#and I know some people here are actually trained on stuffs like these and I’m just ;w; scribble awayyyy

[7s3ven]

SINGLE DAD! X BABYSITTER! READER HAS ME FROTHING OMGG. Even better when the rest of TF 141 is involved

part 1 | part 2 (coming soon - rest of tf 141 introduced)

master list

MDNI 18+

Warnings: big age gap, babysitter! reader, reader is in medical school (but still legal guys)

You told yourself it was just a temporary summer job, something to fill your pockets over the Summer break as you moved into another year of university. Medical bills were not easy to pay off and your old job that paid the bare minimum did not help you in the least. All it taught you was that you had a nasty uppercut (from the time you actually hit someone and got fired).

So, you found yourself standing in front of John Price’s house. You stared up at the tall building, brows raised in surprise. He had understated how big his house was… it even had a garden and a pool. You may as well consider it a mansion.

You quickly rang the doorbell, smoothening out your tight blouse. Your much more appropriate one was in the wash so you prayed whoever answered the door did not notice.

It was a tall middle-aged who greeted you, beard cleanly trimmed and… a hat on his head. “Y/N L/N?” He asked you. You swiftly nodded, softly smiling when he stepped aside.

“So, medical school, huh? Training to become a doctor?” He asks as he brews you a cup of tea while you read over his terms and conditions.

“A surgeon, sir. Not much better, though.” You offer him another smile, hoping to ease the awkward tension.

“Right. Next time I need surgery, I’ll call you up.” He takes a sip from your tea, which you notice but you say nothing. “Just checkin’ the temperature. Wouldn’t want ya to burn yourself.” He hands you the mug, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment too long.

“I assume this is only a quick job for you? Just away to gain a bit of money to pay those student fees off?”

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you nod. “Yes, sir. I know I should have clarified it but I’m a little desperate at this point. Besides, no retail places want to hire me… after I hit someone.”

Your words intrigued him. He let out a low chuckle as he sat across from you. “Now I’m interested.”

“Well… there’s not much to it… a guy kept staring at my chest. He said some vulgar stuff and next thing I knew, I was punching him.”

Price shrugs, leaning back in his seat. “The lad was askin’ for it. So, what do you think about the job? You’ll honestly be a glorified babysitter. Just do some cleaning and cookin’ here and there and make my baby happy and you’ll get a nice pay check every week.”

It all happened in a blur. You agreed to the job and weeks later, you found yourself at Price’s house more than your apartment. You hadn’t stepped foot into your apartment since two days ago, Price generously allowing you to use one of the guest rooms.

“Lila has a sleepover tomorrow.” Price mentions as you’re reading the instructions on how to make cookies for Lila’s bake sale.

Based on the cooking skills you had seen from Price, you doubted he could bake very well. In fact, all he could cook was steak, which was general knowledge for dads.

“I can drop her off if needed.” You offer while opening the packet of flour only for it to explode in your face. You smacked your lips together, grimacing. “Not a word.” You mutter to Price who’s chuckling under his breath.

“Wasn’t gon’ a say anything, love.” He helps wipe the flour dust off your face, still grinning in amusement.

In all honesty, your relationship with Price felt a little too domesticated, especially right now as you wore a frilly apron he had bought just for you.

“Your skirt’s too short, by the way.” Price grumbles, attempting to tug it down. “You sure no creeps stared at you on your way ‘ere? Wouldn’t want ya in danger.”

You push his hands away from your hips. “Even if people were staring, I’ll just punch them.”

You had tried to maintain a professional relationship with your boss but it was hard when he carelessly manhandled you and treated you like his wife rather than his daughter’s babysitter.

And all professional behaviour came crashing down when he unexpectedly stood behind you as you whisked the cookie batter.

“You look like a coke addict.” Price jokes, referring to the flour that still stained your face. “Like you got it everywhere but up your nose.”

“I can assure you, sir, I have never tried coke unless my friend daring me to snort sherbet counts.”

Price grins at your biting remark, his heavy hands falling to your waist. “Yeah? Heard it doesn’t feel too good with sherbet.”

“Not in the slightest.”

His hands trail dangerously low but you don’t have the courage to ask him to stop… nor do you really want him too. He seems to sense your willingness as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, body pressed up tightly against yours.

You feel more like his spoiled wife than a medical student just trying to pay her bills.

“You’re pretty, ya know that? Surprised you don’ have a boyfriend… or girlfriend. Or partner. Dunno what your label is.”

With shaking hands, you place the bowl filled with cookie batter to the side, afraid you’ll only spill it.

“Never met a woman as soft as you… most think I chased Lila’s mother away. But nah. Her mother ran off, leavin’ me with a baby. Not that I’m complaining, I love Lila… and without her, I wouldn’ have met you.”

You’re reduced to listening to Price’s words, stuck between his larger frame and the marbled kitchen counter.

“Sir.” You whisper but it reaches his keen ears. Everything after that is a distorted blur and you find yourself bent over the counter, clad in nothing but the apron, with Price right behind you.

Price was a mystery to you. How could a man be turned on by something as simple as an apron? Though, he was a single dad so it made sense.

Price is muttering praises in your ears as your knees tremble, threatening to buckle. You never imagined you’d be in your employer’s kitchen, having your back blown out by the man himself.

His hands were hungrily climbing your body, gripping every bit of exposed skin he could find. If it wasn’t for him holding you upright, you would have toppled to the ground in a heartbeat.

You feel Price lift a hand to grip your hair, tugging at your locks. He’s in a desperate stupor but you’re not any better, pushing back your hips to meet his harsh thrusts.

“Gon’ a fill ya up. Give you a baby of yer own. Fuck… be so pretty just like you. My perfect little wife.” He grunts in your ear. You have no energy to correct him; that you’re not actually his wife but you’d have no complaints if he bought you a ring.

If anything, his words spur you on more.

Your chest is heaving by the time you near your release. You’re whining like a damn dog, high pitched noises slipping past your saliva-slicked lips. And you only grow in volume as Price speeds up, pressing his body against your back.

He’s older than you, that’s a fact you knew from the start, but he’s definitely more experienced as well. His well thought out words have the desired effect on you as the coil in your stomach snaps.

Your fluids drip down your exposed legs, hitting the tiles kitchen ground in thick droplets. You hear Price swear under his breath, quickly pulling out and staining your back white.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Then he leads you towards his bathroom, ushering you inside and handing you a spare set of clothes.

“Imma place your old ones in the washing, yeah?” He mutters, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before leaving you to wash off.

You sit on the shower floor for a good five minutes, replaying the moment in your head. When you finally cleanse yourself of sweat, you slip Price’s shirt over your head, inhaling the intoxicating smell of his cologne. It was the one you liked too.

His clothes engulfed you as you stumbled back into the kitchen, hobbling a little.

“I guess I’ll… get going then.” You murmur, fidgeting with your hands.

Price reaches out a hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. Then he nods. “See you tomorrow night, lovie.”

Right, you still had to finish those cookies and pick up your clothes.

[genericpuff]

Do you have any entry level recommendations for someone looking to learn a bit more about Greek mythology? I’d love to read up on it but I’m not sure how to find reputable sources and avoid Americanisation.

I mean, at the risk of sounding crass, you're likely going to run into Americanization no matter what you do because America itself was built on many cultures, especially that of Greek philosophy and storytelling.

Buuut if you mean you wanna read some actual Greek myth content that AREN'T modern American spins on classic tales, Emily Wilson is a popular choice for many people dipping their toes into translated mythology as her translations are both simplistic and concise in their language choices as well as fun in their structure to read both internally and orally (iirc her translations are done in iambic pentameter which is very familiar to anyone who's ever read Shakespeare). I've been working through her translation of The Odyssey, it's been pretty enjoyable :)

I've also heard great things about both Lattimore and Fitzgerald, the latter of whom I will be reading next after I finish Wilson's translation. That said, I haven't read either of their works yet, so take my recommendation of them with grains of salt! (I hope you enjoy them though if you check 'em out! If you beat me to it, let me know how they went!)

OH also, I know it's sorta the opposite of what you're likely looking for as it's VERY influenced by modern contexts, but thanks to another anon I recently got into Destripando la Historia which is a super fun animated Youtube series that retells the stories of various different gods from different mythologies. If you're into stuff of the goofy anime variety, you might enjoy them, it's a Spanish series but you can turn on captions to read the translations! It's super beginner-friendly, it covers a lot of different stories and myths without getting into so much detail that it's overwhelming (but gives you a good kickoff point to start with!) and the songs and animations slap, Afrodita is one of my favorites haha

Overall the biggest advice I can give you if you're trying to avoid fanfiction-y / "Americanized" retellings is just to cross-reference. If you find a retelling you really like but aren't completely sure of its legitimacy as a functional retelling, keep reading, watching, and learning more. It's a skill like any other, and the more you read, the more you'll be able to pick out what's a legitimate retelling from studied scholars vs. what's fanfiction that you don't need to take too accurately or seriously LMAO

And honestly, nothing wrong with the fanfiction stuff! Mythology, in its very nature, changes over time, it's an inevitability and many of the myths we still draw from today are often derivative in and of themselves from even older versions that pre-existed them (see: Ovid).

it's okay if your introduction to Greek myth is through derivative fanfic, stuff like Disney's Hercules and even Lore Olympus ARE fun to consume for a lot of people and make for a good entry point into learning more about the myths!

What's frustrating - and what I tend to criticize the most here - is when the fanfiction gets advertised / sold as legitimate retellings; when the fanfiction grossly misrepresents the actual mythology and yet tries to claim it as legitimate anyways which results in fanbases that are running around with completely false information claiming it as fact. If you can give the team behind Hercules credit for one thing, their rendition may not be completely accurate, BUT the folks who made it never bragged about how much smarter they were than other people about Greek myth or call themselves "folklorists" when they didn't even have any formal education/training/etc. in it cough like another creator we know cough 💀 If we want to make a comparison between LO and a Disney film in terms of how it grossly misrepresents the themes and cultural contexts of the original stories it was drawing from... Disney's Pocahontas does exactly that 💅

So if you want to avoid any "grossly" Americanized versions of Greek myth that are borderline disrespectful to the stories they're drawing from... yeah, that's usually a pretty indicative red flag LMAO

But outside of those very specific scenarios, just have fun with it, there really is no "right or wrong" way to engage with the mythology if you're simply just wanting to learn more, the beauty of it being mythology is that it's very diverse in its mediums and thus you don't have to be restricted to learning about it exclusively through academic translations or lectures. Of course, there are cultural intersections with these myths that shouldn't be ignored, we always have to treat it with care when engaging with it so that we aren't overwriting another culture's traditions or beliefs - but if you're simply wanting to learn about and entertain yourself with some amazing stories that have quite literally stood the test of time, do so however you see fit :)

[caelanglang]

first verse . seven cuts .

I hope to bring this out of wip jail soon…

song: THE LONELIEST - Måneskin

messiest storyboards that I am not doing properly bc I suck pls don’t be like me…

also animated another dead character breathing yahoo

[wonderjanga]

Marvel and Being a Pseudo-Father

So, I know some of you probably saw the father thing and were like- Woah, another Billy and Connor thingy? Nah. Two words: Wonder Girl.

Anyways, the specific Wonder Girl I’m talking about is Cassandra Sandsmark. If you’ve watched Young Justice, you’d know she’s there. Also, in this alternate universe, the JL doesn’t know Billy is like 12 years old.

It starts off Marvel, I don’t know, eating or something. Then, Cassandra walks in the room, and all of a sudden in the divine twitch chat, he just hears Zeus talk about “oh my daughter!” So Billy pauses mid bite of cereal and just stares at her for a bit. He’s sort of confused because he thought Diana was the only daughter of Zeus as far as he knew. Let alone the only daughter of Zeus associated with the Justice League.

Meanwhile, Cassandra is like, “is that the dude is supposed to be watching over us?” She walks over to him and introduces herself:

Cassie: “Hey, I’m Wonder Girl. You’re the dude who fills in for Black Canary when she’s not here, right?”

Marvel: *Finally finishes his bite of cereal.* “Huh, oh, yeah. I’m Captain Marvel. You can just call me Cap, or Marvel, or any other variation you can think of.”

Cassie: “Wait really? Wonder Woman told me about you. She said you were her sort-of older brother.”

Marvel: *Almost regurgitates his cereal* “She said that?” *Pauses to actually think about it* “I mean I guess we are, huh? He’s one of the gods that sponsors me. He also kinda had a hand in making me.”

Cassie: “He had a hand in making me too!”

They hang out a whole lot more times after that and soon they develop a big brother/little sister relationship. And then one day, while they’re, let’s say training or something.

Marvel: “Hey, I was wondering if you want to help me kill a bunch demons.”

Cassie: “That sounds… amazing. Let’s do it.”

Cue the two going to some place in the Himalayas where demons keep crossing over. They then brutally massacre them all. Marvel even offers Cassie his cape to wipe the blood off her face, much to the outrage of a few of the gods in his head. They then go get ice cream from a random little stall in China, where Billy spends around 15 minutes trying to see if he could use magic to convert his few measly dollars into yuan. They eventually do and they end up sitting on a bench, ignoring the many people taking pictures.

Cassie: *Eating her ice cream* “Hey… uh- I wanted to thank you for doing this.”

Marvel: *Pauses eating his own ice cream* “Huh? What do you mean? Getting you ice cream?”

Cassie: “Nah. For- uh, I don’t know? Doing stuff with me?” *exudes awkwardness* “God, this is- So like, I never really get to spend a whole lot of time with my mom cause she used to like, leave me on my own a lot because of business trips. She was an archeologist. So she used to fly around the world and stuff. So you doing stuff like this, taking me to fight demons, taking me to fight monsters, taking me to fight ghosts, it really means a lot to me? I think?”

Marvel: *Looks super surprised by her words* (not even by the whole thing. Just one sentence) “Your mom was an archeologist? Dude, my parents were too.”

Cassie: “Wait really?”

The two then go on the completely forget everything Cassie just said as the topic about archeologist parents soon spiraled into multiple different conversations.

[burningfairytales]

People look at Bokuto and see a happy-go-lucky, carefree ray of sunshine and think, oh, he is a fool.

I mean I know people love him, but I am so, so upset that that is what he is reduced to.

Because Bokuto may be simple-minded, but a fool he is not.

(Let’s not even talk about the fact that Fukurodani seems to be a renowned private school and Japanese high schools have entrance exams. We know this, because Kageyama failed to get into Shiratorizawa, okay. He failed the exam.

So Bokuto getting into Fukurodani doesn’t exactly scream “idiot” to me. So he struggles with Japanese and Maths. Hell, if everyone was deemed stupid who didn’t excel in literally all of his classes, this would be a world of fools.

He also goes on to college and graduates. So he doesn’t know how taxes work. Hell, Sherlock Holmes didn’t know the earth revolves around the sun. People retain knowledge of stuff that they care about damnit. No one gives a shit about taxes.

I’m not calling him a genius here. He’s probably not exactly a top tier student. But please stop dumbing him down.)

But what I’m really talking about is that Bokuto is people-smart, okay. Like tell me he didn’t know exactly what made Akaashi tick. Tell me he didn’t know exactly what was wrong with him the second Akaashi started faltering.

He knew.

And he called him out on his bullshit in the exact same way Akaashi calls him out on his.

(It’s not just Akaashi btw. He knew exactly what was going through Yachi’s mind during the dumpster battle.)

And listen. During the training camp arc, Fukurodani vs Karasuno, where we first get to see Bokuto’s emo mode? It’s heavily implied by both Takeda and Ukai that Bokuto isn’t aware of how the team dynamics work, and as a reader, we believe this - because Bokuto appears to be so simple-minded. Because there don’t appear to be any hidden depths.

Because we never actually get to see the world through Bokuto’s eyes, but rather always Akaashi’s.

But being simple-minded doesn’t make you an idiot either. It just means that you have a different way of prioritising.

And then later, Bokuto has his moment. His “time for me to just be a regular ace” moment.

And we find out that he did know. He was completely aware that his team (and Akaashi, in all his well-intended manipulation) were coddling him.

(Don’t come for me; I ADORE Akaashi.)

Point is, he knows. And it was fine, because hey, it was easier anyway, and he knew he could count on his team to have his back.

But then Akaashi falters, and his team is struggling, and it’s Bokuto saying “you had my back all this time. Now let me have yours.”

Bokuto is not oblivious and he’s not a fool. His cheerfulness and optimism aren’t a sign of ignorance. They’re carefully cultivated. Because he knows what being lonely is like. He worked so, so hard towards his dream - not just to go pro, but to have fun playing volleyball. To become better at it so that he gets to enjoy it just a little bit more.

His good-heartedness is a goddamn choice, not some cradle-given virtue.

In this essay, i will-

[1d1195]

Dolcezza Extra II

Read Dolcezza here | ~2.4k words

From me: something sweet and sexy

Warnings: smut, oral, and nothing else except some fluffy bits

Summary: She's had a long day and Harry wants to make it better.

There was a knock on her door immediately followed by Harry’s key unlocking the door. Harry always knocked even though she assured him it wasn’t necessary. “Jus’ want you t’know s’me,” he shrugged when she told him. She glanced up from her desk to see Harry enter. “Hey Principessa,” he smiled tiredly. A double at the restaurant on a Saturday was brutal. But it was especially brutal during the holiday season when people flitted in and out between shopping for gifts and getting holiday dinners done with extended friends and family.

He looked exhausted.

She knew the feeling.

“Hi baby,” she smiled. Even if he was tired, he was still really pretty and lovely. She didn’t know he was going to come up after his shift. Sometimes after a double, he wanted to go home and shower. But today he seemed to be in need of some snuggles.

She was still working. Which made Harry a bit insane. On a Saturday night. She could see it in his eyes as he crossed the room. His exhaustion slowly replaced by worry for how much she was doing. What did she prioritize today that resulted in her being unable to do something she loved and had to catch up on work at a late hour? Did Emma have a math assignment she needed to look over? James and Ethan needed her help with cleaning? Or did her mom ask her for help booking a hotel for the family wedding in the coming month?

Harry hated his double shifts not only because he couldn’t see her, but because he couldn’t take her control (just a hair) so that she wouldn’t end up working at eleven at night on a Saturday. “Bad day?” She asked.

He rolled his eyes. He was tired, but it wasn’t a bad day. Honestly, he had fun at work. He and Niall worked well together so unless it was busy and understaffed, it never felt much like work. “No, kitten. M’annoyed you’re working.”

She dropped her gaze. “I like working,” she reminded him.

“Shouldn’t be working at eleven at night,” he reminded her.

“Well, I was going to read but then I was really into this plan I’ve created. I wanted to make sure I got it done before I lost my train of thought. The data I’m looking at has this really cool model and I was analyzing it, and it looked like it was trending down, but I think it’s actually trending up—” She stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink that Harry fell in love with. “Sorry, you’re tired.”

He smirked. “M’jus’ glad y’didn’t stress yourself doing stuff for your family.”

She looked at her lap. “Do you want me to be honest?” She sighed softly.

He sighed rubbing his hand over his face. “Principessa,” he tutted.

She frowned, fidgeting her fingers while Harry sat beside her. “They’re just so helpless Harry.”

“I know, kitten. But they’re all adults.”

“Barely,” she grumbled.

Harry sighed, pulling her into his lap and kissing the top of her head. He was glad all that had happened in this apartment didn’t deter her from living in it. Harry loved this apartment. Loved that it was right above him while he worked, that she was never too far away from him. “How much time do y’need?” He asked rubbing the back of his head. He didn't want to give her time. But he wanted her to be happy. Work did make her happy and he knew she would feel guilty if she didn't finish it and it would spiral into her worrying more anyway.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Twenty. I’ll take a shower. Then we can go t’bed, yeah?”

She nodded. “Sounds like a plan,” she pressed her hands on either side of his face and brought her mouth to his. “You made garlic bread and didn’t bring me any,” she frowned licking her lower lip.

He snorted. “Niall told me t’leave,” he shook his head. “He’ll bring some up when he’s done cleaning up.”

She smiled delightedly. “I have the best life,” she sighed dreamily, falling back into her swivel chair dramatically. Harry kissed her forehead.

“Don’t work too hard, Principessa.”

*

Harry enjoyed the warmth of the shower and felt a little more like himself when he returned to her in the living room. Her eyes still focused on her screen; the pinch of her brow puckered in complete concentration. “Um...any chance you’d be okay with like ten more minutes of me working? Emma called me because...well, I don’t want to bug you with the details, but she needed my help and—”

Harry knew whatever it was, she was putty to her younger sister’s request. She was too sweet, his pretty princess. “S’fine, but m’gonna help,” he turned her desk chair, so she spun to face him. She frowned.

“Hey, I was—”

He ignored her protest and lifted her from the chair to the desk lifting underneath her thighs. Harry was glad she was wearing her sleep shorts. The ones with an impractical slit on either side of her hips. A T-shirt that didn’t match swam around her frame. One that she bought because it was easily three sizes too big.

“Harry,” she tried again, steadying herself with hands on his arms as he gently pushed her laptop away from her reach followed by the notebook and pen she used to jot down her notes and to-do list. “I was—”

Harry watched her eyes and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, through the leg opening, and pressed his fingers right past her underwear, between her folds, and directly onto her clit. Cutting her off with a gasp. “You were what?” He asked softly. Even if she wanted to talk she couldn’t. “M’jus’ going t’take care of you, Principessa. Y’do too much for everyone else. S’only fair.” Her heart rate was flying, and it mirrored the rapid fluttering of her eyelashes as Harry searched gently between the soft sensitive skin between her thighs. “S’that okay?” He asked.

She nodded breathlessly.

“Good,” he sighed. “Love t’take care of you,” he murmured and knelt down so his head was between her thighs. “Y’okay, kitten?”

She nodded again. “Please,” she whispered shyly.

“Aw, y’don’t have t’beg, Principessa. I’ll give y’anything y’want,” he winked, tugged the fabric that was in his way from between her thighs, and then pressed his mouth to her center. She gasped leaning forward, threading her fingers through his hair for balance. His locks were still damp from his shower, and she knew she would mess up the curls and flow from messing with it before it was dried. She hoped she could blame it on bed head.

She supposed in some ways it was bed head.

She moaned quietly as his mouth devoured her. Suckling and licking at her just the way she liked. Harry loved to be between her thighs. It was a regular part of their foreplay, and it never ceased to amaze her how deliriously good it felt. His lips and tongue were sinful. The man was so sweet looking and downright boyish with his cheeky sweet grin. For fucks sake he called her a princess in another language. “Y’can moan louder, baby. Y’know it’s soundproof,” he murmured kissing her thigh as he spoke to her before he wrapped his lips around her clit.

Just like that. Her sweet boyfriend was anything but sweet when he said stuff like that. When he swirled and lapped at her clit the way he was. It was dizzying.

She whined pulling on his hair to press him harder against her core. He moaned against her as she did. The vibration caused her body to react instinctively. Her thighs tightened around his head, and he moaned again. “That’s good, Principessa,” his voice was practically thoughtful. “So good, kitten. S’that feel good?”

She nodded. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered the repeated word as if it was all the same syllable.

“You’re so good, Principessa. Jus’ want t’make y’feel good,” he nipped at her inner thighs while he spoke his breath cooling off her wet skin. She was simply soaked between her arousal and Harry’s mouth. “All jealous ‘bout garlic bread," he teased, shaking his head. "Y’taste better than anything we make,” he mumbled and traced his tongue down her slit then back up, running a tantalizing circle around her clit again. Her eyes actually rolled back in her head. She thought that was only in books and for dramatic show in movies. She didn’t know Harry could really make her eyes look for the back of her brain. He sucked hard on her clit making an obscene slurping noise that would have embarrassed her if her place wasn’t soundproofed to near silence. Although she thought the moan she released could have broken the barrier. “Y’make such sexy noises, kitten,” he groaned and continued to torture her with pleasure.

“Harry,” she gasped.

“What Principessa? Y’close? Y’want me t’make y’come?” She nodded shamelessly; wanting it so bad she thought she would cry if he denied her (as if he could ever dream of denying her anything). “M’jus’ going t’touch—”

She cried out as he pressed his finger into her. His lips wrapped around her clit while his tongue continued circling around the sensitive nub. He rubbed his finger against her walls, once more feeling around expertly, the way she liked that made her toes curl.

The smug son of a bitch smiled against her as she clenched lightly around him. “That’s it, Principessa. Want you t’come all over me,” he moved his finger in and out at a faster pace timing it with his licks so that she was nearly worried she was going to pass out from pleasure.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she whimpered, and Harry groaned right against her.

“Keep going, baby,” he hummed fingering her and licking her like it was the only thing he planned on doing. “There it is, good kitten,” he praised which only made her melt into a puddle.

Her orgasm seemed to last way longer than she thought possible. Her thighs kept squeezing around him after it officially stopped. Like she was trying to hold onto the final waves of pleasure. “Do y’want another?” He inquired thoughtfully once more.

Another orgasm, especially of that caliber, would definitely make her pass out.

“No thank you,” she whispered.

He chuckled and kissed the inside of her thigh. He pulled her clothing back into the correct position and he sat in her office chair before he pulled her into his lap. She could feel how hard he was through the shorts he was wearing as she fell into his hold. He kissed her neck, wrapping one arm securely around her waist. The other hand found her inner thigh, slightly sticky with sweat, arousal, and Harry’s saliva. It was hot and messy, but Harry didn’t seem to care. Probably because he was responsible for the mess. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs again, against his hand. “Y’sure, Principessa? M’happy t’make y’come again,” he offered kissing her cheek. “Y’seem a little turned on still?”

“Just... it felt really good. It’s,” she blushed and smiled at him shyly. “It’s lasting a while,” she mumbled and tucked her face into his neck.

His quiet laugh shook through his chest and her in his embrace. “You’re so pretty,” he murmured. “Especially when y’come.” She shook her head against him, but her thighs betrayed her again. “Let’s go t’bed, Principessa.”

She perked up a bit. Her eyebrows knitting together to meet in the middle of her eyes. “I think it’s your turn—”

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “Some other time. That was purely for you,” he stood, holding her legs around his waist. She blushed, giggled softly.

“Harry, you had such a long day. It’s hardly fair.”

“Not 'bout being fair. Plus going down on you s’by far one of m’favorite things t’do," he shrugged one shoulder.

Her cheeks still felt warm. “You’re pretty good at it,” she nodded in agreement.

Harry chuckled. “Cute.”

He walked to her bedroom, setting her on the bed. “I really needed to finish a few things—”

“It can wait ‘till the morning.”

She sighed. He was right. Harry was good at making sure she was doing more for herself. Although that usually entailed him doing stuff for her. Which didn’t seem like a good trade. Harry opened her main door briefly. He returned to the bedroom holding out the garlic bread immediately to her lips. With his free hand he cupped it below her jaw to catch any crumbs that didn't make it into her mouth.

“I really do have the best life,” she sighed, crunching on the bread. He smirked.

“Do y'want more?”

She shook her head. “I love you,” she sighed dreamily.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

Harry put the garlic bread in her kitchen, turned off all the lights, and came back to her bedroom. “Let me brush my teeth. Garlic isn’t pretty.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” he assured her, cupped her face and kissed her as passionately as he could. Like it was their first kiss. Or the one they shared the first time they had sex. The kind of kiss she imagined would greet them on their wedding day, whenever that would be. He pulled away briefly, pecked her more softly, then kissed her forehead. “Delicious,” he promised, licking his lips cutely.

Harry went to the other side of the bed and pulled her to his body as soon as he was settled. His arms wrapped tightly around her, his lips on the back of her head, kissing her hair. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do something for you?”

“M’always turned on by you, Principessa. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Jus’ taking care of you.”

“But you had a long day.”

He shrugged. “M’feeling fine. Don’t worry ‘bout me, kitten. I promise.”

“I worry about—”

“I know,” he chuckled, squeezing her closer somehow. His body wrapped around hers like vine. “Go t’sleep, Principessa. Y’can go back t’being an angel tomorrow and taking care of everyone under the sun,” he sighed.

She shook with silent laughter. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, kitten. I get jus’ as much pleasure out of that as you.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

“If y’let me do it again, I’d definitely come,” he shrugged one shoulder and he kissed the back of her head then tucked his face into the crook of her neck. “I love you,” he reminded her.

“I love you,” she sighed.

“Sleep tight, Principessa.”

For a few moments there was no noise except their quiet breathing. “Harry?”

“Hmm?” She squirmed awkwardly. “Do you want another orgasm, now?”  She shook her head. “More garlic bread?” A swift nod. He chuckled untangling himself from her. “One minute, m’love.”

“God, I am the luckiest girl in the world.”

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you don’t even vote for the liberal party in your own country so stop judging others for not voting for Kamala

I love this ask because clearly anon has no fucking clue how politics in any country work. Lemme break it down:

In Australia, where I come from, liberal party = conservatives. They are not liberal, they’re mildly far right at best.

Also, how Aussie voting works is that you can still vote for third parties, as we don’t actually elect a prime minister. It’s a little confusing but to dumb is down (and yes I know it’s not completely acceptable just go with it)

Australia has multiple parties, notably are The Liberal party (right wing), The Labour Party (likes to be centre some what left mainly right, workers rights but voted against making price gouging illegal), the Greens (I vote for them just because we need green policy but they’re very far left wing), and like 40 other small parties plus all the independents.

How Aussie elections work is the people vote for people to get them seats in parliament, the majority wins and gets to elect a prime minister, they’re kinda like the kid who organised hide in seek and then didn’t play. Basically they have very little real power other than usual shit, they have to go through our Parliament House to get most stuff done.

And as Australia is still under British rule, we have a bunch on governors in each state and then a “head governor” in charge of says “yeah the colony is still there” back to England every now and again.

Also we can’t change our money without British permission. So every time we change something people hear make this big song and dance about it, which is hilarious considering they don’t give a single fuck.

But how does this allow for third party voting?

Let’s pretend there are three parties (only) the blue the red and the yellow parties. Blue and red want to make a ferry, yellow wants a train. People vote.

Now in America, you vote for the party and that’s your only vote. So if more people want the ferry, but because there are two options the vote is split. Boat wins majority vote, but the train would win because it has the most over all. Got it?

In Australia however, we rank our votes. My brain gone I thought it was 7 or 5 but I’m pretty sure that’s wrong, but it varies okay. So if I wanted a boat but I liked red party more than blue, I would vote 1-red 2-blue, 3-yellow.

Now red doesn’t get enough votes let’s say 20 people voted, 7 blue,8 yellow and 5 red: because I voted for 2 blue, and my first party (red) has been eliminated my vote now moves to the blue party, maybe some from the red party also did blue second and maybe some voted yellow second.

Let’s split the red party 4 for blue and 1 for yellow.

Blue has 11 and yellow has 9. Suddenly the ferry has won!

It’s a complicated system but it makes sure not a single vote is wasted, and as voting is compulsory here (thank fuck) it gives people a lot of leeway to fuck around. Hope this helped anon

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Yandere Raiden x reader x Yandere Fujin? Or feed my delusional mind with just Yandere mk men x reader- with that harem “no she’s mine! Not yours!”

“Alright, men please listen up. Y/N can only choose one of us..which means you all will have to die.”

A/N: I love a delusional queen from infinity to infinityyyyyy. MHMM OFC!!! Anything for my delusional friends…I didn’t have Raiden in this one because I’m going to give you some good stuff in a separate post. I have Raiden and Fujin fighting for you in that. Plus a bonus;) this has been my favorite request so far.

Warnings: Johnny cage💀, Yandere/Toxic Themes, mentions of stalking, harassment, violence, a bit suggestive???

Requests: open 24/7

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Let’s be real, the mk men are perpetually thirsty. Actually all the characters are to be honest. Did you hear the flirty dialogue?? Even the keeper is trying to get some of that action.

So really it’s no shocker that you, the new fighter, have all the attention from them.

Johnny is undoubtedly the first to strike. He may be an older man now but damn, you make him feel like he’s 20 again. He just cannot control making some kind of flirtatious comment when he sees you walk by.

“Woah, woah, woah, now sweetheart. I think you and I should have a nice long conversation. Get to know each other a little…or a lot…dealers choice.” ;)

Yeahh he doesn’t care that he has a kid and a mortgage. Cassie is grown now and Sonya doesn’t want him anymore…so free game, baby.

His eyes are hungry and he barely can hold himself back from pouncing on you—

Liu Kang and Kung Lao see this and apologize for his behavior towards you. They introduced themselves and of course did their absolute best to make you feel at home.

Don’t let this fool you though, those are some sinful monks. They are no better than Johnny and they want you real baaaad.

“So, Y/N. What is your skill set? Wait. Let me guess, you use beauty essence to trap your opponent in a daze before knocking them out?”

Liu Kang jabs Kung Lao in the stomach with his elbow, before speaking to you.

“I’m sorry for these two. You are very beautiful but please know we are just as excited to train with you as we would anyone else. Anytime you’d like to spar, please, don’t hesitate to find me.”

Ahh he’s so damn slick…he just wants a reason to pin you downnnn

“Hey! Liu Kang don’t you mean us? We all would like to train with you darling~. Some people like to fight over in the courtyard but if you’d like I have a very special place called, me casa.”

“I would also like to train with you…in the courtyard of course. I mean unless you prefer—“

“Thanks? Umm..I appreciate all of your….offers. I’m supposed to actually meet with Raiden, I’m just a little lost. Have you guys—-“

Before you could even finish your sentence all three of them bombarded you with offers and began fighting over each other, debating who actually knows how to find Lord Raiden the best.

“Uhh—“

That pretty much sets the tone for how everyone acts around you.

By a month or so into you being here, everyone knows about you. Especially the men. You’re all they talk about.

At first it was simply chatter about you being a new kombatant for earthrealm and of course mentions of your beauty.

But since learning more about and becoming closer with you, the little infatuations have turned into full blown obsessions.

No one can seem to get enough of you, even the grand masters have trouble focusing when you’re around. Hanzo and Kai Liang may disagree on many things but you are one of the few things they can get behind.

They are both trying to recruit you to their different clans so they can be fully entitled to you.

Scorpion wants extreme control over you, he wants to shape you into the perfect companion. He wants you to be just as poised as his wife once was. You already have her beauty so just let him perfect you.

Sub-Zero wants you to become his equal. What he failed to do with Frost, he will make up with you. How more beautiful you’d become if only your heart was frozen over.

Either one will stop at nothing to have you. A trophy they could boast over. For a second you ended a centuries-long feud, both agreeing on your excellence…only for it to start all over again for who is more worthy to own you.

This isn’t isolated to just them, all the men are fighting for your attention. Arguing about who you actually belong to, bragging about how much attention they got from you, and comparing it to each other. Don’t get me started on that. Mk men are so needy for your attention. Whenever they can’t get it, they resort to other ways.

Johnny is such a filthy pervert. You don’t wanna give him the time of day? Fine, he’ll take matters into his own hands.

He’s your very own paparazzi, you should be grateful that he’s taking this many pictures of you. You’re the first and only.

It doesn’t matter that he’s doing it without your consent or knowledge…. He’ll jump into the flesh pits if that meant getting the perfect shot of you…let him have this.

He refuses to share these with the other guys, it’s just for him. Over his dead body will Kano or someone else see you like this.

Shang Tsung has also caught wind of you and you’re a pretty sight indeed. He doesn’t want you to fight in the tournament. A gorgeous soul like you should be locked away in his throne room. He always tries to bribe you with fortune and power. He can offer you so much more than these rodents. If you need an extra push in his direction, a little trickery may help with that….he has no shame using an incantation on you.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao are no better. They manipulate that fact you see them as good friends as a way to be in the limelight.

They stalk you just as much as the rest, sometimes separately but often times together. It always ends up in a fight between the two tho because one person starts shit talking…

“Idk Kang. A woman like that would never be into you. Kitana barely even looks your way…what makes you think Y/N will? Besides, she called me cute.”

“Yeah, I think she’ll think it’s real ‘cute’ how I destroy you in the tournament..”

Perverted as Cage. Kung Lao is extremely touchy while sparring. He loves to “teach” you things. He never shines away from a moment to flex all of his years of training under the shaolin and that he’s a self proclaimed expert.

For some reason when he’s fixing your form, his hand always winds up a little too far up…hmm strange.

Liu Kang loves when you watch him workout or spar with others. When it’s finally your turn to be his opponent, he never holds back.

You cannot catch a break. Gifts and proposals are constantly sent to your door and no matter how much you try to decline, it just won’t stop coming. Sure being basically waited on, and desired by many is really nice. Every girls dream! But you have to admit just how it is scary having such dangerous men obsessed with you.

There hasn’t been a moment in the last few months where you’ve ever felt completely alone. The feeling that someone is always watching you has never left.

And, occasionally you would awkwardly overhear or walk in on a group of men fighting about you.

“With all due disrespect, I believe a babe like that would prefer a star like me. She’s all mine”

“Nonsense. Y/N belongs to the Shirai Ryu. Both her beauty and skill makes her a viable asset to the clan. You can fight me in hell over it, Cage.”

It doesn’t get any better when the tournament starts.

I think the men forgot they were fighting for their realms because it quickly turned into a fight for dominance.

A tournament that was once a noble cause, turned into a bloody showcase. Every man dedicating their wins to you, making sure to send a cheeky flex or wink your way.

Besides, what value did their realms hold if you weren’t there with them.

[janovavalen]

Hi can you write a Percy Jackson x fem reader

The reader and Percy do not get along it’s like a love hate relationship.During episode 4 Percy sacrificing himself at St Luis arch the reader breaks down the door and sees him fall.she then jumps after him.When they get out the river they both have an argument about the whole incident.which leads to the reader admitting she cares about him.Happy ending pls.

an: OMG STOP STOP BC I ACTUALLY ACTIVELY SCREAMED AT THIS REQUEST ANONNNNN STOOOOP I LOVE THIS SM IM ABOUT TO WRITE IT RNNNNNRNRNRNRN

✧RECKLESS || percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: as the group go to their next destination they arrive at the arch, annabeth and y/n’s mom’s sanctuary for some time. just when they think they’re safe, things don’t go to plan.

word count: FUCKIN 5878 NO BC IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THREE HOURSSSSS AHH

warnings: y/n and percy being in a enemies or lovers trope, annabeth and grover being third and fourth wheelers, arguing, near death experiences, slight blood warnings, poisoned percy, a bit of crying? LIKE A TINY BIT, y/n is very argumentative.

as the group made their way to the st. louis arch, they weren’t doing very good. at all.

on their way, the original plan was to get straight to las vegas, but thanks to the monsters and not wanting to take a break, their train got ruined by the mother of monsters.

as they walked into the front entrance of the arch that annabeth and y/n recommended. they had stated that monsters can’t get in and it will give them more time to find some way to get to las vegas a lot quicker than on foot.

‘six-hundred and thirty feet wide’ annabeth started—‘six-hundred and thirty feet tall, both two within an inch’

as they four of them walked fast enough to cause an old lady whiplash, percy and grover listened to the two of them explain their mothers sanctuary.

‘it’s got no internal support. each side is balanced perfectly against one another’ y/n states once more as annabeth nodded along with what she said.

‘the arch is held up by symmetry, it’s held up by math!’ annabeth expressed.

‘oh and it’s earthquake proof’ y/n added to annabeth’s comment, giving annabeth a small glance before they walked down the steps of the entrance into the small museum full of kids on a field trip.

‘it’s also high enough so poseidon can’t ruin it…but i don’t think mom would appreciate his child being in here, so.’ y/n looked over to percy who gave her a tight thin lipped smile before mumbling.

‘nice…’ annabeth and percy looked at the two before giving each other a look to soon squeeze themselves through the group kids.

‘excuse me’ annabeth mumbled to the boys and girls who turned and moved out of the way for the four.

‘this is how you show athena your love, a monument to the power of perfection’ annabeth told.

‘it’s a monument to some other stuff too’ grover added as they looked around and saw other things regarding more olden times, guns, head skeletons of buffalo and other things.

‘your talking about what some humans want this place to be about. we’re talking about what it actually is’ annabeth placed her hand over her own chest while looking at percy and grover who frowned but agreed nonetheless.

y/n rolled her eyes when she saw the amount of ‘skeletons’ and other things that litterd the walls and glass casing all around them. the people seeming to be pleased enough at what they saw to take a picture.

‘it’s sad to know they don’t know what it really means. very pathetic really.’ y/n mumbled to herself as she turned to annabeth. percy looked over at her and blinked before widening his eyes and choosing not to say anything about what she said.

‘whatever…we’re safe here, right?’ grover made sure to comprehend as they walked.

‘no monsters can enter…not even echidna’ y/n reassured grover who nodded nervously.

‘we’re safe’ annabeth added on.

‘great…well since our train exploded! i’m going to see if there’s another one we can get tickets on. we can’t stay here forever.’ grover looked over at the huge plastered picture of buffalo being attacked and hunted by hunters.

looking overly slowly at the three he said once more—‘just because we’re prey doesn’t mean we need to be helpless.’ turning around to leave, annabeth nervously cleared her throat and walked up to him.

‘wait! i’m going to go with you. you two wait here, don’t leave and don’t move’ annabeth ordered y/n and percy who frowned their eyebrows.

‘where would we go?’ y/n asked her with a raised eyebrow. annabeth rolled her eyes and caught up to grover who walked rather fast.

as the two of y/n and percy watched annabeth and grover walk away, percy decided now would probably be a good time to start a bit of conversation to stop the awkward silence.

‘he doesn't like it when people mess with animals,’ he added.

y/n didn’t both turn to his side but acknowledged his voice—‘yeah. i know.’

percy turned to y/n who kept her eyes focused on annabeth and grover even though they were long past the barrier of her eyesight.

‘…why are you so quiet?’ percy mumbled, his eyes looking over y/n’s frame that was unmoving from her standing position.

‘why does it matter?’ y/n turned to his presence now. seeing he was a bit away from here

‘it doesn't it’s just…you know…kind of awkward?’ percy nervously mumbled.

sighing percy didn’t want to really give up on the conversation knowing it would probably be best. the last thing he needed and had the time for was for y/n to snap at him, but it was worth the shot.

‘so, this is your moms place?’

y/n kept quiet and turned her eyes and head another direction from percy who kept speaking. clearing his throat he spoke—

‘be right down just going to the potty’ he said in a girly squeaky voice. this gained y/n’s attention.

as childish and stupid as it was, it was definitely an uplift from the previous mood. she lightly grinned but turned her head.

‘listen…me and you don’t get along and we both know that—‘

‘is it that obvious?’

‘shut up and listen okay?�� y/n sighed as percy nodded shamefully and let her continue .

‘i know you said it all in me and annabeth’s head…mostly mine? that i tell myself that our mother cares because it’s easier that way.’

percy let his eyebrows frown once more as he shook his head—‘i didn’t say that?’ he looked at y/n who turned her head to him and gave him a small look of which spoke—‘really?’

he shrugged it off and continued to talk—‘look ive been a demigod since…’ looking off to the side to calculate he finally came with an answer—‘last saturday. you shouldn’t listen to me.’ he told her as y/n let what he said soak in.

looking off to the side a bit she came up with some idea—plan for him to take, an offer.

‘you know, this is my mothers place. but…a temple is a temple. maybe you can say hi to your dad while your here?’ she explained.

percy seemed to almost take up her offer but quickly denied it. not wanting to really contact poseidon at the moment.

‘no thanks.’ he quickly shrugged off. this came undeniably confusing to y/n.

‘what could it hurt?’ she genuinely wanted her answer but he still shook his head.

‘your think with your mother…i get it, it’s different, it works for you. but my father…i don’t want anything from him. he had his chances—honestly you’ve done more for me in the past free days than my fathers done my entire life. if i have to stick with someone i—‘

trailing off as he caught himself y/n seemed to catch his slight slip up and tilted her head to the side a bit. her eyes looking him up and down before she smirked a bit—‘careful..i think you were about to call me a friend.’

before the beginning of the quest. before all of this. they had claimed in stone, they were and would never see themselves as friends. nothing more nothing less: the two of them simply didn’t see eye to eye. their priorities were set on two different things, and they both knew that.

but, things seemed to have change a bit on one end, and a lot on the other.

percy slightly looked down at the floor below as y/n turned her own head away from his.

‘somewhere around here the Oracle is laughing at us but you know—‘

as she said this percy seemed to feel insanely dizzy and instantly fell to the floor, y/n being there to catch him—‘whoa! percy? what’s going on?’ she asked him, being careful not to bombard him with too many questions given the fact he just fell out.

her arms being slightly wrapped around his shoulders he held onto her as he let her slowly let go of him. percy slightly sat down onto the floor as he caught his balance.

‘hey! what happened?’ grover and annabeth came running immediately when they saw him fall.

‘i think…i think those stinger things were poisonous…’ percy breathed heavily, his breath seeming to shorten on supply.

y/n looked around and it seemed to click for both the athena children—‘i have an idea’ the both of them claimed.

as the two of them grabbed up on percy they found themself in the water that sat in front of the museum. with percy sitting down into it, the other three stood as they scooped and splashed percy from the head down with water.

he sat there and took it as they kept going scoop from scoop, hoping something would happen.

passers walked by and some stood to watch what they were doing and they their were kids sitting in the fountain but none took it upon themselves to stop it.

‘the water cured him back at camp! it should work with poison too!’ y/n found herself quickening her scoops of water while annabeth looked momentarily at her sister who wore a very worried expression.

if anything, she’s never seen her this worried. not for a while. not for percy.

‘you know—i think, i think this is working’ percy grabbed onto y/n’s hand who helped him stand—‘this was a great call’ he acknowledged their idea but only to end up stumbling back down into the water with even more dizziness.

‘or not.’ he breathed out.

‘maybe it needs to be naturally running water for Poseidon to heal him?’ y/n mumbled while she placed her hand comfortingly over percy’s shoulder.

grover looked to annabeth who went to speak but just then they heard crashing and sirens going down just ahead of them. they all went to look and seen a police car being flipped into another car.

‘we need to get back inside!’ annabeth went to pick up percy along with grover but y/n was quick to deny.

‘no we need to keep trying!’

‘ this isn’t working y/n—and she’s coming!’ grover sadly looked at y/n who stressed her expression of worry towards percy who looked up at her momentarily before the two of them looked ahead along with annabeth and grover to see echidna slowly strutting her way over to them with a grin.

y/n breathed out and quickly thought—‘okay look, we’ll take percy inside and we’ll go to the temples alter’ y/n went to pick up percy who grabbed onto her arm and hand as the other two helped to pick him up as well.

‘alter? where is there an alter?’ grover asked, frowning his eyebrows at the two.

‘the highest point—the best view!’

‘okay! but what good is that even going to do us?’ grover stressed once more.

y/n sighed and looked over to annabeth who looked at her and percy.

percy had his grip held tight on her as she equally had the same amount of strength being held onto him to secure him from falling.

‘we’re going to get to the top, and we’re going to ask our mom for help’ she breathed out. grover seemed to stop for a bit along with y/n who was nervous about this plan.

‘ask mom for help? annabeth are you insane?’

‘i thought we didn’t ask for help?’ percy put his two senses in making annabeth look over to him. seeing they didn’t have much time for anymore conversations, annabeth ushered the group to begin walking.

‘come on; we need to keep moving’ annabeth spoke in a hurry.

grover placed percy’s other arm over his shoulder to help balance out their walk and annabeth stayed to y/n’s side.

just as they began to walk and y/n with annabeth failed to walk a bit and happened to stumble behind. echidna began screeching to the two girl who turned and started—couldn’t help—but listen. their expressions becoming more flat, a bit worried.

percy took a heavy notice of y/n’s absence and turned to see mainly her with a saddened expression on her face.

why did she look like that? what was she seeing? what was she hearing? his thoughts raced. seeming to focus on her rather than himself being poisoned.

she let her eyes widen and she snapped out of some trance along with her sister who gripped her arm—‘guys? did you hear that?’ y/n looked over to annabeth who nodded immediately.

grover and percy however?

‘hear what?’ percy asked her with concern. grover shook his head and y/n looked at annabeth who sadly looked down.

‘come on���let’s keep walking—go help percy’ annabeth told y/n who jogged to percy’s side and grabbed only his arm once more.

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as the group hurried their way around the people who were mindlessly talking with themselves—completely unaware of the danger that was happening for the demigod children. they kept turning around to make sure their backs were clear.

some people would momentarily look at the group who carried one boy who looked like he just seen a ghost as they had their wet clothes tracing the floor as they walked.

the four of them getting into the small sitting elevator, they sat down—‘what was that back there? what did you guys hear?’ he asked the two sisters, but his main eyes trained on y/n who didn’t say a word. annabeth doing the same , she found her pinky slowly reaching over to y/n’s.

she got the hint and fully placed her hand over annabeth’s. percy looked down at their hands and came with the conclusion.

‘she spoke to you two’ percy breathed. his body was cold, and wet. the poison doing nothing more and adding onto his weakness and cold body.

‘alecto did that with me. back in the museum back in new york’ he recalled. annabeth and y/n still not speaking a word, only looking down and blinking momentarily.

percy didn’t really want to admit but he was becoming concerned for y/n’s mind. what did she hear that was bad?

‘what did she say?’ he asked once more.

just then, annabeth looked up in a hurry and squeezed y/n’s hand who looked up as well—and there she was. echidna.

she stood over the small metal balcony with her moneyed baby right behind her.

just as the doors shut they saw the two horns. y/n let her eyes widen along with the rest of the group’s.

grover gulped but began to talk—‘was that the chimera?’ he looked over to y/n who place she head in her hands and held them their in stress—percy looking over with frowned eyebrows as his wet hair dripped into his eye.

‘i—i think that was the chimera!’ grover worryingly spoke. percy let his focus set on y/n who kept nervously looking anywhere but the group.

‘how did the chimera even get inside here? how did any monster get inside here—‘

‘y/n?’ percy breathed out, his worry building up on y/n who kept quiet. annabeth looked over at her sister who didn’t even look at her either.

‘we’re in a secretary, athena would have to let her in but why would she do that?’

‘y/n!’ percy called out to her once more. seeing her eye finally set up upon his own he hoped they could keep their eyes trained on one another.

‘what did echidna say to you?’ he asked—demanded and answer.

she worryingly looked back down before shaking her head a bit, biting on the inside of her cheek.

‘she said my impertinence ruined our mother pride. and that that, would be our doom.’ she looked angrily over at percy who shook his head.

‘impertinence? what kind of—‘ finally recalling. medusa’s head.

giving y/n the look of knowing she gave him a look as well as annabeth and grover watched them talk.

‘ medusa’s head.’ he nodded while y/n shook her head, a frown setting upon her features.

‘i embarrassed my mother…’

percy shook his head while trying to clear up his running thoughts—‘but—i’m the one who sent the head to olympus? i sighed the note—‘

‘and i went along with it! it embarrassed her…now she’s angry. because of your impertinence, and because i was dumb enough to go along with it, we won’t get any help, we won’t get an answer from her!’ y/n shouted to percy who shook his head.

‘y/n—‘

‘no! annabeth, he needs to understand this isn’t some game, this isn’t camp, we can seriously die out here, and he can’t just go around sending dead body parts to the gods just because?’ y/n stressed even more as percy nervously looked at y/n who avoided his eye contact once more.

‘guys…what are we going to do?’ grover broke the silence as they seemed to be near the top of the arch.

‘she isn't going to help us when we get to the top to have percy’ annabeth expressed to grover who cut her off—‘no i mean what are we going to do about echidna and chimera? they're going to be right being us,’ he exclaimed.

as the four of them looked at each other—percy hoping to catch y/n’s eyes but failed he looked down at the floor.

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‘we’re not going to have much time’ as the group let themselves out of the elevator, y/n getting out first to leave percy with grover and annabeth to help him out.

percy took a hard notice to this but tried to shrug us off—‘they’ll be up here any minute. and if our mother isn’t going to protect us, then we’ll just have to fight it out up here’ y/n finished as they walked up the short amount of stairs to the top.

once they did was when y/n lost her confidence for a second and saw a huge crowd talking among themselves with phones taking pictures and smiles on their faces.

and when percy, grover and annabeth were behind her, they saw the extent of trouble they were in.

‘oh no…we gotta get everybody out of here’ grover expressed with worry as he held onto percy.

percy looked to y/n who seemed to smile a bit with her idea.

running to the fire alarm she pulled it, setting off a loud beep that got everybody's attention.

as everyone slightly panicked and walked their way down the hall with the others, y/n placed her hand onto annabeth’s shoulder and ushers them along the hall.

‘you guys follow the group down the steps—‘

‘what?’ percy hurried to look at y/n who momentarily look at him then back at grover who spoke.

‘no, no—we—were not spitting up’ grover expressed.

‘grover come on!’

‘y/n i’m not leaving you here!’ annabeth spoke to her sister who gave her a sad look.

‘no… no no no no we’re all getting out of here together’ percy breathed out, hoping to get y/n’s attention. once he did he kept their eyes focused on one another.

‘we won’t make it! the chimera is a demigod killer! someone has to stay back to slow her down and buy everyone some time’ y/n walked with her hand on annabeth’s back while they walked to the steps with everyone going down in a hurry.

once they got to them, grover, annabeth and percy turned to y/n who stood at the door to make sure she shut it before they left.

‘okay—once you get downstairs you need get him to the river. and don’t stop. not till you get to hades. not till you have the bolt, do you understand?’ y/n looked at the three before looking at percy, he shook his head in denial.

‘y/n you can’t just stay here and say that and expect me to listen—‘

‘do what i say annabeth! just this once, okay?’ she pleaded. annabeth shook her head with a frown upon her lips, forever going the same.

‘okay go!’ she heard the footsteps of the two right behind and went to shut the door only for percy to speak.

not wanting to let her go he quickly came with a plan.

‘wait!—‘ taking the pen that formed into a sword out of his pocket he held it to y/n who looked at it.

flipping it around to make sure the handle would be in her touch, he held it out to her and spoke once more—‘take this’ he held out to her.

as she went to reach slowly, he waited for her grip to hold tightly onto it—only then did he switch sides, pushing her into the room and closing the door.

‘percy!’ y/n yelled out to percy who made sure the door was locked.

‘percy!?’ grover yelled. the three of them baging on the door as percy breathed heavily, his body weak and pale.

‘percy no! don’t do this! they’ll kill you!’ y/n yelled her voice becoming louder but more weak.

‘posiden never helped me before. he wasn’t gonna start now. i would’ve never made it to hades. but you can. and now you will.’ percy talked to them before he walked away from the foot. their banding never stopping.

‘percy! please?! you can’t do this!’ y/n cried out.

walking towards echidna and the chimera who walked their way to percy who’s eyesight blur more and more. causing him to stumble and his weakened grip on his sword.

‘this is the end sweetheart.’ echidna spoke softly, her motherly tone never wavered. ‘don’t fight it. you’ll only make her angry.’ she warned.

as the chimera walked over to percy he held his sword up higher with determination in his eyes. the chimera began to growl as she went to open her mouth, inside a small orange and red glow becoming prominent, percy swung his sword at the leg of the chimera, making it rawr out in anger and slight pain.

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behind the door y/n banged harder and harder, hoping somehow he would come back and change his mind.

annabeth couldn’t watch her sister be like this—hurt, confused, mainly disappointed. turning sound as she reached into her pocket to grab her own sword that extended, she let it change its form into a smaller pick pocket knife.

‘you two! go now, go to the bottom of the steps and wait outside, police are bound to show up, so stay with them and don’t move! i’ll meet you down there with percy!’ y/n demanded her sister and best friend who shook their head.

‘y/n please—‘

‘annabeth! listen to me! okay? i’ll be okay, i’ll see you guys down there, go!’ she pushed them slightly as they looked at y/n once more who nodded to the two, giving them a slight smile.

annabeth gave one back as she nodded and grabbed along of grover, the two of them making their way down the stairs.

as y/n turned around the let her knife be placed into the middle of the lock, letting it extend, it did just enough to to break the lock and break the metal of the door.

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pulling and pushing its paw up, she pushed percy far into the metal railing of the side of the wall, making him fall and yell out in pain. the chimera snarling at percy. as she walked over to percy once more he laid onto the floor with weak arms and body to see it open its mouth and their in the pit of her throat, fire. being bubbled and arousing through the back of her throat.

‘percy!’ y/n yelled. he turned around immediately to see y/n run towards him and pull him out of the way of the chimera’s fire that erupted through its throat and mouth, spreading and melting the floor below. y/n grabbed ahold of y/n as she pulled him away form the fire.

his grip holding onto her to make sure she was safe and unharmed, y/n quickly checked over percy as he nodded slightly.

in the distance, echidna raised her hand and flexed it towards the floor before them, a huge gaping hole being torn open into the carpet and metal floor. the wind from the highness of the arch blowing into the faces of y/n and percy who held each other.

the chimera roared loudly as y/n went to help percy stand up the two for them made their way over to the chimera with their swords in hand, y/n made her way in front of percy who noticed this and tired to quicken his pace so that he was in front of her.

swinging her sword the chimera dodged it and hit y/n so hard she passed out right onto the other side of the hole.

‘y/n! percy yelled—‘ soon percy tried his turn only to be hit with the chimera’s horns. throwing him back in the walk and down the gaping hole.

the chimera seeming pleased, it walked its way along with echidna to see percy still holding on.

‘y/n! wake up—‘ he grunted.

y/n paid along the side of the carpet ground with her head pounding.

‘so unfair. you never had a chance did you?’ echidna looked down at percy who was praying to whoever that y/n woke up right now.

‘if only someone cared enough about you to provide you with one’ she tilted her head as percy grunted and held onto the metal plate that was the only thing supporting him right now.

‘y/n?!’ he called out once more.

just afar, she grunted and let herself slowly wake up. just as she looked over and grabbed ahold of her sword. seeing echidna shake her head down into the hole she stumbled her way up, the blood on the head running down her eyebrow and down the side of her eye.

‘percy?’ she looked and saw he was nowhere to be found.

putting up all her strength, she stood up and hit echidna across the back of her head with her sword making echidna help out, the chimera turning around to her mother to her y/n had yelled out—

‘percy!’ she yelled seeing him reaching out to her as he fell, she took her jump and went right after him.

the two of them falling down further and further, y/n stretched her hand far enough for the two of them to be holding each other's hand.

as y/n felt herself lose consciousness once more from her injury, percy gripped her hand even tighter, and just as he turned a bit from the air around them, he saw a huge water thing, coming right towards them.

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when percy came to. he was under the green water. the small fish and thing around him, he hurried his eyes and head to turn and see y/n not too far from him. her eyes still closed and her hair clouding around her.

swimming out and going to pull her up to the surface, percy felt himself and her go back down a bit—looking to see her foot caught and stuck around something that held her in place.

swimming down a bit to held her foot get unstuck he grunted and strained as the bubbles from his mouth started to flow and go up to the surface. pulling and pulling he suddenly saw something.

something glowing in the green water—‘you are frightened.’ it claimed.

blinking his eyes to see what it was he frowned, but kept pulling at y/n’s foot, his only priority was to get her out.

‘it’s alright percy. your father sent me to tell you, it’s alright.’ he paused a bit at this and looked over at the flowing glow.

‘just breath.’ she instructed. going to do so—he abruptly stopped and went back to pull at y/n’s foot. her head still bleeding and her body still unconscious.

‘your father is here, he’s always been here’ she continued to talk as percy pulled at y/n’s foot.

‘it’s so hard for him to stand back, to see you struggle. it is so hard for us all. but he’s here, and he’s so very proud. trust him. trust yourself. stopping his movements and looking over at the flowing glow, he held onto y/n’s leg who started to shake awake.

her eyes slowly opened and focused to see her and percy and somehow ended up into the water. she looked to see percy looking over at something, following his gaze she saw what he was seeing and frowned.

‘just breath.’ she told once more and when y/n turned down to percy, he breathed in and seemed to be breathing just fine under the water.

looking up at y/n he saw her holding her breath and went right back to pulling her foot with all his might, this time she was there to help. pulling up her foot, percy came with an idea, one that she definitely wouldn’t like.

going up to her, face to face, he placed his hand on her shoulder then soon her neck—if y/n couldn’t speak with her words, she definitely would with her expressions. with one that woke—‘what are you doing?’

he looked down with his eyes at her mouth and she immediately shook her head knowing exactly what he was implying. he looked at her and grabbed ahold of her cheek while she looked down to pull at her foot, her lungs burning and screaming for air.

percy gaining her attention, she blinked the water going in and out of her eyes and she held his eyes with her own. frowning she nodded her head slightly and let percy lean in under the water—his lips setting upon hers he breathed in his air to buy her more time. once they retracted, y/n and percy held eye contact before he kept his hand held on her own.

once he was down to her foot, he tugged as she pulled and soon she was free.

grabbing only y/n, the two of them hurried and swam to the top.

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when they got to the surface, they swam to the concrete surface and pulled themselves along the metal rails. y/n got the helping hand of percy who pulled her with the two of his hands.

‘your okay, are you okay? your okay, right!?’ percy rushed to ask y/n who caught her breath and immediately reached up to touch the blood and wound that happened to close up.

looking at percy who half his hand on y/n’s arm and neck he checked her body and she took note of how he was healed as well.

‘percy! i’m okay…im okay’ she soothed him as he slowled his movements and looked into her eyes.

‘you jumped after me…you followed me down not knowing what would happen—‘

‘how could i not percy! how could i not? you are so careless, reckless and so selfish to think nobody would think of you and how you could have died! you left me— us, behind in the staircase to go off on our own and save your mom from the underworld!? how messed up is that percy! she would want to see her son! not two kids who she doesn’t know!’ y/n percy in his chest who stumbles back.

he looked nervously up at y/n trying to grab her hand only for her to slap it away—‘your selfish, greedy, reckless and so so stupid percy jackson! and i’m stupid enough…’ when he heard this he looked at her from the ground to see her slowly shaking her head at percy who looked up at her with hope.

‘i’m stupid enough to be the idiot one as well and jump after you. and i’m stupid enough to have cared so much. too much about you. percy…you can’t do things like that…not now, not even. not as long as i’m alive.’ she felt her eyes water a bit with the amount of worry he put her through when she was behind that door and out of his reach.

percy took note to this and hurried to grab her up and hug her tightly. she arms immediately finding their way around his body and his wrapped along her body as well. the two of them held each other so tightly they forgot about the world around them.

when they let go from the hug that seemed to have lasted forever, sorry nervously laughed. y/n looked confusingly at him with a small grin on her face.

‘so…what happened underwater—‘

‘don’t!’ y/n placed her hands over percy’s mouth who smiled at her as she shook her head in a hurry, her cheeks seeming to redden.

‘y/n!’

‘percy!’ two voices yelled from behind them. the two of them turned around to see grover and annabeth running to them.

‘annabeth!’ y/n happily yelled. as they embraced each other, percy hugged grover who hugged him tightly.

‘your safe’ annabeth breathed out’—but how—‘

‘doesn't matter! what matters…is that we’re together, safe.’ y/n smiled as she turned around to grover and percy. her eyes lingering on percy a bit more which seemed to not go unnoticed by grover and annabeth.

‘come on! we need to get moving’ annabeth held her hand along y/n’s back who walked with her.

as they walked, annabeth and y/n talked amongst themselves while grover and percy walked.

grover noticed how percy’s eyes never left y/n’s form and his focus never left her.

‘so..’ he started. percy let his eyes linger but his head turn to grover before his eyes focused on him.

‘what happened under water?’ grover finished making percy abruptly stopped, pulling grover with him laughed.

‘what—how do you—‘

‘my ears hear many things dude’ he smiled at percy whose face was grew redder by the second.

turning to see y/n and annabeth still walking and talking he turned to grover, turning him around so their backs were friend to the girls.

‘under the water…i found out i can breath. but y/n was stuck so…to give her more air— i had to share my air—‘

‘so you kissed?’ grover interrupted making percy grow red all over—‘don’t say it like that and don’t let her you know! she’ll kill me…she also. happened to tell me she actually cares about me, a lot’ percy smiled at the recalling of what she said.

‘so…she basically confessed she likes you?’ grover added once more. percy looked to the side as he nodded slowly.

‘dude!’

‘grover please! don’t tell her—‘

‘i won’t i won’t!’

percy nervously breathed out before letting go of grover who straightened his jacket.

as the two turned around to see the girl waiting but still taking, grover turned it percy and yelled with a smile—‘so y/n what happened!?’ he ran over to y/n making percy run after him

‘grover!’ percy yelled.

[whispersingojo]

Pool Party

Contents ✮ fluff, comfort, teen!Satoru x teen!reader, gender neutral reader

Summary ✮ Satoru asks you to coming to a pool party he’s holding at his summer house this weekend. You reluctantly say yes, as long as he helps you pick out a bathing suit…but you’re feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing.

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“But I don’t even have a bathing suit,” you replied to Satoru, waving your hands in front of you.

“Then let’s get you one! I’ll make sure it’s nice and cute too,” Satoru gave you a wink and a cheeky smile.

You rolled your eyes, giving him an annoyed look. Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked up at him. You held your nose up high, “why should I?”

Satoru sat there for a moment, thinking to himself. He put his finger to his lips, looking up with a pondering expression, “because I asked you to?”

“That’s not a good enough answer.”

“Why not!”

“Because saying ‘because I said so’ is never a good answer!”

“Ugh. Maybe I just want you to!”

You raised an eyebrow, uncrossing your arms, “I’ll go, you just have to help me pick out a bathing suit,”

“Fuck yeah! How does Saturday sound to pick out a bathing suit? Since I’ll be having the party on Sunday at my place!”

“Ok…guess I’ll see you then,” you sounded a bit nervous, but Satoru didn’t hear you. He was to busy being excited to see you in a bathing suit.

When Saturday rolled around, you couldn’t help but feel this knot in your stomach. You sat in your dorm room, on your phone scrolling through whatever trying to calm your nerves. It wasn’t that you were nervous for the pool party itself, you enjoyed the company of people on occasion. It was that you weren’t to confident in your body, regardless of how much you trained and stayed fit.

You didn’t get a lot of time in your thoughts before Satoru swung your door open, “you ready to get going?” He asked.

You nearly fell out of your bed, your heart feeling like it jumped through the window, “god knocking!? That’s a thing you know!” You yelled back at him.

Satoru looked you up and down, “I mean you’re not getting underdressed or anything so I don’t see the problem. Anyways let’s get going I have to go back to my place after to set some stuff up,” he replied, ushering you up and out the door of your dorm room.

As you two walked to the mall, Satoru took a notice to how quiet you were. You held your bag strap with both hands and were staring at the ground disassociating. Satoru had called out your name several times, but your brain didn’t register it. You didn’t break out of this dissociative state till Satoru grabbed both of your shoulders to get you to stop walking, “hey!” He yelled.

You quickly snapped out of it, looking around kind of disoriented. You two had made it to the mall already, and were standing in front of the bathing suit store. Your eyes landed on Satoru, relaxing a bit, “sorry kinda got lost in thought there,” you laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. Satoru gave you a concerned look, but shrugged it off, “ok, well we’re here. I’m thinking of getting a new bathing suit too actually, so you can help me pick one too!” He said as he walked into the store. You took a deep breath through your nose, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling out your mouth. You followed him into the store, hoping to find at least something you’d like.

Satoru immediately knew what he wanted, in Satoru fashion. You on the other hand, had no idea. It felt like you were going through the bathing suits for hours, feeling the terrible bathing suit fabric against your fingertips.

“How’s this one for me?” Satoru held up a black pair with with a grayish blue stripe one the top and on the bottom of the pants. You turned completely to him, holding your chin with your pointer finger and thumb. You even squinted a bit as you looked between Satoru and the bathing suit, trying to be dramatic.

“Well?” He asked, trying to get you to answer.

“I think it’s good!” You finally responded.

Satoru dropped his arms dramatically, “all that thinking just to say that?” He asked, messing with you.

“Well I had to think if you were capable of tying that string to make sure your pants don’t fall down,” you replied with a playful smile, “I mean- I’ve never soon you tie anything before so I don’t know,”

Satoru gave a gasp, acting offended, “I actually learned how to tie last year little did you know,” he crossed his arms, still holding the swim trunks. You couldn’t help but laugh, the banter helping your nerves. He smiled at you as you laughed. Satoru didn’t mention it, but he knew you were having a hard time with finding s bathing suit, and figured you were probably also nervous about wearing the bathing suit. He hoped the banter would help loosen you up.

“Oh we should get matching!” He perked up, beginning to rummage through the bathing suits again. He was trying to find one that matched your style of clothing.

You watched as he went through the all the bathing suits, enjoying the fact you didn’t have to touch the fabric anymore. You were also somewhat relieved you didn’t have to choose.

“Found it!” He yelled, making everyone in the store look at him for a moment before going back to what they were doing. Your cheeks grew a shade of pink in embarrassment, unlike Satoru who pulled out the bathing suit to show you.

You gave a somewhat surprised reaction, it really was his bathing suit but in your style, “wow I didn’t think you’d actually find one,” you said expressing your surprise.

“It’s in your size too- let’s go pay, I don’t want you to get any second thoughts,” he scampered off to the register to pay.

You blinked a few times before moving to catch up with him, “I thought I was gonna get it?” You questioned.

“Nah I’ll get it no biggy,” he said swiping the card already, “my treat,” Satoru gave you a warm smile before the cashier handed him his bag.

As you two walked out the store, the nerves began to creep back in. You took a deep breath again, pondering on whether or not to express how you felt.

Satoru looked at you out of the corner of his eye, realizing what you were feeling with ease, “you’ll look great. You always look amazing in anything you wear. Trust me,” he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as you walked.

You sighed, “you’re just saying that.”

“What? Why would I just say that? What purpose is there?”

“I don’t know make me feel better?”

“Now why would I want to do that?”

“Satoru!”

You both laughed, walking out of the mall and back into the busy city. Satoru always knew what was going on in your head, even when you weren’t expressing it.

“Really though, I mean it. You look good in everything…I’ll make sure to give you all the praise you need when I see you in it, Kay?” Satoru reassured you in a soft tone, rubbing your shoulder while his arm was around you.

You smiled, appreciating his attempts to help you feel better, “okay…” you replied softly.

The dreaded day approached, the knot in your stomach reappearing. Before you and Satoru parted ways yesterday, he said he would come and get you to bring you to his parents mansion, who were currently away on business. You sat at the entrance of jujutsu high, your leg bouncing up and down quickly. Soon enough you saw a car pull up, and Satoru getting out of the back seat, “oh you’re already out here! That makes my job a lot easier,” he laughed to himself, “hop on in, then.” Satoru got back into the car as you stood to do the same.

Once you were in the car, you buckled yourself in and the driver started the car back up.

“Excited to try on the bathing suit?” Satoru asked, trying to start conversation.

“I don’t think excited is the word I would choose, but sure,” you laughed softly. You tried your best to relax in your seat, “I still can’t believe you wanted to match-“ you teased.

Saturo chuckled, “I thought it’d be nice!” He admitted, “can’t blame a man wanting to match with one of his closest friends.”

“Then why aren’t you matching with Suguru?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Because he refused!” Satoru pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

You laughed softly to yourself at his reaction, “i should’ve known that would be the answer.”

The two of you talked about nonsense the rest of the car ride. Once you two got to Satoru’s place, you both hopped out the car. The driver drove off to park the car, leaving you to in front of Satoru’s mansion.

“Ah home sweet home…mi casa su casa,” he said In terrible Spanish, which made you laugh. Satoru led you up to the entrance of his home, opening the door and walking in. You followed him in, allowing the door to close behind you. You looked around, amazed at how clean and kept everything was. You saw a hand full of maids walking around cleaning things or chatting. You waved to some and they would wave back and smile.

“Everyone seems really nice,” you stated as you two made it to the outdoor pool.

“Yeah my parents made sure to hire good people, especially people who enjoy what they do,” he hummed, propping open the door to the pool.

You looked around at all the decorations, approaching the snack table, looking at all the different snacks Satoru prepared.

“Bathing suit time!” He cheered, putting his hand on your lower back and ushering you towards the poolroom changing area, “It should be on the door, I’ll go get changed in the stall next to ya.”

You nodded at him, going into the stall in front of you. The shall was similar to a changing room at an expensive store. You started getting undressed, pulling off your shirt and pants. You didn’t want to look at yourself, worried at how you might feel when making eye contact with the you in the mirror.

As you pulled on the bathing suit, you took a deep breath, trying to comfort yourself. “You’ll look great” you thought to yourself. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t necessarily dislike what you saw, just something about it made you uncomfortable. You stared at yourself, trying to figure out what was wrong with how you looked but you just couldn’t find the words to describe what was wrong.

“Hey you good in there?” Satoru asked in a somewhat worried tone.

You snapped out of your thoughts, clearing your throat, “yeah I’m coming out now.” You pulled your clothes together and held them close to your chest, before opening the to see Satoru standing there waiting for you.

He looked you up and down, giving a smirk, “damn you look good!” He said, already feeling your unease.

You looked down at the ground, giving a shrug, “I guess,”

“You guess? Come on you look amazing- don’t let those stupid voices in your head get to you and ruin a good time,” he began, “not to be rude, but believe me when I tell you, no one’s gonna be looking at you.”

He had a point. As much as you felt like everyone was looking at you, when Satoru would ask you to point out one person who was, you could never find anyone. But the unease didn’t settle.

“I don’t know I just feel uncomfortable in my own skin recently…like there’s something wrong,” you expressed.

“How about this- we get you one of my shirts to wear over the bathing suit, so that if you ever ease up you can take it off, and if you don’t then you can just keep it on!” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. Satoru brought his voice down to almost a sweet whisper, “you look amazing. There’s nothing you could say or do that could change my mind. I’ve always been honest with you about how you look, why would that change now?”

You sighed, somewhat defeated. You knew you couldn’t argue his logic, because it was all true, “let’s go get the shirt.”

He smiled like a kid, pulling you out the changing room and up to his bedroom. Once he found you a shirt, he repeated everything he told you the moment before. You nodded in agreement, feeling a bit better about yourself with the shirt on. Satoru gave you a kiss on the forehead, before leading you back downstairs to start greeting everyone. He looked at you, his eyes smiling behind his sunglasses.

“You’re perfect,”

[sterredem]

Appearances

Jenson Button x singer!reader

Face claim Taylor Swift

Warning fluff, not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary a few of the times where world star Y/n, and Jenson make appearances at each other jobs

A/N I love this. A bit short (for my doing) but still.

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F1wags.updates Y/n Y/l/n spotted entering the paddock! Who is she here to support? Where is Jenson? A lot of questions, but one things we do know is that she is here and she is here in style!

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User1 She looks so good!

User2 Je Son is prolly working cause he works for sky

User3 wait I’m slow, why is she here on this account?

User4 Y/n and Jenson are dating so she is a wag and f2 related

User5 how does she have the time to do all this during her tour? She does so many stuff

User6 like what? (Not being rude or anything I’m new to Y/n’ fandom cause I got into it though f1 so I’m genuinely asking what she does besides her tour)

User5 she has said that she writes (books and music), she goes to events, and now she also rehearses her new part of the show (she confirmed that via insta and TikTok)

User6 wait what new part?

User5 she recently released an album about past relationships and now people suspect that she will add this to her tour

User6 Oh thanks!

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Y/nNation Jenson button spotted!! y/n’ husband was seen on the TV presenting Sky Sports, Y/n was also seen in the paddock today! Now it is confirmed that she is there to be a supportive wife to insupportable her husband in his job, car. (Y’all get the reference?)

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User7 We love supportive couple!

User8 Wait who is that?? I thought this was an Y/n account??

User9 it is! Jenson is Y/n’ Husband! They got married in 2022 and now they go to each other things (he to her shows and events and she at his events and races and now also when she is free and he is working for sky)

User8 Thank you!!

User10 he looks so good… liked by Y/nNation

User11 I think one of the greatest thing that Y/n has done (besides her charity worth and music) is introducing us to Jenson

User12 Not half of the comment section sumping over Jenson

User13 they really are Brabie and Ken liked by Y/nNation

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Jenson button My love, I am so incredibly proud of you and all you have achieved. It has been an honour getting to watch you train and perform for one of the most memorable things in music history. I am honoured that you chose me as your husband and that you have accepted me into your life. And with that life comes the public bit, and there is this post for. While I have said on many occasions how mutch I love you (both privately and publicly) I feel like your fans have been a big part of our love, with their support and even them introducing us (kind of). And I know I can never give you nor your fans anything close to what they have given me, but to come closer with one of them; here are some behind the scenes of The Eras Tour. Thank you all for supporting my wife in her dream, and thank you for telling her that I exist. To many more good years and your to come. (I got permission from tree and Y/n to post this)

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Y/nY/l/n I’m crying😭😭

Y/nY/l/n This is so sweet😢

Y/nY/l/n I love you🫶

JensonButton I love you more❤️

OliviaRodrigo Mother and Father

SabrinaCarpenter I’m crying and this isn’t even about me… this is what I want @Keaghan92

Keaghan92 Yes ma’am

Conangray if my future partner isn’t like this I don’t want them

Laufey this is so sweet… but can we talk about how good she looks??

GracieAbrams And it’s an honour to have seen this (the training, the shows and this amazing couple)

User1 I’m crying actually

User2 wow… just… wow

User3 I’m speechless… this is so sweet

User4 all Y/n’ and Jenson’s children in the comments😭😂

User5 guys… this is for us… just let that sinc in…

User6 This is all I have ever wanted to see…

User7 ‘To come closer to one of them’ This is so sweet😭

User8 the dream couple

User9 THE CLEENINH CARD!!

User10 Could this be an Easter egg to a documentary???

User11 I HOPE SOO!!

User12 so what I’m heating is; he’s a simp for his wife, AND WE INTRODUCED THEM?!?!

User13 I love this allllll

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semi-live blog

They are immediately the cutest fucking people when together. So soft, so giggly.

I know it’s part of their social culture, but they drink a lot. Maybe it’s because I don’t drink, but dang.

“Jungkook is currently doing his skincare.” They add to the screen after panning away for scenery, yet leaving the sounds of *slap slap slap*😭

Jungkook cycling through multiple pairs of sunglasses, and Jimin swanning in and picking the first pair is peak! They’re so similar I yet so different, lol.

Another thing I’m sure is part of their culture, is the way they pay for stuff, but I find it interesting still that we’ve seen Jimin buy almost everything during their trips, since as far as we know they have pretty lax hierarchy rules between the two of them normally.

Jungkook is in the most romantic moment of his life, lmao! “I love it here!!!” said a million times. That man was experiencing a real life Hallmark movie in his head.

I also thought they spoke/understood way more Japanese than they apparently do.

“Come on everybody!” I understood that reference.

The way they chose to animate over everything to avoid having to blur a billion people in the station is HILARIOUS!

Jimin is too funny bro.

This train ride is so peaceful, it’s selling me on visiting Sapporo despite being broke and not speaking a lick of Japanese.

Can we also discuss how “My man, my man, my man.” Jungkook is? Yet Jimin is too, and somehow both is more than the other, lol. They are perpetually on some, “Jimin will like this.” “Where’s Jungkook?” *films food, pans to Jimin* *films the outside world, pans to Jungkook* *cuddle even while walking* type stuff. Just lovesick.

Girl!dad Jimin confirmed🥰 He’ll be such a sweet dad too, I think. He’s so patient and kind, which is heavily required to raise another human.

I loooooooooe Jimin’s jacket dude.

The way Jimin immediately pivoted to making JK laugh when he tried to downplay himself. Like I said, “My man, my man, my man.” Don’t talk bad about his man, even if you are his man.

My most delusional Jikook theory you’ll ever hear from me: “Are You Sure?” actually became the title because they were asking it if each other, because they in looooooooooove.

Also, to answer my own question from my previous list… yes, the bubble is back.

Role play Jikook strikes again!

Jungkook is it slick! He played with that sip of whiskey the entire time, but the minute Jimin left he downed it.

Them forgetting to pay would’ve been me. And JK initially sending Jimin back to do it would have also been me. You got it, extrovert! Take the embarrassment for the both of us!

They’re so cute! This snow fight makes me want to be somewhere cold for the holiday☹️

The food always looks so damn good! Lord I’m jealous.

I need someone to compile all the times JM and JK go out to eat together, and let me know if Jimin is the one with his back always to the door? It’s a thing in America at least, that the “protector” tends to sit where they can see the door, and I don’t know if that’s a thing in SK as well, but it’s cute, because it matches their dynamic either way.

“Your fingers were all over it.” SIR!? You’ve had his sweaty ear in your mouth… he’s had his mouth on your neck… you’ve also had his fingers in your mouth before and vice verse… AND y’all constantly eat and drink off each other… in fact… yesterday he bit the very sausage you were in the middle of eating and then you continued eating it… before that you gladly allowed him to put his TOES next to your face while you were BRUSHING YOUR TEETH. Stop playing with me, Jeon Jungkook!

Jimin legit being ready to beat Tae’s ass over a dumpling is too crazy, lol. And folks be acting like he some docile helpless baby. Meanwhile, JK is a mediator. They definitely made for each other.

End of the episode. It was fun. Felt like the start of a holiday special. And I didn’t mention it up top, because I decided to “live blog” thoughts like ten minutes in or whatever, but Jungkook softly and sweetly saying he wanted to come back to Japan because it reminded him of their first trip together… SOBBING! He’s such a sentimental guy, with an equally as sentimental guy on his arm.

They truly do vibe so well, and I understand with each passing episode why them enlisting together was a non-choice choice. They click. Like they said themselves, they’re one person split into two bodies, and it’s clear as day they thrive off of being around one another.

Not to get too sappy either, but it’s insane they feel that way about their bond and dynamic, on top of all the things that already just so happened to bring them together. Not just born in the same country, but same city. Auditioned for the same music group. Actually made it into the same group… they were destined to meet, and even they feel that way. All that’s missing is them being the same age, and they’d be the same person. That’s an insane thing to say, but really tells you how deeply they value their connection.

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Her Guardian: Demon!Mingi x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Demon!Mingi x Fem!Reader | side pairing(s): mingi x yunho, mingi x OFC, fem!reader x demonline.

Genre: Smut, angst

Word count: 9k

Summary: Mingi accompanies you to visit Eden, a place that's far too bright and where people are more likely to arrest him than smile at him. Well, except for one, maybe.

Tags: poly relationship, demons, threesome (m/f/f), vaginal fingering, oral sex, thigh fucking, food sex (mostly licking stuff off each other), angels and demons, incest, bisexual!reader, outdoor sex, public sex, chasing through garden, facials, multiple rounds, multiple positions,

Previously on Pretty Lady

Pretty Lady Masterlist

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He didn't particularly like Eden. It was too bright, too much pollen clung to the air, and he hated the stares the guards gave him. Mingi did nothing to garner such distrust, except be a man in a women's sanctuary. The ones he knew from the inner city treated him well enough, but those born and raised in Eden scowled at the sight of him. He almost found it comical how their pleasant smiles towards you instantly dropped into dislike at him. Yet, Mingi went wherever you went, so when you said you’d be visiting Eden again, he followed.

Walking through the main hall of Lilith’s floral castle, he saw guards and ladies eyeing him once again. He hated all the attention. As someone who preferred sticking to the shadows, it wasn’t easy having people be aware of him. Eden’s sunlit corridors, open-air courtyards and gardens made disappearing from view difficult. The hedges and bushes might be good hiding spots if the people around him couldn’t talk to plants. Still, Mingi kept his position behind you at all times. He didn’t care if your safety is assured with the palace guards and your own abilities. The masters made him your bodyguard, and he’d carry out his duty.

Mingi followed you out into the citrus groves, where fruits of all kinds grew ripe and fresh from the trees above. He watched you reach up for a peach, and turn to him.

“Hungry?” you asked.

“Always.”

You tossed it to him, then picked one for yourself. “You know you didn’t have to come along,” you told him for the millionth time since you began visiting. “I’m totally fine here.” 

“Eden isn’t completely impenetrable, Mistress,” he said, his teeth breaking the peach’s fuzzy skin. The sweet fruit burst in his mouth, and nearly dropped from the sides of his mouth. Eden’s resources tasted far better than anything Prince Beezlebub could grow. He took another bite before saying, “My job is to watch over you and keep you safe. That’s what I intend to do.”

“I can take care of myself, Mingi.”

“You see, it’s funny when people say that,” Mingi said, amused by your confidence. “Everybody thinks they can fight until they actually are forced into a fight. It’s not as easy as it seems.”

“I’ve been training.”

“So have I, and when I got into my first real fight, I hesitated and nearly lost my eye.”

You turned around to him again, mouth full of peach as you said, “What?!”

“Yeah,” he nodded, laughing at your reaction. He came up closer, biting into his peach, as he said, “I was in the middle of my first assignment for my order. The assignment was a typical reconnaissance and report back type of mission. Not that they doubted my skills; I’d passed my trials with perfect marks, but everyone starts off like that. Anyway, I was standing in the office of some high level crime lord with political connections when one of his men walked in by chance. In all my daydreams, I always sprung into action. You know, throwing a knife or withdrawing my blade or just throwing a punch. But, when I saw this guy-almost seven feet tall and built like a vending machine-standing in the doorway with the meanest look in his eyes, I panicked. In a fight like that, every second counts. The few seconds I hesitated cost me a good amount of time. The guy and I eventually got into it, and it’s like my mind blanked. All of a sudden, I’m fighting for my life.”

“When did the eye thing happen?”

“The guy had a knife and sliced upwards to my eye. I got my blade in his throat, and managed to escape, but I was half blind for months,” he said. He looked over at you, both of you eating your peaches, “It’s why I stick so close, Mistress, even when you think I’m not. Sure, your powers have grown and you are mastering them well, but what if someone breaks into your bedroom late at night? What if you’re in the street and someone tries attacking you? It’s easy to prepare for a fight that you know is coming; it’s not like that when it’s sprung on you.”

“Is that why you’re so tense all the time?”

“Huh? I’m not tense.”

“You so are,” you giggled. “Even right now. You’re in the most beautiful place in Hell, and you’re constantly swiveling your head around like something will pop out at you.” You touched his hand, and his heart fluttered. “Relax. Nobody is going to hurt me here.”

“You don’t know that.”

Laughter came down to you from up ahead. As always, Princess Lilith entertained her daughters and friends in the sweet-smelling citrus grove. Ladies of Eden resembled women from the paintings in the Black Keep, elegant in the gossamer gowns with flowers in their hair. You fit in with them with your own thin, long dress patterned with small hydrangeas. The same flower grew directly from your head and weaved around your head like a circlet. The Princess grinned brightly when she spotted you coming through the archway. Mingi stayed in the faint shadows, not wanting to be seen by Lilith or any of her daughters.

“YN,” she beamed, standing and walking around to embrace you, “My sweet freesia. How are you?”

“I’m better now that I’m here,” you replied with a grin, hugging her tightly. “Where’s Mama?”

“In her garden,” she said, pulling away and fixing one of the hydrangeas. “Your flower growth is really coming along well. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, Grandma,” you smiled.

Lilith insisted you eat with her and the family. Mingi saw you glowing with happiness. It was the same back in the Black Keep, when you’re surrounded by your household or your plants. He sensed that-like him-happiness did not come easily to you. Your first days in the keep showed him that much. Even if you claimed to like your new life and the fine luxuries that came with it, he saw the sadness in your eyes. He’d watch you contemplate from the shadows, your loneliness and solitude became more obvious once he saw you by yourself. You might have had Jongho and Yeosang at the time, but they’d been handlers, not companions. The Masters in those days only acknowledged you for sex or a bit of conversation. You rarely left the keep, and stayed in the rooms designed for your use. There’d been so many places in the keep you never knew about because you’d been kept on a strict schedule.

Being amongst people who smiled at you, who welcomed and hugged you, lifted you from that sadness. 

“What are you doing here?”

He’d recognize the contemptuous tone of Artemis anywhere. Mingi turned his head around to see her standing nearby. Her dress hung around her knees, and she wore the arm guard and bow and arrow of an archer. The cascades of dark curls she typically decorated with daisies were tied back in a long plait, and her face was clean of the flowers she painted on. Even if she stared at him with distaste, Mingi knew about her curiosity of men like her cousins. While she held firmly to her family’s beliefs about them, he remembered their meeting during your first trip. It started with innocent talk over bows and arrows, but soon her lips were pressed to his own. 

He shuddered thinking of her cumming on his hand and mouth. 

“My Mistress wanted to see her family,” he said. “As her bodyguard, I go wherever she goes.”

“YN doesn’t need you here. She has the guards. She has me,” Artemis said firmly. “She doesn’t need a silly man-thing taking care of her.”

“It is my job,” he replied, preferring not to explain how sex and gender mean nothing in a fight. “If I stayed hanging around the keep and something happened to her, I’d be in for a whipping. I don’t know about you, but I personally prefer my whippings to be recreational rather than a punishment.”

“Ugh, so obscene,” she sucked her teeth. “You know the rules. Men go to the Men’s Quarters and wait there.”

“I’m not sitting in an empty room while my Mistress is walking about unprotected.”

“It is the law.”

“And since when do I care about the law?”

“I will have you arrested.”

“Go ahead.”

Yet, she stayed silent. Her eyes, round and hazel green, glanced at the group of women and then back at him. Whether she admitted it or not, Artemis knew break-ins are possible if the villain is determined enough. “Keep your distance,” she warned.

“Trust me, I plan to.”

She walked by him into the garden. Mingi watched her beam brightly at you, hugging and kissing your cheeks before sitting down. Seeing the quaint family having afternoon tea, he thought about his own. Children of Satan aren’t known for having soft hearts or showing tenderness to anyone. They are born from fire and brimstone. They are the embodiment of strength and might. Mingi’s mother might have shown bits of sympathy and affection for her sons, but she was by no means maternal. Jiyoo expected her two sons to be fierce shadow warriors; she trained them to be excellent assassins for The Crown and The Shadow Order. A formidable soldier in her own right, she claimed she’d purposefully spent both pregnancies in the dark, performing fertility rituals every night, to ensure her sons came out as shadows. Mingi became the assassin that she’d hoped for. Minjun, however, became something else.

An angel.

While his mother had no idea what happened to make Minjun, her youngest, turn from his people, Mingi knew. Leaning against the arch, he thought about that night. The two of them were given an assassination assignment: a Son of God. Neither of them knew much about the Son beforehand. They only knew where he lived, and that his existence was a threat to their people. Mingi gulped recalling their trip through the bayous of Louisiana, where they’d been told the Son’s family lived. Underneath the cover of darkness, wearing their black hoods and bandanas, they came upon the small shack by the river. Through a window, they saw a man with curly black hair and beard sitting beside a woman on a bed. Mingi thought he must be The Son, surely. But, sons didn’t kiss their mothers on the lips. They did not look down on her as if she were his entire world.

They also did not coddle the child in her arms. 

‘He’s only a baby. What kind of threat could he be to Lucifer?’ Minjun had asked under a whisper.

Despite being a demon, the slaughter of innocent children is indefensible.

‘Brother, we cannot…Surely, we must be in the wrong place. That is a baby.’

‘A baby who could ruin us all.’

‘He is a child, Mingi. Perhaps if he were a grown man who could defend himself, but not this. This is wrong.’

‘We have to do this, Minjun. Muster up your courage and put your feelings aside-’

‘-Put my feelings aside? Do you not hear yourself? That is an infant, a newborn.’

‘Yes, an infant that will grow to one day destroy everything our King has worked for. If he dies for their sins, Minjun…If he follows his predecessor’s purpose, we might not-’

‘-He is only one man. He is only one baby. Mingi-’

‘-They will kill us both if we do not do this. They will kill Mother if we do not do this-’

‘-That is a child, Brother. A child. An innocent babe who just came from his mother’s womb. You cannot honestly be at peace with this.’

‘I am not, but we have a mission to complete.’

Mingi gulped recalling his vile words. Thinking back to that moment, hidden in the sand dunes with his brother, he could not stand himself. He liked assuring himself he wouldn’t have taken pleasure in the new Christ’s death, but that he did it for his mother. Lucifer often punished the families of those who displeased or disobeyed him. Mingi did not want to see his mother frozen in a block of ice for eternity. Minjun, on the other hand, always saw reason and sense. He refused to carry out his duty. Mingi only did not because three magi appeared and ruined their chance. He still saw Lucifer’s rageful eyes when Mingi quietly recounted his story. He told it all truthfully, except for one particular part.

Minjun, out of remorse and pity, stepped out from the bushes and approached the young family. The magi, who’d come bearing gifts for the new Messiah, moved to shield the mother and child. Mingi heard their warnings, and that an angel would appear to kill him if he made another step closer. Minjun, rather than withdraw his blades, knelt down in front of Mary Anne and her son, Jessup. He explained who and what he was. He told her that the murder of a child is a vile request, and that he could no longer abide by his masters’ beliefs and orders. Mingi recalled the hot tears that blurred his vision. He’d covered his mouth to suppress his sobs as he watched his brother swear his service to the Son of God and his mother. In a flash, Mingi lost his best friend and brother. An angel did appear, St. Michael, who no doubt heard about the demon’s presence, came to Jessup’s rescue.

It had been Mary Anne’s soft-spoken voice, begging Michael to sheath his steel, that kept Minjun’s head on his shoulders. With a bit of convincing, Michael placed his hand on Minjun’s head and bathed him in the bright holy light of God. From what he heard, Minjun no longer went by his demon name. He’d adopted the name Samuel, and served in Paradise. Jiyoo never spoke his name again, too hurt by his betrayal. Lucifer had Mingi whipped and imprisoned for his failure.

‘I never knew the Sons of Satan to be so weak.’

For years, Mingi wasted away in a frozen dungeon cell. He spent most days wishing he could see Minjun again; maybe if he’d talked to him, he could’ve convinced him to stay. He knew that would never be possible. If the two ever met, it’d likely be in a fight or on a battlefield. By the time they released him, Mingi saw Minjun’s departure akin to his death. Minjun died in the swamps of Louisiana. He’d never see or touch him ever again.

Mingi pondered more on it until he noticed someone watching him. Artemis. Clearly unexpected to be caught, the young sorceress jolted slightly and then whipped her head back to the table. How could she still be suspicious of him? He isn’t anywhere near the women. He had no intention of being near any of them today except you. Her distrust of him began irritating him before he noticed her shy glances back over at him. He saw a pink tinge cover the tops of her cheeks, and the tips of her ears.

‘Mingi, don’t stop. Don’t stop doing that with your tongue.’

The image of Artemis in his arms, the top of her dress untied to reveal her soft breasts and her legs parts on his lap, came back to him. She’d looked beautiful in the dim corner of the archery range that night. He’d held her against him, teasing her breasts while fingering her steadily, as she came over and over. Her fresh juices had leaked from her entrance to her ass by the time he put his tongue on her. He’d overstimulated her until she cried. She’d been teary eyed and pleading for more when he finally shoved his cock inside her. Was she thinking of that now? He certainly was. Mingi kept his eyes on her, undressing every layer with his eyes and seeing her nude in his mind’s eye. He kept picturing her sex inches from his face, turning slightly red the longer he kept her waiting, and he gulped back saliva in his mouth. When he added you, aroused and naked, into the mix, Mingi thought he might combust right there.

Tea finally ended with you and your cousins scampering off from the table. When you met up with him again, you started for your own garden patch. 

“I want to see how the lime tree is doing,” you told him on the dirt garden path. “I promised Cook fresh limes for dinner. They should be good by now; they’ve had time to grow.”

“He’ll be pleased for sure,” Mingi said. “He likes working with fresh ingredients. He’s lucky to have a mistress that can grow stuff for him.”

“He really is.” 

Walking through the garden, you both ended up in a square space cut off by tall hedges. Mingi took in the scale of your work as you started examining a tree in the corner. You’d started growing berries after you tasted Cook’s supreme mixed-berry pie and tarts. He saw the various berry bushes you had along the walls, right next to a patch of tomatoes and carrots and peppers beside lettuce. You told him that certain fruits and vegetables can be planted and benefit from one another. Mingi knew absolutely nothing about gardening, so he took your word for it. As he sneaked a strawberry, he thought of Minjun again. He heard rumors about the abundance of food that spanned across the edges of Paradise. Minjun-or “Samuel”-likely ate from them regularly. He pictured his brother biting into a fresh strawberry, a close-mouthed laugh coming through at a joke he’d told. You’d never find anything beautiful on the banks of the River of Wrath. He and his brother ventured into the city or snuck onto Beezelbub’s territory to have them. 

Mingi ate the strawberry with a dry mouth. Minjun died years ago. He’d come to terms with that in his prison cell underneath the ninth circle. The quick-witted, clever, mischievous boy he’d known went where Mingi could not go. 

“Gosh, these are gorgeous,” you smiled, placing limes in a basket. “They’re going to be great on the tacos.” You looked over to notice him brooding by the strawberries. “Hey…” 

He jerked when your arms slid around him from the side. Mingi put his arm over your shoulders, embracing the sweet scent reaching his nose. Minjun would’ve fallen in love with you, for sure. You plucked a strawberry of your own, biting into the tip softly. 

“What’s up?” you asked, “You’re quieter than usual.”

“Nothing. I’m fine, Mistress.”

“Is it about Artemis?”

“Huh?”

“Artemis,” you said. “Is there something going between you guys?”

“In a way.”

“In what way?”

“In a ‘she-hates-men-but-lets-me-fuck-her-like-crazy’ kind of way.”

“Ah, so enemies with benefits, huh?” you guessed with a soft laugh. “I knew something was up there. You stared way too closely at her tits for there not to be.” 

His cheeks tinged pink and he finished his strawberry. “It kind of happened out of nowhere. We’d been talking about her new bow when she kissed me.”

“Hold on, she kissed you? Artemis kissed you first?”

“She said she’d kissed guys before, and she didn’t see what was so great about it,” he began. “I told her she must’ve not had a good partner if she didn’t like it. She thought perhaps she hadn’t done it right if it sucked so bad. Then, well, I said if she didn’t mind, she could practice with me.”

“How did she take that?”

“Not well at first. She told me sex didn’t mean much to her, and that she didn’t want to throw herself at someone. I said it didn’t have to mean anything. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, and she’s strong and smart. If she’d been a demon instead of an Eden Lady, I would’ve mated with her at first sight.”

“Did she believe you?”

“Maybe? She didn’t say anything. She leaned in and kissed me instead.”

“How cute,” you grinned. “You must’ve shown her a good time if she kept looking back at you during tea time.”

“I guess.” 

You stood between him and the bushes, hands on his shoulders. “Did you like it?”

“Of course I did,” he said. “I had sex with a Lady of Eden. Do you know how rare that is? I never expected her to really believe me, or kiss me first. Artemis has always said she dislikes men; she likely still does even if she had sex with me. I didn’t know she liked men that way, either. I’ve only ever seen her with women.”

“When did you see her with a woman?”

“A long time ago. My brother and I went to this brothel on the edge of town, and she happened to be there with some of the Princess’s guards. They all had women in their laps, and I saw her kissing and fondling one of them,” he shrugged. 

“Wait, ‘brother’? You have a brother?”

“He died,” Mingi said, “During an assignment a long, long time ago.”

“How’d he die?”

Mingi realized he had no answer. Nobody asked how Minjun died because they all knew he’d gone over. It was a secret he couldn’t keep. For a moment, he considered lying to you. He thought of saying his brother died heroically fighting for his people or during an assignment for his superiors. Mingi brushed a strand of hair from your face, seeing the sincerity there. Not many people showed him care the way you did. While he enjoyed having sex with you, something else blossomed between the both of you. He kept his distance because you truly love his masters, as they did truly love you. Yet, holding you here in his arms in this gorgeous place, he could not see himself lying to you. Your understanding nature stood out in the hellish society. He knew if he told you the truth, you wouldn’t hate him. 

“He didn’t really die in the usual sense,” he said. “My brother and I were sent on a special assignment by The King, and when it was time to carry it out, we hesitated.”

“Why?”

“Because we found out our target wasn’t a full grown man or woman. It was…” his throat dried up, and shame came over him again. “It was a baby.” 

“A baby?” you gasped. “Why would Lucifer want to kill a baby? I thought he didn’t do things like that.”

“He normally doesn’t,” he said, “But this baby was special. He told us if it lived past infancy, it’d go on to destroy everything he’d been working hard to build. The sinful empire he planned on creating using the corrupted souls on Earth would be gone; he’d have to start all over.”

“Who, um, was this baby? Just curious.”

“It’s not who you think it is.”

“So, no Jesus Christ?”

“No. God’s second son, Jessup, who was supposed to be Heaven’s second coming,” he explained. “He was meant to muster up God’s Army to fight Lucifer when he came to Earth. We were supposed to kill him to stop that from happening before it even began. When that didn’t happen, Lucifer corrupted and possessed people to bring Jessup down.” Mingi couldn’t help pitying the young man, “History remembers Jessup as a runaway slave, not as their savior.” 

“He was a savior to some of those people, I’m sure.”

“But not the kind he was meant to be.”

“Wow…That’s insane…Lucifer wanted you to kill him, and you didn’t do it.”

“No. My brother saw that it was a baby, and said Lucifer was wrong for asking this of us. Instead of coming home with me, my brother went out to meet the infant. He told the mother everything, and said that he wanted to serve her son. When an angel came out, he purified my brother’s demon blood and made him an angel. I haven’t seen him since then.”

“So, in your mind, he might as well be dead.” 

“Yeah,” he moved away from you to the blueberries. He touched one in between his fingers, deciding it was too ripe to be eaten. 

“What happened when you came back?” you asked. 

“Lucifer wasn’t very happy about my failure,” he said. “He said demons with soft hearts could not serve in his army. He had me whipped for disobeying his orders, then threw me in prison.”

“That explains the scars on your back.” You then shrugged when he turned to you, “I’ve seen them once or twice.”

“I don’t exactly put them on display all the time.”

“How long were you there?”

“About ten years,” he shrugged, “Give or take.” 

“What was it like?”

“Tortuous,” he answered. “It’s the worst place in Hell, and that’s saying something. If you aren’t freezing from the icy walls and floors, you’re lying awake at night while you listen to the other inmates screaming. I want to say it’s like other prisons in the world where there’s gang violence and you have to watch your back, but not here.”

“How come?”

“Because they isolate us,” he said, “Which in my opinion is worse. We weren’t allowed to talk to anyone and yard time isn’t a thing here. You are stuck in a room with your own thoughts. When someone does happen to come around, they don’t speak. You start spiraling. You start hallucinating. I’ve heard of people who’d been there longer walking in circles, muttering and mumbling to themselves.” Mingi shuddered at the thought of those days. “Then, you get out and you forget how to talk to people. Your throat is hoarse. Speaking makes your jaw hurt since it's been shut so long. Some of us stop speaking all together because we’re so used to being silent.”

“I guess that makes it easier for you to blend into the dark, huh?”

He saw your attempt at humor, and at least pretended to laugh. “I guess so.” 

“Does Seonghwa know about it?” 

“It’s why he hired me,” he nodded. “He knew who I was when I came to him looking for a job. I was homeless after I left prison. Not many people want to hire a guy that was called a traitor by the king, but Master Seonghwa wasn’t like that. He said he found my reluctance to kill a child admirable.”

“I think any normal person would,” you said. 

“I told him I only hesitated because my brother did,” he cut you off. “Lucifer never punishes just the person who pissed him off. He punishes their entire family. My mother was put on the whipping post before me; Lucifer wanted me to watch what happens when I disobey my king. He made me look on as they whipped the skin off her back.” Echoes of her screams reached him and he crushed a blackberry between his teeth to distract himself. “He might have killed me if my grandfather had not spoken up.”

“Satan?”

“He said killing a demon of my skills would be a waste,” he said. “He convinced Lucifer to throw me in prison to teach me a lesson instead. How rotting away in an ice box is better than death is beyond me.”

“My mom once said there are fates worse than death.”

“There are.” 

Your hands slid around him from behind, fingers playing with the clasps of his coat. “And now you’re here,” you said, “In the sun.”

“And it’s terrible.”

You giggled, “You can always take the coat off.” A shiver went up to his neck when you whispered, “You can take all of it off and get into a bathing pool with me. It is a bit hotter than usual.”

“Tempting, Mistress,” he admitted, “But not at the moment.”

“Okay,” you replied, and he knew you’d pouted for a second before pulling away. “What was your brother like?”

The last time he’d spoken of Minjun at this length was after a drunken night with Yunho. The pair of them split several bottles of wine between them. It led to flushed cheeks, wandering hands and sloppy kisses. Mingi, as he spoke, smelled the phantom scent of Yunho in the air. They’d done it multiple times before turning into puddles of jelly on Yunho’s bed. There, they’d laid out their hearts to one another. He told Yunho everything and anything he wanted to know. He’d normally been so guarded in those days; showing signs of weakness scared him. Yet, in the afterglow of blissful sex, his heart broke open. While you worked on your garden, it broke open to you. He shared tidbits about his little brother, who loved reading as much as fighting; he told you about the time they both dared each other to jump off a tall cathedral into a large heap of hay below. He told you of their childhood along the banks of the Wrathful River, the River of Wrath in Satan’s territory. You found all of it fascinating. You wanted to know more about your new home, and the different places. He knew you’d see them one day, and in a much nicer perspective than some.

As the sun began setting, the two of you made your way to the rose garden where other ladies sat enjoying the darkening skies and growing stars. He remained in the shadows as always, watching you closely and keeping a look out in the surrounding area. Talking about Minjun lifted weight from his shoulders. Breathing out his name and recounting tales of his brother brought back that fondness he once had. Mingi hoped, for a moment, wherever he was, his brother was happy.

“You’re still here.”

Artemis came up beside him as she entered the garden. She’d changed out of her usual training tunic into the long gowns of Eden. He noticed she’d grown daisies into her hair, letting them sprout like a halo around her head. In the dim sunlight, she looked heavenly.

“Yes,” he answered curtly.

“I hope you kept your hands to yourself in my grandmother’s garden.”

“I only indulge if my mistress wishes me to,” said Mingi.

“Don’t act as if you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“How could I not?” he laughed softly. “If you tasted a bit of her, you’d enjoy it too.” He then smirked, “Or perhaps you say that because you wish it was you I was indulging?”

“As if,” she scoffed, though he saw through her lie. “Just keep to yourself, Mingi.”

“I will if you do, my lady.”

Mingi smiled to himself as she walked away. He knew she thought about their time together as much as he did. He watched her come to your side, kissing your cheek and smiling brightly. A range of dirty images rushed through his head seeing you two next to each other. He couldn’t recall the last time he had two partners; he didn’t count Octavius since he’s a plant. Having both of you in his bed, fully naked and horny beyond belief, had him shifting slightly to one side. Minjun would’ve teased him for his weakness, but Mingi didn’t care. You weakened him. He spent so many nights listening to his masters take you that it’s all he thinks about in quiet moments. After hearing Artemis’s low, erotic moans, she’d snuck her way into his fantasies with you.

He loved and hated it.

As the women began eating snacks and sweets left out, Artemis turned in his direction. Naturally, his eyes landed on her chest. He’d do anything to see and grab them again. She told him that’d be their first and only time. Mingi hoped that had been all talk. When she did not cover herself or turn away, he kept staring. He bit his inner cheek when he caught a glimpse of her nipple hardening in the cool breeze. He’d love to put his mouth on it. His desires burned hotter when he realized you’d been watching him watching Artemis. You smirked knowingly, putting a puff pastry to your lips. His jaw dropped when you bit into it, licking the thick white cream that had come through the sides. The last time he fucked you, he’d finished in your mouth. The pool of white cum had stood out in your mouth and throat. You’d spat some out to let it drip down your chin and the sides of your lips, then went back to sucking him off. He’d been so drunk off your toxins that he thought of nothing else but giving you more to swallow.

She turned away from him, yet you kept watching him. Memories of that night came back to him just as easily. It had been after a party at a new friend's house. You came back giggling and swaying to the music in your head. He couldn't let you walk up stairs on your own with unsteady heels, so he guided you back to your room. Mingi admitted he'd drunk a bit more than he should have; his body had felt warm and hazy. Even in the daze of alcohol, the two of you gravitate towards one another. He vaguely recalled stripping you down with fumbling fingers, while you slovenly kissed down his neck. Mingi took a deep breath thinking about your mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes focused up at him as you continuously pushed him to your throat. He'd gone harder than he intended, but you assured him you loved every second of it. He considered taking you to the gardens to ram you again, then he remembered where he was. 

Your teasing grin did not simmer the fire burning in him. He expected you to stand and leave the gazebo, but instead you whispered to one of the Imp servants and saw the girl nodded excitedly. Whatever made the little Imp skip and giggle away could not be good. You turned and said something to Artemis once the servant left. Mingi wasn’t sure what you said, but Artemis glanced over at him and then back to you. Were Minjun alive, he’d insist they follow the both of you. Not out of concern or duty, but with hopes of walking upon a filthy sight. The Minjun he knew loved women. He loved visiting the brothels and taverns after missions or days in the training yard. He’d spend all his coin on the ladies he pulled into his laps. Mingi knew he’d envy him for getting to work for you. But, as much as Mingi would love to, he did have a job to do.

You and Artemis excused yourselves from the group and left out of another archway. Mingi knew a trap when he saw one. If he followed you, he’d be pulled into whatever erotic plan you’d invented for him. He knew he could not let you get away, since he is meant to watch you, and you knew that. Shaking off the tightness building in his stomach, Mingi walked along the hedges to where you and Artemis had disappeared through. Nobody noticed him as he moved quietly through the pathways. He tried picking up your scent, but couldn’t catch it amongst the other flowers. Another reason to dislike Eden. He peeked inside each garden enclosure or sitting area he passed with hopes of finding you. Break ins in Eden became more frequent these days, according to some, and with nighttime approaching, he needed to be more cautious. Demons of lust or simply drunkards looking to score have been caught climbing the walls of Eden’s garden and accosting ladies. They never get far since the ladies protect themselves and their guards are fierce, but it happens. Mingi might like the idea of you and a naked Artemis, but not so much of a man putting a knife to your throat to assault you.

“He did?”

He heard your voice come from one of the bathing pools. His entire body flushed in heat, and his armor suddenly felt suffocating.

“He did,” Artemis confirmed your question.

“I thought you hated men though.”

“I don’t hate them. I just don’t trust them. They all lie and cheat. They steal and kill.”

“Women can do that too.”

“Not at the rate men do.”

Her beliefs did not surprise him. Mingi would have told you that Ladies of Eden learn about the atrocities of men and the patriarchy at their mothers’ breasts. It is only recently that some are open to having men in their lives or beds.

“Did you at least like it?” he heard you leading her on, a smile on your face.

“I did, very much,” she admitted, sounding shy. “He isn’t the first, but he’s certainly the best.”

Mingi peeked around the entrance to the bathing pool. A ball formed in his throat when he saw both of you shedding off your clothes as Imps placed a tray of fruits and pastries near the small pool. He looked over the two nude bodies out in the open. He took in all the curves, soft skin and fleshy parts of your bodies. He saw where you’d both trimmed yourselves, only making him want to latch his mouth to them more. The flirtatious, giddy looks on your faces aroused him, especially when you stepped into the pool together. You both leaned against the steps waist-deep in the water as you brought the fruit tray over. Mingi bit his lower lip when he realized it was strawberries and a small pot of chocolate syrup. The two of you started eating them normally, talking about boys and the other ladies in the garden before your voices grew lower and you drew together. He recognized the lustful gaze you gave her as you put a strawberry to her lips. Artemis kept eye contact while she wrapped her mouth around the end and bit down. 

Next came chocolate. He watched you swipe some onto the base of her neck, then lick it off in slow, passionate laps of your tongue. He palmed his groin when she returned the favor when a small droplet fell on your breast. The tip of her tongue grazed the outer edge of your nipple, then up to lick up the thin trickle and he held back a groan. He stood in awe as you started kissing, open mouths doing nothing to cover the tongues swatting at one another inside. He knew right now your arousing saliva worked its magic on her, coursing desire and passion through her veins. You dipped your finger in the chocolate to coat over one of Artemis’s nipples, then leaned down to slowly lick it off. Mingi instantly started unclasping his coat as he stepped into the space. Blending with the shadows, neither of you saw him in the corner of the room. He dropped his coat and undid his leather vest and thin chainmail underneath. You continued pinching and groping her breasts while her hands moved around to your ass. The crotch of his pants tightened when she put a strawberry to your lips for you to eat. With a single bite, Artemis smeared bits of juice around your mouth to then lick and kiss clean. You did the same to her, the both of you swatting your tongue over the large fruit before she bit into it. 

“How about I give you both something bigger to lick?” he asked, voice heavy with lust as he kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants. 

Neither of you appeared surprised by his appearance. In fact, you both giggled shyly and turned away from him for a moment. “Don’t be shy now,” he smirked, pulling down both pants and underwear. Each of you focused directly on his groin once he removed them, and he couldn’t be prouder of it. “You two lured me in here. What did you think I’d do? Stand by and watch two gorgeous women fuck in a pool?”

“Yes,” Artemis admitted in a giggle. 

“I told her you wouldn’t be able to help yourself,” you said, eyeing his semi-hardon. “You’re a big ol’ pervert deep down.”

“Which I’ve grown to enjoy quite a bit,” she then said, reaching up your chest to cup both your breasts. “I loved it so much last time.”

“So did I, my lady,” he admitted, walking over to where you both stood in the pool. 

The cool water did shock his hot skin, though it didn't distract him from his goal. He came over, and brought you to him by the hips. The sweet taste of chocolate strawberries flowed from your lips to his on your tongue, which he eagerly ate up. The moment your tongues touched, Mingi’s hunger shot to the ceiling. He found it hard to contain the primal urge to fuck both all night. 

He kept one arm around you as he pulled Artemis to him and kissed her the same way. A groan rumbled in his throat when a sticky, smooth substance covered a spot on his neck, only to be licked at by your warm tongue. The feeling of you licking his neck while Artemis’s tongue slid into his mouth fanned the flames making him harder. While hands started running up and down his chest and stomach, he felt up and down the full, round cheeks in his hands. Artemis whimpered at a particularly hard squeeze he gave her, and he knew she’d liked it.

“Do you like that?” he asked her, pecking her lips softly. 

“Yes,” she breathed, picking up her own swipe of chocolate to put on his chest. “Do it again.”

As she lapped up the thin mess she’d made, he repeated the action to hear her whine into his chest. Mingi didn’t intend on leaving you out. He kissed you deeply, sliding his hand over and under your ass cheeks. Long fingers found the perineum and stroked it slowly, letting you enjoy the simple touch as you kissed. 

“You’re so strong, Mingi,” Artemis said in his ear, moving behind him while you moved in front of him. “So big and long,” she took his cock by the base, reaching around to stroke him. Your heads both reached to his shoulders, where lips began kissing and nibbling at his neck and shoulders while you both caressed him. “I never had one like yours until the last time,” she said, only stroking him halfway. “That's all I think about when I’m alone in my bed. You’re the only man I’d ever allow in my bed after I’ve had this.”

“You should come live with us,” you told her, putting Mingi’s hands on your breasts for him to squeeze, “Then you and I could have fun with him whenever we want.”

“I’d never have a moment of peace, huh?” he teased, reaching to drizzle chocolate on your nipples. He began licking the thin strings off them, moaning softly as Artemis squeezed and aimed his cock between your thighs. “You, her and Yunho will have me empty by the end of the day.”

“As if you wouldn’t love that,” said Artemis. 

“He’d definitely love it,” you moaned when he flicked his tongue over the peaks of your nipples. “Wouldn’t you, Mingi?” 

His tip touched something slick and warm under the water, and he groaned loudly. Nestled between your thighs, his cock slipped in and out of them while Artemis fondled his balls underneath. The pleasure elevated when her thumbs spread the chocolate you placed there to lick it off him. Mingi’s moans grew louder as your wet clitoris brushed over the head of his cock over and over. His balls rolled around over each of Artemis’s fingers one at a time, sending shocks of pleasure through to his swollen cock. Your slow rocking movements had him reaching in front and behind him to grab at both of you. Artemis’s smooth sex fluttered open for his fingers, causing her to hold his wrist in place as she rubbed herself on his fingers. He sunk his other fingers between your ass cheeks to tease the tight hole they hid. Just feeling you both on his hands, hearing your moans join his, he thought he might cum. 

“Stand in front of me,” he said breathily. “I want to play with both of you.” 

“You might, but not here.” 

Artemis slipped away from him. You took direction from her, and moved away too. A brief moment of frustration passed before he saw your mischievous smiles. You’d reached the top of the steps before he realized what was going on. The moment he charged, you two bolted towards the entrance. A delighted laugh escaped his chest as he rushed after you, naked as the day he was born. In the dim lighting of the lanterns above the paths, he saw your naked bodies several feet ahead of him. Your squeals and giggles reached him, joining in his own delight, as you continued running. Artemis, being the faster runner, sprinted ahead even when Mingi’s arms wrapped around you. 

“Mingi!” you giggled as he lifted you from the ground and pressed you to a stone wall. 

One arm holding you to his chest, he reached down and slipped two fingers inside you from behind. The pussy gushing juices into his hand, the familiar sound of his palm slapping your cheeks reached his ears. You arched your back to let him get in a few pumps before you managed to wriggle out of his grasp and run off again. 

“Come here, you,” he laughed through his gritted teeth, making swipes at you from behind as he followed. “I’m going to get you, you little tease.”

“If you can keep up, that is!”

You darted into one section of the garden, and he went after you. In an intersection, someone slammed right into him. By the scent of fresh daisies, he knew it to be Artemis. The both of them on the ground, he scrambled to get on top of her. The beautiful Lady didn’t fight him off very much, but instead brought him in for a deep kiss as he forced her legs apart with his hips. Her moans vibrated in his mouth once he pushed his fingers inside her hot cunt. 

“I’m making at least one of you cum tonight,” he growled, biting down on her lower lip softly. “On my tongue, my cock or my fingers…I don’t care.”

“If only I wanted to make that easy for you this time.”

She dug her fingers into his arm, distracting him a brief moment before sliding away from him and running again. His cock raged between his thighs. The embarrassing thought of someone important finding him naked crossed his mind, but he didn’t care. The combination of his own desires and the endorphins your kisses gave him kept him chasing each of you throughout the garden. By the time he caught up with her near a stone fountain of Medusa, he needed to fuck her. The stone fountain of the gorgon queen looked down on his with scolding eyes, her snakes lifted and posed for attack. Mingi looked around at the stone figures placed throughout the place in various spots. Men in soldier's armor, women in long flowing dresses, and small animals either running or standing in shock made it a bit more difficult to navigate. 

A teasing giggle came from behind him, and he sensed one of you nearby. Mingi, a grin on his face, walked towards a particularly tall bear statue. There, he found Artemis hiding. She squeaked and giggled when he reached out for her, happening to catch her elbow and spin her into his arms. She barely struggled as his lips found hers, easily opening them and exploring her mouth with his tongue. He groaned at a cold hand starting to stroke his hardon; he returned the touch by rubbing her soaked clit. 

Pressing her back to the statue, Mingi lifted one leg to his hip as he shoved two fingers in her. Artemis clutched the sides of the wide statue, head tilted back whenever his fingers curled inside her. He took advantage of this moment and flicked his tongue over her nipples, knowing how much she loved it. Mingi looked at her, drinking in the sight of her naked body in his embrace. Chest rising and falling in every deep breath, the moonlight made her skin glow and sweat shimmer on her taupe skin. He kissed up her neck, licking specific spots he knew she liked, before reaching her ear. She moaned louder, gripping her shoulders, and began pushing down on his fingers. 

“Such a needy girl,” he groaned in her ear, savoring the feeling of her hand on his cock and his fingers stuffed in her cunt. “I do love watching you fuck yourself on my hand,” he said, looking down to see her body tense and rock against his palm, “But I think you’d look better on my dick instead, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, squeezing his tip and rolling her thumb around it. He might go insane if he didn’t fuck her soon. “Yes, please.”

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock in one swift motion. Stuck on his length, Artemis could do nothing but let him push in and out of her. He held onto her thigh and kept her pinned to the statue, occasionally sucking and teasing her breast. She tried keeping her voice down, though he saw her resolve start faltering when he rubbed her hard clit. 

“How about I give a hand?”

You appeared from seemingly nowhere. Turning Artemis’s head, you locked her in a kiss as you took over her clitoris. He watched the both of you work one another softly, teasing with feather-like touches and passionate kisses. Mingi held onto Artemis’s hips as he kept going, looking down to see himself coated with her juices each time he pulled out. Your hand rolling around the hood and underside of her clit added an extra sprinkle of arousal he couldn't ignore. Soon, her sex quivered when he started bottoming up into her hips. Her orgasm crashed right over her, contorting her body and stiffening her muscles. 

“Don't stop,” she cried, head turned to the side and hips rutting against his. “Please, don't stop.”

“He wouldn't dream of it,” you whined, rubbing her and kissing her neck. 

Her orgasm finally went over the edge, and Mingi felt tempted to move faster and harder. His own nearly arrived before he forced himself out of her. 

“Now it's my turn.”

He didn't utter a word as you laid him on the ground. Mingi watched you sink down onto his wet cock in a singular movement, immediately starting to ride him. He held onto the bottoms of the two statues beside him, gripping hard as your pussy flexed against his stiff length and milked him so easily. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. Having a new lover felt nice, but nothing beat you. You knew him so well already. Your body played him like a fiddle, knowing which strings to pluck at the right time. He groaned loudly when you whirled your hips around, your body bringing him with you and stretching him in circles. Your ass cheeks pressed right onto his balls gave a bit of pressure that nearly sent him over the edge. He kept his eyes on you; he gazed over the curves of your body moving in time with his, your eyes full of lust and need as you worked him. How nobody knew you were a cambion is beyond him. No human can be as enchanting or tantalizing as you. When Artemis showed up beside you, returning the favor you'd given her, he began pushing up into you before you forced him still by the hips. Once your bouncing became more erratic, your moans sounding desperate and needy, Mingi held you by your hips to chase down the orgasm building below. Artemis’s deft fingers moved at the same speed, the both of them encouraging you to cum all over him. He hoped you'd squirt a bit on him; he loved watching you do that with Hongjoong, but you didn't. 

Artemis’s turn came again, on her front with you underneath her. Both of you keeping your legs far apart, you each kissed and grinded together as he pumped his cock back into her. He gave her a few thrusts before switching further down to you. This move teased him just as much as it teased the both of you. The sensation of pulling out once he'd gotten frustrating and exciting at the same time. The desperate need to cum had his balls slapping against each of you in sporadic thrusts. Both you and Artemis knew how badly he needed it, and encouraged him. 

“Go ahead and cum,” you moaned between kisses. “We want you to…”

“All over us both.”

He planted himself firmly inside you, pushing forward while smacking and grabbing the round ass in front of him. The pain he'd been withholding soon came to the surface, and he instantly withdrew and rolled Artemis onto her back. Realizing what was happening, you sat up on your elbows together as his cum shot out. His head fell back, back arching as he let his climax take over. He rarely felt such pleasure before. He didn't want it to end. 

And it didn't. You and Artemis pounced on him the moment he finished. You took turns sucking the last bits of cum from his cock, clearly not done with him at all, and kept going until he grew hard again. Once he did, he laid helpless as Artemis rode his cock while you rode his tongue. Squeals of “Mingi!” and “Fuck, that feels so good!” kept him going long after he'd finished pleasuring one lady after the other. By the time he worked you out of his system, the sun had plunged the world into complete darkness. Only in the clear moonlight could he see the two women slumped on the ground at the base of several statues. He knew he wouldn't be standing anytime soon, and the thought of a guard coming across him did not scare him as it might normally. 

“Damn, two Ladies, Brother? Lucky dog.”

Mingi laughed softly, the running fountain covering it from nearby ears. If Minjun stayed, then perhaps he'd never be in this spot. If his brother remained a demon, he'd be at home by the river and not naked in the middle of a scenic garden. He turned his head to see you and Artemis sleeping nearby. He wouldn't have you if Minjun never crossed over. Mingi couldn't see you not being in his life. You'd become such an important part of him that it sounded torturous. He stared up at the stars, counting and connecting them as he finally gave into his exhaustion. 

****

“Wow, so this is how it is now, huh? We're just going to have public threesomes and not invite Hongjoong?”

Mingi groaned as the sun blinded him. Putting an arm over his eyes, he recognized the red and black shape of his master standing over him. He felt the warm softness of two women draped over him, snuggled and faces buried in his neck. He guessed you'd crawled over to him during the night. 

“Hm?” your soft hum filled his ear, and he could feel your breath on his neck. 

“Here we are,” he said, “Sitting at home worried about our special girl, thinking she'd been accosted on her way home or injured and lying in a ditch somewhere, but no. Here she is, naked with crusty cum on her with her cousin and her bodyguard.”

“Joongie…” you groaned, shifting in place, “Enough.”

“You don't fuck me in gardens.”

“Not true in the slightest. We've done it in my garden loads of times.”

“I mean in other people's gardens,” he corrected you. “Especially in Eden gardens. There's always patrols who could find us; much hotter that way.”

“Ugh, Hongjoong,” you peeled yourself away from him, and Mingi felt a light cloth be tossed your way. “Only you would be upset about this.”

“Not just me. Your grandmother, mom and Seonghwa are pretty peeved, but not for the same reasons as me.”

“No!” This woke up Artemis right away, making her sit up straight. “No, she doesn't….You're lying.”

“Am not,” he replied. “She found out when a guard told her they saw you all sleeping. I think you should find some clothes and explain yourself before she comes looking for you.”

Without another word, Artemis stood on shaky legs and ran away. Mingi had not moved an inch. His body refused to cooperate, not bothering to reach for any sort of cover. Not that it mattered, since Hongjoong’s wandering eyes did not bother him. 

“Have fun, Mingi?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pet?”

“Loads,” you grinned over at Mingi, leaning to kiss him softly. Once your lips met his, he nearly went for another intoxicating kiss. “Mingi…Last night wasn't enough?”

“Forgive me,” he said, pulling a stray blade of grass from your hair. “Your kisses are addicitve. I can't help but want more.”

Hongjoong coughed, earning your attention again. “I don't think going a morning-after round in Lilith’s garden is a good idea, and that's me saying that. Put your clothes on,” Hongjoong tossed Mingi his own bundle, “And come with me.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. “Time to go home.”

Mingi watched him leave, and was glad it'd been Hongjoong and not Lilith. 

****

A/N: hey guys, I really hope you liked this one. This may be the last one for a while because I want to take a break from fanfiction to focus on my book. I didn't want to leave you guys hanging after I said I'd post this one lol

The series isn't over. Just on hiatus.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

What do you need to know about lgbt+ history as a lgbt+ person? 

Well, if you ask like that: nothing, actually. You do not disqualify from being lgbt+ if you know nothing about history whatsoever. There’s no exam to pass. 

It also doesn’t make you a bad person or a disgrace to the community or an embarrassment if you haven’t heard about a specific chapter of lgbt+ history yet - saying so would be really unfair! Maybe you live in a situation in which you don’t feel safe to do a lot of research on lgbt+ related stuff. Maybe you are a young person growing up in hard times and you’re busy just surviving. Maybe your brain works in a way that makes it harder for you to learn or retain new information than for others. Or hey, maybe you already know lots - but your learning simply focused on a different chapter than the one that hypothetical exam would be on!

Of course there are many benefits to learning about lgbt+ history. You get the general benefits of learning new things (such as training your critical thinking skills, which will help you in your everyday life, and even supporting your brain health!) but there’s also specific benefits to learning about this specific subject.

History isn’t all “learning boring stuff about dead people” - learning about past events and their consequences also helps you understand present events and gauge their potential consequences for your future. This will for example empower you in your voting decisions (or help you understand how politics influence everyday life at all, if that’s your starting point!). 

Knowledge about lgbt+ history also helps you to notice misinformation more easily and enables you to counteract homophobic myths with facts. 

It may even help you on a more personal level: reading up on all the people who came before you can foster a sense of identity and belonging. It might make you feel more confident to know that people like you have been around forever and have achieved so many things! 

So, rather than “what do I need to know”, I think the much better question is “where do I want to start?”. 

Nobody knows everything about lgbt+ history (or about any given topic, really!) and unrealistic expectations will only set you up for disappointment. It’s best to let your curiosity lead you! You’re much more likely to actually read up on something you are genuinely excited to learn about than something you’ve only been told to read. 

With that in mind: it can feel overwhelming to pick a topic to start with! Especially if you’re pretty new to lgbt+ history, you may not even know where to start. So I do want to make some suggestions here. Not as a “you need to research all these today or else I’m revoking your license to gay”, just to spark your curiosity! I will not add explanations right here in the post, I just want to give you some terms you can easily put in the search bar. (Important: these are in random order, not ranked by importance or anything like that!) 

US-Centric lgbt+ History

1. Stonewall Riots

2. Harvey Milk

3. Marsha P. Johnson

4. Sylvia Rivera

5. The Lavender Scare

6. Obergefell v. Hodges

7. Don't Ask, Don't Tell

8. The Mattachine Society

9. The Daughters of Bilitis

11. The AIDS crisis

12. Bayard Rustin

13. Lawrence v. Texas

14. The Gay Liberation Front

15. The Human Rights Campaign

European lgbt+ History

1. Section 28 (UK)

2. Oscar Wilde

3. Alan Turing

4. Magnus Hirschfeld

5. Paragraph 175 (Germany)

6. The Homomonument (Netherlands)

7. EuroPride

8. James Barry

9. The decriminalization of homosexuality in the UK (1967)

10. ILGA-Europe

11. Homosexual Law Reform Act 1986 (New Zealand, part of the Commonwealth)

12. The Equality Act 2010 (UK)

13. Transgender Europe (TGEU)

14. The first same-sex marriage in the Netherlands (2001)

15. Dora Richter

Have fun learning! 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

P.S: You may wonder “But what about places other than the USA or Europe?” (or those of you who already know a lot about lgbt+ history, “but what about (topic I haven’t mentioned here)”) - and that’s actually a really great point! It highlights what we talked about above: nobody knows everything + lgbt+ history is way too rich of a topic to put it all into one short list! This isn’t meant to be a comprehensive list of everything important, just some potential starting points that hopefully lead you to topics beyond ones mentioned on this list.

[princesskenny1998]

MHA | Bakugou Katsuki x f!soft!reader ~ Background

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t the type to notice people outside of his small circle. If someone wasn’t powerful, competitive, or didn’t spark his interest as a rival, they were simply background noise. And yet, there you were—a quiet, soft-spoken girl who had somehow caught his attention, despite everything that would have normally kept you invisible to him. You weren’t even in the hero course at UA. You didn’t attend combat training, nor did you possess some flashy quirk that screamed for attention. Instead, you preferred to stay in the background, almost as if you belonged there. But the more he caught glimpses of you around the school, the more he found himself intrigued.

It all began when he noticed you in the library one afternoon. You were sitting by yourself, reading a thick novel with the edges frayed, your brow furrowed in concentration. Katsuki had been searching for a book on battlefield strategy, but his attention drifted over to you. He hadn’t meant to stare, but he’d found himself watching as you turned each page with care, as if you were savoring every word. Your quiet, unassuming nature was foreign to him. Katsuki was so used to the loud, the bold, and the ambitious that you seemed almost unreal in comparison. Still, he tried to brush it off. But after that day, it felt like he saw you everywhere.

One rainy evening, he saw you sharing an umbrella with a younger student outside of UA’s dormitory. The way you stood there, holding the umbrella high enough to keep the kid dry while you got soaked yourself, struck a strange chord within him. You didn’t seem to mind being wet, either, as you smiled and patted the kid’s head, laughing quietly when he waved goodbye and ran off. It was such a simple act, yet Katsuki found himself dwelling on it long after the rain stopped.

It wasn’t until a few days later, in the hallway, that he got the chance to actually speak to you. He’d been rushing to his next class, not paying attention to his surroundings, when he nearly ran into you. You looked up at him, startled, with wide eyes that quickly turned into an embarrassed smile. Katsuki raised an eyebrow, half-expecting you to freeze and stutter some kind of apology, but instead, you just stepped aside, keeping your head down, and let him pass.

“Sorry about that,” you murmured, so softly he almost didn’t hear.

For reasons he couldn’t quite understand, he paused, watching you walk away. Something about your quiet demeanor, the way you seemed almost invisible but held a quiet strength, intrigued him.

“Hey,” he called, before he could stop himself.

You turned back to look at him, eyes widening slightly. “Yes?”

“Uh…you’re… in the general course, right?”

You nodded, looking a bit surprised. “Yeah. I am. Second year.”

He shifted awkwardly, trying to ignore the strange, unfamiliar feeling tugging at his chest. “I’m Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki. Third year, hero course.”

You gave him a shy smile, nodding politely. “I know who you are. Everyone does. You’re one of the top hero students.”

Something about your words made his chest swell with pride. But the fact that you hadn’t said it in awe or admiration, just as a simple fact, somehow made it more…meaningful.

“Do you…like it here?” he found himself asking, almost surprised by his own question.

You hesitated, clearly not expecting him to ask something so personal. “It’s…fine. Different from what I’m used to, but fine.”

He didn’t know why, but he felt the urge to know more. “What did you do before coming here?”

“Just normal school stuff, I guess. I didn’t really stand out.” You smiled a bit self-consciously. “I wasn’t trying to become a hero, so I guess I’m just here to learn what I can.”

There was a sincerity in your tone that made him feel oddly at ease. Katsuki wasn’t sure why he was continuing the conversation, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing. Hero work isn’t for everyone,” he muttered, almost to himself.

You laughed softly, and he looked up, surprised by the sound. It was a quiet laugh, but there was warmth in it that made his heart skip a beat.

“You’re probably right,” you replied, smiling. “But I think people like you make the hero course worth it.”

Katsuki blinked, taken aback by your words. He was used to people admiring him, even fearing him, but something about the way you said it, so matter-of-factly, struck him. You weren’t trying to flatter him or seek his approval; you were just being honest.

As you walked away, he found himself staring after you, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. For the first time, Katsuki felt something he couldn’t quite put into words—something that made him want to see you again.

After that, Katsuki found excuses to cross paths with you. He’d linger in the library, where you usually spent your free periods, or accidentally end up in the same cafeteria line. And somehow, each encounter led to a few more words exchanged, a few more glimpses of that quiet smile that left him feeling both annoyed and fascinated.

To you, Katsuki was a mystery. He was intense, with a reputation for his explosive temper and arrogance, yet he always seemed softer when he spoke to you. It was almost as if he had two sides—one for everyone else and one just for you. And you couldn’t deny that you found yourself looking forward to these chance encounters, even if they made your heart race and left you blushing.

One afternoon, as you sat in the library, buried in a book, you felt a shadow loom over you. Looking up, you found Katsuki standing there, hands in his pockets, looking unusually serious.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, his tone surprisingly polite.

You nodded, gesturing to the empty chair across from you. “Sure. It’s a public library, after all.”

He smirked at your joke, pulling the chair out and sitting down, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made you blush.

“So, what’s so interesting about these books?” he asked, nodding toward the stack of novels you’d collected.

You shrugged, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. “They’re just…an escape, I guess. I like getting lost in other worlds.”

“Huh.” He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a thoughtful expression. “Never thought about it like that.”

There was a pause as you both sat in comfortable silence, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze softened whenever he looked at you. It was as if he saw something in you that no one else did, something that even you didn’t fully understand.

As the days went by, your encounters with Katsuki became more frequent, and soon it became clear to both of you that there was something more between you. One evening, as you walked together down a quiet corridor after class, he suddenly stopped, his hand reaching out to gently grasp your wrist.

“Hey,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “I…I like you.”

You looked up at him, your heart pounding as you searched his eyes for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. Instead, you saw a raw honesty, a vulnerability that he rarely showed to anyone else.

“I like you too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek. “Then…can we…try this? Whatever this is?”

You nodded, your cheeks flushed as you smiled up at him. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

And from that moment on, Bakugou Katsuki became a part of your world, his presence a constant source of warmth and strength. Though he was still his usual brash self around others, he was always gentle with you, always careful to keep you safe and happy.

As the weeks passed, the two of you became inseparable, your quiet strength balancing out his fiery temper. And though Katsuki wasn’t one for grand gestures or flowery words, he made it clear in his own way just how much he cared for you.

One evening, as you sat together under the stars, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “You’re mine, got it? No one else gets to see this side of me but you.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with happiness as you snuggled closer to him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[volturiprincess]

From the other side

Demetri Volturi x F newborn vampire

Warnings: Foul language, death, mentions of a Emetophobia, I bash on the Cullens here A/N: This was a request by @kpopgirlbtssvt, I got to say I enjoyed working on this. Its been a while since I worked on an actual long one-shot request but I hope the wait was worth it, and I might of changed some ideas on the request slightly (but still stayed on topic). Enjoy💙 Word Count: 4k+ (wow)

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(He's just so gorgeous🥰)

“I think she’s waking up”

“How do you know?”

“Well you can see her eyeball moving Emmett, I'm no doctor but I think that is a sign she is waking up”

“Oh well sorry Mister Smartypants, didn't know I was in the presences of an expert”

“Focus, should we fetch Carlisle? He said he would be back soon but what if he’s already here?”

“I'll check, you stay here incase she starts moving around, wouldn't want her newborn instincts to kill Nessie”

“Fairpoint”

Why do I feel so strange? Where the hell am I? Maybe I should wake up, maybe the one with the southern accent could give me answers. I force myself to wake up and when I do everything seems so different. Everything seems so focused, enhanced, so…perfect. When has my vision ever been this good? I know I've been neglecting my glasses quite often but even with my glasses on I never had such good eyesight, I always thought I never needed them. I sit up slowly to check my surroundings. Crap! Where am I? What even happened to me? 

Flashback….

Just left my final class of the day, Anatomy is such a pain in the ass really. Why did I decide to take both Anatomy 1 and Genetics in the same semester? But I mean it's worth it, get the harder classes out of the way and then I can maybe squeeze in other classes I am interested in before graduating. I clinged my heavy textbooks to my chest tighter as I tiredly made my way to my small apartment. I got lucky that this place was cheap compared to living on campus, and the bonus to it is that my place is about 5 minutes away from campus. I heard the school bell ring signaling some class has ended, instantly I'm surrounded by a swarm of students like me. All of them either off to  their next class, or home, or even getting a late lunch. I was slightly pushed around until I managed to find an opening but not everything can go to plan. As I was trying to get to the opening someone shoved me a bit too hard and the books I was clutching flew out of my arms, I went along with them.

I heard a simple “My bad” and then I was met with silence. I hurriedly picked up my stuff and saw how people just looked but didn't help or offer a hand. Situations like this makes me want to just disappear. Just be able to get to point A to B without any mishaps. I composed myself mentally and continued my walk to my apartment. Considering it's only 5, it's already pitch black. I don't like walking alone at night, sure I’m a night owl, but I like to be alone in a safe space. As I'm walking I felt that weird feeling of being watched, it's like a sixth sense to me at this point, please tell me it's just my paranoia and not real. I do a quick scan and I'm met with no one but silence that makes an exception to the far off train horn. I hurried off trying to shake off that paranoia until I bumped into what I thought was a wall (ended up being a ‘human’)and then I was met with darkness.

Present…

I felt my eyes fill with tears but I soon noticed they would not fall, I tried blinking but nothing happened. I went to wipe my eyes with my hand instead but felt my hand move abnormally faster. Okay what the heck? I know I sometimes have my days where my reflexes kick in or not but I have never been able to move that fast. And as if on cue my throat felt so dry, I felt like I could drain the pacific and yet that would not be enough to satisfy the level of thirst I have. I tried swallowing but noticed that it didn't even help or even do anything.

“Carlisle should be here soon with something to subdue the thirst”

My gaze snaps to the man who is casually keeping guard at the door. The way he stood made me think he was maybe in the military or something. Why is he beautiful? His blonde locks styled perfectly and his eyes… Are they gold? I have never seen that type of eye color on someone before, I mean I have read a book where one of the characters had pirate gold eyes but in person that’s strange.

“Wh-wha- where am I?”

The way his gaze slowly met mine gave me the creeps, it was like from a scene of a horror movie, where if you spot something from a distance and then you blink, they are right in front of you, killing you.

“Carlisle will answer your questions”

“Why can't you?”

“I'm not in a position to be telling you stuff, all I'm here is to keep you calm since you are a newborn”

“A newborn?”

And then I was met with silence, he turned away from me so he was back to facing the wall like he was previously. 

“Could I at least get your name?”

“Jasper Whitlock, ma’am”

What feels like ages, another man walks in with a big guy. The first one seems like he is the one in charge around here, he seemed nice. He had a calm presence within, but the other guy seemed like he was ready to pick up a fight, probably the muscles around here. Now that I'm thinking about it more, am I in some sort of mafia? But these guys don't seem all that scary, maybe the big one and the Jasper guy. The calm one got closer to me and offered me a cup.

“Here drink this, it should help with the thirst”

I crabbed the cup hesitantly, hoping it wouldn't kill me, and drank it desperately. Finishing it in milliseconds, I did feel a small relief but I still had that feeling of an intense thirst. 

“We will give you more later but I think you deserve an explanation”

“You think”

He smiled gently but nodded “Well to start of you are not human anymore, you might of picked that up slightly since you have woken up”

Not human anymore? But what could I possibly be then? What have they done to me? Am I a monster now?

“You are now a newborn, a vampire to be exact”

That right there was the biggest mick drop of my life. What does he mean i'm a-a vampire? Those exist? I thought they were just myths, that they are just some made up thing that people build up over the years. But now I'm somehow one now? This shit can't be real, he probably has me on some drugs on something. Yeah that's right, probably drugged me and I'm trapped in some dream or something.

“I can see your in denial, there’s really no way to really explain it but you really are a vampire, that cup you drank from was filled with blood, deer blood to be exact”

Oh heck no. I drank blood? I never had a problem with blood, I mean I have a major in the medical field for a reason. Just can't get over vomiting, that's just a big phobia of mine, someone throws up and I'm literally about to faint. But enough of that.

“You gotta be joking here, vampires do not exist, there just myths”

“Well with all honesty here, I assure you I'm not joking, not with the times we are facing now”

“And what is that?”

“Well my family and I are in a bit of a dilemma, you see we have engaged another coven of vampires, and they are threatening to kill our family over a misunderstanding”

“Pardon my language, but what the fuck? What do you mean ‘another coven of vampires’ and a supposed death threat, there's more of you guys out there?”

The big guy chuckled slightly at my foul language and I heard him mumble a “Oh I like her, she’s way more funny than Bella”

“Yes well you see, our kind if basically spread out around the world, this other coven of vampires are living in Italy, but this coven is basically like our government, royalty you can say even, there more dangerous than us, they feed on human blood and they have gifts that can wipe out humanity in an instant”

Ok this other coven sounds scary, wipe out humanity? What the hell did this guy and his family do to anger them anyways, must be pretty serious.

“So let me guess this straight, you and your family have angered this powerful coven of vampires who can in your words wipe out humanity and…are doing what now?”

“Well we been gathering witness to help us avoid a fight with this coven”

“I see but what exactly did you do to anger this coven of powerful vampires then?”

“My son and his new wife had a baby”

“A baby? I'm sorry I don't see a problem here”

“Vampires cannot recreate, that's what I thought until my then human daughter-in-law got pregnant”

“Ok? Still not seeing a problem here”

“I guess an easier way to explain is as I said vampires cannot recreate, we are biologically not able to do such thing between two vampires, but between a vampire male and female human, it's possible but the problem here is the Volturi believe we have created an immortal child, which we didn't”

“I see so then why do they believe you created an immortal child? And also what is an immortal child?”

“An immortal child is a child what was turned into a vampire, there stuck as a child for eternity and cannot control their thirst or be calmed or even age, they are in modern terminology are illegal, and to answer the other question, apparently hybrids are not common and they did not know about them existing”

 The more he answers my questions, the more I think I am definitely dreaming, no way in hell is all of this real. Why am I even being roped into this? I was just some human who was just trying to be a Physician and now that dream is out the window because I'm apparently a vampire now. I need to wake up, this cannot be my life right now, I have so much to live for still. Sure I was quiet and not in some relationship but I still liked the life I had. 

“Now the real question here is, why or how am I even part of this?”

They were all quiet instantly and none of them were making eye contact with me. Ok weird… I mean even the big guys amused look was gone and that guy answering my questions with a small smile was also gone. Something here does not feel right. Someone burst into the room, which freaked me out a bit because this guy along with his buddy looked intimidating with all their leather and the intense red eyes. I felt a weird current roll down my body and then I heard gasps. The Jasper dude looked at me with wide eyes, well everyone was looking at me with the same wide eyes. 

“She’s gone!”

“No I don't think so Emmett, she’s gifted”

“What are the odds of finding one that is gifted”

“Not very likely”

Why are they all talking about me as if I wasn't there?

“Um i'm right here”

The ‘nice’ one spoke up first “Well it seems you have a gift miss, your invisible currently”

“Seriously?” I looked down and as he said I am indeed invisible. Maybe that weird current I felt earlier was me triggering this. Should I tell him this?

“How were you able to do that?”

“I don't know, I um felt a weird feeling run through me after those two over there came in”

“Vladimir and Stefan triggered it? Hmm it seems it came from fear then, interesting”

So those are their names, I wonder who is who. My wild guess is the platinum blonde is Vladimir and the dark haired one is Stefan. 

As if he knew I was talking about him, the platinum started to speak “So you were desperate enough for witnesses that you created a newborn? That’s low even for you Carlisle. At least she’s gifted but even then she probably has no combat skills so she won't be able to tear heads off if the time comes”

Ok y/n, let's think about becoming visible, I don't like how they're just staring at me like that, and also speaking smack about me either. Smoke started to surround me for a minute and when I looked at my hands to see I was now visible. Again I heard the gasp. 

“How did you do that?”

“I was just thinking about wanting to be visible”

“Well that’s good to know how your gift works”

“I guess”

Carlisle, it took him like thirty minutes to tell me his name, started to explain the situation more and even introduced me to the other members of his family. Jasper along with his friend taught me some basic combat skills in case a fight broke out with the confrontation. But the weird thing I discovered was when I met the infamous son, Edward, I was able to read his mind when he was reading mine, he gave me a funky look each time and tried to reduce his thoughts as much as he could. 

Funny enough but also traumatizing, he was always thinking about his honeymoon with his wife. I do not need to know how his child was conceived. When I met Alice a similar thing happened, she spaced out (which I found out she does when she has a vision) and I saw me with another figure, a man to be exact. The man in the vision was gorgeous, I never knew such a person could exist, he looked like a greek god. I think I might have another gift but I'm not sure I should tell Carlisle, there's just something off about why he won't tell me about how I became a vampire or what happened to me that night. 

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Today is the day of the confrontation. Just last night I found out about vampires and now I might face death himself. And just today I found out werewolves or shifters exist, is everything in the books true then? I can feel my chest curl into itself and I feel myself internally hyperventilating. Can vampires do that? Well if they can that is exactly what is happening to me. I was placed between Vladimir and Stefan because apparently I should blend in and be more in the background then in front with the others. The Cullens think if the Volturi find out about me they might face a punishment of some sort.

But these two vampires are freaking me out slightly, they had an eye on me constantly, as if I were some criminal or something. With the confrontation I am fighting the urge to just disappear, I don't want part in this. It's not like I could be of help anyways, I can't really turn invisible on command, it just happens and turning visible doesn't always work when I want it to. The other gift I have, I still have no idea how it works or what it is exactly. 

Everyone is standing on guard waiting for the Volturi to arrive. I think the longer we wait the longer I feel my anxiety rise. I saw Vladimir move slightly, I followed his gaze to see a whole army of cloaked figures, they all moved in sync and let a smaller group move forward, those are definitely the kings with their guards. When they all stopped walking, they removed their cloaks and my eyes widened in shock. Why are they all really good looking? The big guy looks even more scary than Emmett, he’s basically towering over everyone. The other two I see are what I can assume are twins, they look alike except for the girl having blonde hair and the guy having brown hair. I heard the others say they are the most dangerous ones. I look at the kings, the only one who looks like he would kill everyone is the blonde one, he seems like the anger issues type of guy- err vampire. 

It seems I forgot to analyze another guard, he was slightly out of my view but how can anyone ignore his presence. I think this was the guy from Alice vision, in person he's more gorgeous. His lovely blonde hair styled to look like spikes, how his face is so symmetrical, he was indeed handcrafted by the gods.

I saw his gaze shift to meet mine, and oh dear gosh, a strong feeling overcame me. I don't even know what this feeling is, it's like an invisible string is trying to pull me toward him. I want to give in but I'm scared of what this is and I'm also scared that I might die right here. His focus was on me the whole time as the others spoke, there was even a point where he turned to the bored looking vampire to ask something which concluded with a nod from him. 

I don't even know what to center my fear right now, the fear from what is happening or the fear of this strange feeling I have with the breathtaking vampire. My attention on him was paused as I saw the blonde twin try to do something but that Bella girl used her shield, the blonde girl even looked at me but something odd happened. She clutched herself as if she was in agonizing pain and fell to her knees, my eyes widened slightly as her twin brother was at her side trying to somewhat resolve her pain.

Even the other Volturi members were shocked, the same twin boy turned his gaze to us and the anger that reflected his eyes was the most terrifying thing to witness. Out of his pure instincts he released a black smoke that also came out of my hands. I started to panic and the witnesses around me were also panicking, a bunch of them hissed for me to stop but I didn't know how or what was even happening.

A loud stop from the Volturi's side made everything go back to normal, the smoke was gone, the girl who was in pain stopped clutching herself and the boy's face was back to its resting form. Even the smoke I somehow had coming out of my hands had vanished. The king in the middle was the one who shouted stop from what I can tell.

“And who is this? She seems to have a very similar ability to one of my guards”

Carlisle who still had a confused looked form the earlier actions done by me “She’s part of Vladimir’s and Stefan’s coven”

The way the two vampires looked at Carlisle at the mention of their name would have left him buried six feet under. I could tell whatever plan the doctor had in mind was not planned. I mean even I was not aware of the plan to start off with, I was just told to stay quiet in the back and not turn invisible until they commanded me to. Vladimir not wanting to be thrown under the bridge or face any death just like me didn't let his voice be unheard 

“Still low of you Carlisle, he’s lying to you”

The look on the vampire king's face can be best described as if someone stabbed him in the back.

“Oh? Please do tell”

“She’s a newborn that Carlisle himself turned just recently”

“Oh my, bring her forward now”

I looked around the witness who was just staring at me as if I grew a second head. Carlisle gave me a look to go to them, so I walked toward the other coven, twiddling my fingers to try to calm my nerves down. So this is it then? This is how I die? As I got closer the elegant vampire kept his gaze on me, it almost looked like he was forcing himself to not go to me, like he was chained down. When I was a good ten feet away from them the tall muscular vampire one grabbed me. He had a strong hold on me, if I were human, painful bruises would indeed be forming at that instant. Again that handsome vampire looked like he was about to go to me but he stood his ground. The raven one came to me closer to introduce himself

“Hello dear, what is your name?”

“Y/n”

“Now do you mind offering me your hand?”

“My hand?”

He looked a bit impatient but smiled, a creepy smile but smiled nevertheless. “Well you see I have gift of being able to look at every thought and memory with just a touch”

“Oh, I see”

I offered my hand and was instantly reliving my every thought and memory as he said but as for my incidents with Edward, Alice, and the twins I could see his every thought and memory. I saw that he wanted Alice to be part of his coven, he was thinking of just forgiving the Cullens, I even saw memories of the handsome guard who I found out his name is Demetri. It just rolls out so naturally, it's as if I was born to say his name. Aro let go of my hand after a while with a bewildered look

“Interessante, I’m sorry for the troubles you been through, but it appears you have two gifts–”

Before he could continue, the sad looking vampire rested a hand on Aro’s shoulder and he turned to him to grab his hand like he did with me. With this case when I looked at the emotionless vampire I was able to see a red string that was connecting me and Demetri. It was the richests of red I have ever seen, come to think about it, it looks like his eyes. When he let go, Aro made one of the creepiest laughs I have ever heard to humankind, straight from a horror film. 

“It appears our own Demetri has found his mate”

If I could I would shiver at the mention of Demetri’s name. The mentioned name looked at the kings with anticipation, I mean I for sure wanted answers of what is going to happen.

“Felix you can let her go now, she’s no danger to us, on the contrary she’s going to join us”

I was let go by Felix “Join you? Why?”

“Well you see dear you are the mate to one of our guards, and we would hate for him to be miserable or lack on his missions if his mate is not kept safe, maybe with time you could join him in missions”

If I'm getting this straight, if I don't join then my ‘mate’, that’s a strong word to use, will be sad and won't be able to do his job correctly. Or I stay with the people who basically kidnapped me from the life I had, turned me into this bloodthirsty monster –currently I am still thirsty– and just threw me into a situation that I was nowhere prepared for. But again I don't even know Demetri, what if he’s cruel, what if he treats me like the Cullens? My thoughts started to spiral at a point where I was one with my mind and nothing around me existed anymore. If it weren't for the husky addicting voice I would have gone mental.

“Master? May I have a word with her?”

“Go ahead, she’s your mate after all”

I felt the warmth of his soft yet rough hands. I looked into his eyes and he gave me a small hesitant smile, oh I can get used to that. I need to see his real smile now.

“Hello cariño, I am Demetri, I am aware you know nothing about me neither do I about you, but I can promise you if you come with me and my coven, I will give you anything you want, give you a life humans can never come close to having, I will promise you an eternity of love and happiness”

So this is love? The way he speaks is straight from a romance novel. And the way his face glows makes it all more sincere and truthful, heck I just want to run away with him. I was about to say something to him when I heard them. The Cullens along with their witnesses whispering about me.

“A traitor”

“All that hard work to get her here for her just to abandon us”

“I knew there was something off about her”

“Carlisle do something”

“She can’t go”

“If she goes with them, then the Volturi have more power”

“She would be stupid to go with them”

“Indeed”

“She was a mistake”

I wanted to use that gift to disappear at that moment, I didn't ask to be placed in this situation to start off with. I was forced and manipulated. 

“You promise”

His hesitant smile turned genuine “I promise amore, forever and always”

Aro literally was beaming with anticipation for my decision, reminding me of a child waiting for the final decision of their parents to let them go to a sleepover at a friend's house. I nodded which caused Aro to clap with joy 

“Magnifico my dear” His attention turned to the vampires behind me “She will be coming with us, if you dare interfere, we will wipe you out without hesitation”

Ok that’s scary but I can tell he’s serious. I could see the blonde king with a proud smirk but Demetri pulled me into his side.

“Nobody will ever take you away from me from now on”

I gave him a weak smile as we walked off the snowy battleground. I didn't ask for this new life, but maybe it won't be so bad with him.