand and makes a show of thinking. "I do enjoy a good game of cards."

"Does that count as a hobby?"

"Why wouldn't it? Not everyone can afford to learn croquet or whatever they teach at Fancy Lads and Lasses School for Fancy Lads and Lasses." That stings — you take a drink of wine to lessen the bruise that puts on your ego, and Jacob visibly softens with an apologetic smile. "Sorry. That was unkind of me."

"No — no, you're right." You look down at your hands, smooth and uncalloused, and rub your thumb against your palm to keep them busy. "I'm coming to learn that the world is very different from what I thought."

You don't know why you said it. Or why Jacob Frye touches his fingertips to yours after a long, pregnant pause. You startle, and you look up to see him with that softened smile.

"It's a lot to take in." He pulls his hand away; you find yourself missing the brush of it. Your fingers curl into your palms of their own accord.

"When did  you  first learn about all this Assassin and Templar business?" You ask.

"About four minutes after Evie, right out of the womb. We were raised in it. Our parents were both Assassins, so were our grandparents, probably their grandparents too. It's a good thing we keep dying young; otherwise, we'd be twice as inbred as Her Majesty and company." You gasp.

"That is the queen you're insulting!"

"She's a right shit old bird, is what she is," he plants a hand on his chest, looking wounded. "She almost took Evie's knighthood! Because we dared ask politely for her not to steamroll over all India and probably gleefully kick puppies in the process."

"Evie was knighted?"

"Henry and I too, but I didn't want the damn thing."

"You're a  knight?"  He curls his lip, topping up your glass and sighing. He nods his head as though it's a burden, and you snort into your wine glass. The dismay strangely suits him — he doesn't seem the type to want or even know what to do with a knighthood. You can't imagine him in a suit and medal either, no matter how hard you try.

You're about to ask him what his parents thought about him being here when someone grabs a chair and muscles their way to your table. You're pushed damn near into the wall, scowling and moving if only to keep your wine from spilling. You recognize the idiot who stuck his nose in — his name is Smith, and he's a bastard.

You've had to throw him out of The Establishment more than once; you'd entertain the idea that he has some sort of vendetta against you, but he's not worth the effort of thinking about. He downs his bottle of lager and sits it down onto the table, swaying in his seat. His eyes are bloodshot under the greasy, unwashed blond mop of his hair. He grins at Jacob with all his teeth after he greets him warmly. Loudly.

You cow in the corner as the whole bar turns to look at your table, trying to hide in your skin. For the most part, Jacob seems annoyed. Still, he greets Smith with the impatient smile of a father whose child interrupted an important meeting. You can see a muscle twitch in his cheek when Smith leans on you, his hand wrapping like an uncomfortable snake around your waist.

Your heart freezes, and every muscle you own goes rigid like stone as he spreads his palm over your hip.

"Didn't know you visited the Judies, boss! How much does ol' bookie go for these days? Gold or silver?" You grip your wine glass until your knuckles threaten to split, hot behind the ears as he leans in. His breath smells like a month's worth of stale beer. You fix him with your eye and pull your lip away from your teeth, speaking through a tight jaw. Usually, that is enough to get the handsy ones to back off; not tonight, apparently.

"You know very well that I work the desk. Nothing more, Mr. Smith."

"Yeah, with that stick up your arse, I bet you don't get many Johns. No room." He winks at Jacob, who simply sits and lets you wallow in your misery, the smile gone from his face. You look at him, pleading, as Smith leans even further in and plucks your wine glass out of your hands. You can't move. You can't stop him.

"Aw, c'mon, poppet! Give us a smile." Jacob grits his teeth until his jaw is white, a warning snarl curling his lip away from his teeth.

"That is  enough,  Smith."

"What? Boss, I'm jus' havin' a little fun. Hazin' the greenies, you know how it is." Smith turns back to you, leering ever closer, the rank of his breath falling across your cheek. "You're having fun, aren't you, darling?" The world melts away, candle wax as his hand travels down to rest on the outside of your thigh. You can only think of  Thomas Fucking Morvell.  His hand around your waist. It feels so suffocatingly like he's there instead of Smith, and something-

Something in you.

Snaps.

You think you might be seeing yourself outside your body, your hand wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle as you slam the motherfucker into his big mouth. It explodes in a haze of glass. The force pushes him backward, out of the booth, onto the floor, and he covers his bleeding face with his hands and screams, screams, screams.

"You stupid fucking cunt!"  Smith wails more obscenities at you, but you aren't listening. Your ears ring. The bottle feels oh-so-right in your hands, perfect. Jacob stands when you do, eyes wide and eyebrows high, but he's not quick enough to stop you from straddling Smith's chest and grabbing his lacerated jaw with your hand. Glass cuts into your fingers. He stares up with one eye swollen shut with blood and the other ballooned in horror. You raise the shattered, razor-sharp bottleneck over your head. You feel like an animal.

You wish you could say something clever — but your teeth are pressed so tightly that your words wither and die at the pass. Smith shrieks when your arm falls towards his eyes in a violent arch.

Aren't you having fun, poppet? Gimme a smile.

Something firm and solid stops your arm and wrenches you up with so much force you spin, and the bestial part of you uses the momentum to try to punch out at whatever's caught you. You've never thrown a punch in your life, but by God, are you going to throw one now. Something grabs that arm too.

You force yourself to refocus, panting hard and covered in blood from a million tiny cuts, splattered in Smith's gore and stale beer.

Jacob is staring at you, holding your wrists tight and firm to keep you from hurting someone else — or yourself. Then, finally, the horror dawns on you that the bar — the entire bar — is staring at you. You drop the bloodied bottleneck; your chest feels like it's going to implode. And yet Jacob keeps staring.

"You," he says, more to himself than you, "are full of so many interesting surprises."

***

You are cleaned up, bandaged, and taken to a private room above the bar. You spend minutes (hours, feels like) pacing. Back, forth — back, forth. You chew at your bandages and lament that your nails are covered, gnashing like a beast to try and bite them to the quick.

When Jacob opens the door, you want to throw yourself at his feet.

"Jacob," your voice wobbles, your breath coming out in short gasps, "I am so, so sorry-" He cuts you off with a raised hand.

"No, I'm sorry."

...What?

Whatever for?

You stare in stunned silence while he rubs the back of his neck. "You were obviously uncomfortable, and he just — kept touching you. And I didn't stop him. I'm sorry."

"You — You told him to stop." You want to laugh. This is a trick — this has to be a trick.

"That is not enough." He sighs. "Considering I know what it feels like." He grimaces at the floor, arms crossed, and you collapse back to sit on the bare mattress, hearing the frame creak its protest under your weight. The two of you exist in oppressive quiet until Jacob pipes up from the door.

"But — that was impressive, back there. And you've shown a lot of initiative and drive these past few months. I think you should join us — the Creed." It sounds like a speech he's rehearsed for months, shocked into pulling it out now at the most inopportune of times. It's damn-near comical, but you can't bring yourself to laugh.

"Again, with your crazy cult of conspiracy theorists." You sag, running a hand over your face. "Fine. I'll join you. What else do I have to lose?" The silence that follows is awkward and strange, so you try to fill it with conversation. "What did you mean when you said you knew what it felt like?" Jacob leans against the wall, watching a patch of the floor behind you with great interest. It takes him a moment to speak, but he sounds distant. Weather vaned to a place in history far away.

"His name was Maxwell Roth."

"The old leader of the Blighters? The one that set fire to the Alhambra?"

"The very same." You try to conjure him in your mind from what you remember. You come up with a shadowed figure in a mask and a cruel grin; you only know that he was much older than the two of you. You pull your knee to your chest and block out the thoughts as Roth slowly mutates into a figure you know far, far too well, and hate far, far too much.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"Don't be — it was a lifetime ago."

"A year," you smile; it doesn't reach your eyes. "But those can feel like lifetimes, can't they?"

"Sure as the sun shits gold, are you right." He moves to sit beside you, his hands folded between his knees, back bent. "He — I loved him. At least I think I did, afterward. After he died. He'd call me  darling  and  my dear,  and he made me feel so — so damn good about myself — all the things I'd accomplished like I was special. But I think we both loved a man who was," he trails off, trying so hard to find the words. You finish for him, hauntingly familiar with the feeling.

"Different from who the real man was," you say. "You loved the image you had in your head." And afterward, Jacob fell in love with the nostalgia.

"Right." He pauses and then coughs, the tips of his ears red. "We never had sex. I mean, afterward, shit — yeah, there were men. But for Roth and me — he was just touchy-feely. I thought I didn't mind then, but looking back on it now…" You feel nausea coil in your stomach; it's like looking in a mirror.

You never would have known. Or maybe he's just not as broken as you.

But to hear that you're not alone — you can find some measure of comfort in that, even if you're horrified to see your doppelganger sitting by you. You ask Jacob if Evie knows — she doesn't. She never will, if he has anything to say about it; all she knows is that something changed when he killed Roth, maybe for better or maybe for worse.

You don't know what to do — so you hesitantly lean against him, hoping that you're a comforting weight. He lets you. You stare straight ahead to keep from crumpling like a paper crane.

"I'm glad you said yes," he says. "This isn't — it's not a life I ask you to join lightly."

"What do I have to lose?" You repeat yourself, finally feeling brave enough to glance up, watching Jacob light a match and catch fire to the end of a cigar — the same one he's been smoking for a week, you realize. He must be saving it. "Does your mother know you smoke those things?" Not that it'd make much of a stir — they're meant to be healthy for the lungs anyhow. It's just unfortunate about the smell.

"Didn't know her," he says, almost as a throwaway comment as he takes a deep drag of smoke. You jolt, the shock of it filling your bones. "What?"

"Nothing," you say, fiddling with the selvage of your bandages. "I simply realized that we have much more in common than I thought."

[chelsfic]

Inherited - Chapter 4 - Dracula/OFC - Dracula (2020) fanfic

Summary: The Count’s innocent housekeeper falls further under his spell.

A/N: Hooooo boy! This started out with a lot of imagery and some boring stuff about chores and then it just turned buck wild. Major NSFW warning. Smut! There is also more bloodletting. If you’re at all questioning the way blood drinking/sharing works in the context of this fic I did a post about it last night.

As always if you’d like to be tagged in future updates just send a carrier pigeon or comment or reblog or whatever. And endless thanks for reading!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Emilie woke the next morning with the taste of Dracula’s blood on her lips and the lingering memory of his touch ghosting over her skin. The misery caused by his callous and cruel behavior at dinner was forgotten. A smile curled the edges of her lips as she opened her eyes to a new day. She mentally reviewed her task list. She would start by clearing the dining room and washing the soiled china in the scullery annex. Then her morning chores: dusting the downstairs rooms, sweeping the corridors. She’d been meaning to polish the silver candlesticks for sometime, perhaps she’d have time for that before nightfall. The Count tended to keep nocturnal hours, so she always waited until just before sunset to creep into his room and build up the fire in the hearth, refresh the water in his wash basin and put out fresh towels. In any other household these chores would be performed before dawn. 

She braced herself for the chill morning air and threw off her blankets in one swift movement. Just because her master kept late hours did not excuse her lying in bed late into the morning. It was difficult to adjust to the long hours when she first came to Carfax. Emilie woke at seven and frequently stayed up past midnight depending on the master’s plans. But she was accustomed to the schedule now and found it a bit of a comfort after the chaos and emotional confusion of the last couple days. 

She stood and grabbed a heavy knit shawl off the back of her rocking chair, pulling it tight around her narrow shoulders and moving to stand at her tiny window to enjoy the sight of the rising sun lighting the kitchen garden. The colors were somehow more vibrant this morning. The grass, trees and plants seemed to positively glow with verdant, pulsing green life. The sunlight crept over the earth and she could see its progress, inch by inch, with more clarity than she’d ever before experienced. Emilie had always been slightly near-sighted, but this morning she saw ever leaf and blade of grass with crisp definition. Not only that, she could smell the sweet scent of the morning dew dissipating into the warming air. Her senses were enchanted and she found herself lingering at the window for several minutes before finally shaking off the feeling and turning away. It was simply an extraordinarily beautiful morning, she reasoned with herself. Nothing more unusual than that. 

When she entered the dining room a little later she expected to find the dirty china from last night’s meal still set out on the table. But the table had been cleared and a fresh cloth laid out. There was nary a crumb or crumpled napkin left for her to tidy. She quirked her head and frowned in confusion for a second before her thoughts were interrupted by a haughty voice from the hallway behind her.

“Finally!” Miss Lucy strode into the dining room wearing the same gown she’d had on the night before. She’d tidied herself as best she could and looked well. She was a little pale, the flush of wine and seduction having faded from her cheeks, but otherwise she looked merely annoyed. “I’ve been waiting here for half an hour, don’t you serve breakfast for guests in this house? I’ll be informing the Count of this abysmal treatment you can be sure.”

Emilie cringed and rushed to the china cupboard to begin making a place setting for the Count’s guest, apologizing profusely as she worked.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Lucy! Of course I’ll get you your breakfast directly. I didn’t...I didn’t realize you’d be staying overnight or else I would have had something prepared for you,” her words were sincere. Emilie took pride in her work and hated to be seen as lazy or inadequate. Her obvious fretting seemed to assuage the young aristocrat slightly.

“Very well,” she sniffed and took a seat at the table. “I’ll have fresh fruit and porridge. I prefer a light breakfast.”

Thank goodness for that, thought Emilie. She wouldn’t need to call for Cook at his little cottage on the outskirts of the Abbey’s park. She curtsied and apologized again before rushing down the discreet servant’s staircase to the kitchen.

Miss Lucy’s surly attitude persisted after breakfast and she kept Emilie on her toes all day with petty requests. Her morning chores went neglected as she made up Miss Lucy’s guest room, just next door to Dracula’s chamber she noted with a pang. Fresh linens, hair combs, water, dainty snacks and an order sent out to the village for spare dresses and shifts. Emilie did it all and was grateful, at least, that she was too busy to examine the jealous feelings that rose up within her at the thought of Miss Lucy spending another evening with Dracula.

Finally, as the sun lowered on the horizon, Emilie excused herself to tend to her master’s needs before he rose for the evening. Miss Lucy at least seemed to understand that Count Dracula would come first in this household despite her guest status.

Emilie left the guest in her room and stepped out into the corridor, heaving a great breath and leaning her weight into the wall for she feared she might simply collapse with fatigue both physical and mental. It wasn’t just that Miss Lucy was demanding and rude. She also insisted on making little pointed comments about the Count’s obvious admiration of her. Emilie worried that Miss Lucy was aware of her...feelings toward her master and delighted in hurting her. Perhaps she was reading too much into things. Perhaps Miss Lucy was simply jealous of anyone else who might have a claim on Count Dracula’s attention. A satisfied little smirk appeared on her lips before she quickly squashed it. Miss Lucy had no idea how much attention the Count paid to his housekeeper.

She entered the Count’s room silently and tiptoed across the plush oriental carpet balancing a pitcher of steaming water and a basket of kindling, fresh towels draped over her shoulders. She looked quite foolish but she managed. She got to work right away, bustling about the room while Dracula slept on. Once she’d finished all her tasks she stole a moment to look over at him, cold and still as the grave in his slumber. The lines of his face were smooth in repose and his sharp nailed hands rested over his stomach. Her mind flashed back to last night and the sight of him slicing into his own skin with one wickedly sharp claw, the feeling of his hot blood dripping onto her lips, sliding down her throat. 

Emilie’s feet moved of their volition carrying her to the master’s bedside. She looked down on him with adoration written plainly on her face. Her hand hovered over his and she bit her lip fearful of being discovered but unable to resist settling her palm over his clasped hands. They were cool to the touch and she willed her own warmth to flow into him and feed his spirit. 

“Really, Emilie, I’m quite shocked,” the Count’s sardonic voice whipped her out of her reverie and she took a step back from the bed, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, Count--milord,” she stammered, voice trembling with nerves. He had wrapped his body around hers only last night, ravishing her with kisses. But she still felt impertinent and untoward, a servant daring to aspire to her master’s affections.

Dracula sat up against the headboard and she realized with a shiver that he wasn’t wearing a nightshirt. His broad, muscular shoulders and dark-haired chest were bare to her. Emilie lowered her gaze and clasped her hands before her, the perfect image of a prim housekeeper awaiting orders.

The Count smirked and patted the bed beside him, “No need to be sorry, little one. Come here, won’t you?”

Emilie stood frozen for a long moment, her warring thoughts apparent on her face. She should not let this continue. Miss Lucy was getting dressed at this very moment for another evening of debauched seduction with the Count. It was entirely inappropriate. What would her grandmother say?

Dracula’s voice turned cold and he commanded, “Come here. Now.”

She snapped into action and scurried up onto the bed beside him. Despite her nerves and qualms she had the presence of mind to enjoy the ultra plush feel of his feather mattress so much more luxurious than her simple bed. She sat primly beside him, hanging her feet over the side so as not to dirty the blankets with her shoes. 

Dracula watched her with eyes lit in amusement. He snaked an arm behind her and hugged her against his bare chest. Emilie gasped as she felt a flame of heat light up her core. Being so close to him had an undeniable effect on her. 

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy with me, little one?” he teased, walking his fingers up her leg and settling his hand flat against her thigh. “Not after last night?”

“Milord,” she whispered, trembling under his gaze, “it’s not proper. I am a servant…”

The Count shushed her and he tugged at the fabric of her skirt, raising the hem and dipping his hand underneath to skim along the smooth skin of her thighs. Emilie couldn’t help a muted moan of pleasure at the sudden contact. 

“Emilie, I want you to call me Vlad. When we are alone together. Can you do that?” his voice was cool and matter-of-fact even as his fingers danced over her inner thighs and crept upward.

“Yes,” she breathed in response to his question or perhaps merely to encourage his hand between her legs. “Vlad.”

Dracula smiled and plunged his hand upward, pressing the heel of his palm against her and stimulating her sensitive clitoris through the thin fabric of her drawers. Emilie gave a rather undignified shout and he leaned down, touching his cheek to hers and whispering into her ear, “Good girl.”

He loomed over her, naked and humming with masculine energy. His hand cupped her sex and he pistoned his wrist to grind his palm against her over and over again eliciting little hiccups of pleasure from his inexperienced young housekeeper. She squirmed against him, arching her back and bucking her hips against his hand. Dracula brought his forearm down across her chest to keep her pinned in place. 

He watched her face, the pretty blush of blood rushing beneath her pale skin, the artery in her neck dancing with the pump of her racing heartbeat. He felt his fangs elongate and saliva pool in his mouth. He descended on her then, biting into her lower lip and growling in pleasure at the small stream of intoxicating blood that flowed into the kiss. He tore the waistband of her drawers away and dove his hand inside to brush over her bare skin. He inserted one elegant, long finger inside her, delighting in her startled squeak. He pumped into her as he sucked the blood from her lips, all the while barely containing the animalistic blood lust raging to be unleashed. When he thought he could resist no more he felt Emilie’s thighs clamp down on his wrist and the pulse of her muscles as she reached her climax. 

He pulled away from the kiss and watched her face in fascination. Gone were her charming little worries about impropriety. The girl was lost to wanton pleasure. She locked her arms around his neck in a fierce hug as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Dracula slowly removed his hand from between her legs and patted down her skirt in deference to her feminine modesty. He lay beside her on the pillow and watched her heaving breast and half closed eyes. She is perfect, he thought to himself, idly drawing his wrist up to his lips and grazing a razor sharp fang across the skin. Or...she will be perfect, once I’m finished with her.

“Come now, darling,” he cooed, cradling her head and bringing her lips up to kiss against his wrist. “It’s time for a little drink.”

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