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Ovulation pain puts a real damper on that increased libido 🥴

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Little Darling

Chapter 2 - Love's in hiding

It's 1997, and Elvis is still alive and well. He quit music in 1972 after a successful world tour, and now he runs Presley Studios - teaching people karate across America. His daughter and grandchildren are regular visitors at Graceland, and when he’s in Memphis he likes to do a little teaching. His life is quieter now, though. Most of the Mafia have gone - going to live their own lives - and after his divorce from his second wife, Elvis is sworn off women for good. Will a Welsh girl with a wicked sense of humour be the one to make him break his promise to himself not to fall in love again?

Need to catch up? Go here.

Pairing: Old Man!Elvis x OC - Tegan, a Welsh girl he meets at karate.

Word count: 4.3K

TWs: Angst, body image issues, thigh riding.

A/N: Thanks all for the lovely comments on the last part. I'm planning on posting every other day so that I can make the Christmas part line up with Christmas... but we'll see!

“We need to make you look so good there’s no way he can say no.”

Maria is a woman on a mission. She’s standing with her hands on her hips, eyeliner pencil between her teeth, looking like she’s planning a military operation. When she’d heard from Tegan what had happened she’d been annoyed and her protective instincts had kicked in, suggesting not going to Graceland and even not going back to karate until Elvis left again. But that wasn’t what Tegan wanted, not really. So she switched to second best, which is making Elvis sorry he’d said he just wanted to be friends. This had led her to turn up bright and early at Tegan’s flat to make her shower, shave, bluff, pluck… and anything else that she could think of. Nails are painted and whilst they wait for them to dry she tries in vain to get her friend to wear anything on her face other than a little mascara. 

Tegan shakes her head. “I’m terrible with make-up. I’ll just get it everywhere and eat all my lipstick off.”

Maria sighs but eventually decides to let it go, knowing she’ll have a battle on her hands anyway when it comes to choosing a swimsuit. And when the other woman comes out wearing a frumpy-looking one piece she knows she was right. 

“You can’t go in that. Why don’t you wear a bikini?”

“Lisa said swimsuit.”

“I think you’re taking that a bit literally. I’m sure she just meant swimming costume generally. She definitely didn’t mean that ugly thing.”

Tegan grumbles, looking down at her swimming costume. She doesn’t think it looks that bad, but she’ll have to let Maria win on something. She already conceded the make-up thing, she’ll probably make the clothes her hill to die on. She goes back into her room and changes into a pink two piece, which does look better, though it’s a bit bright. She’s not sure what possessed her to buy it in the first place, really. 

“Oh that looks good. What about that?”

Tegan screws her face up. “I dunno, Mar. It’s a bit… garish.”

“You’re a bit garish,” Maria jokes, gesturing at Tegan’s extensive tattoos. 

“Hmmmm. I don’t have to go in the pool, you know. I can’t swim. Maybe I’ll just conveniently forget my swimming stuff.”

Maria shakes her head. “No. He’s going to know what he’s missing out on.” She gets up and bodily pushes Tegan back into her room again. “Why don’t you try the black one on?”

The black one seems like the best option, even though Tegan can’t quite get her head around the idea of stripping off to what she considers her underwear in public. She’s never been big on bikinis on the beach either. After some debate she decides on a long floral summer dress, and spends the next half an hour curling her hair. 

“I don’t know why I’m doing this. I have to put it up anyway.”

“No you don’t. You look good with your hair down.”

“But it’s hot. And you want me to go in the pool.”

“Why don’t you arrive with your hair down and then put it up if you want to get in the pool?” 

Tegan groans. “Okay. Fine. But it’s your fault if I get there looking like a sweaty mess.”

Maria just decides to take that, resisting the temptation to talk about the air conditioning in the car. Some things just aren’t worth it. 

When she’s finally ready Tegan makes herself a gin and tonic and waits for an hour before leaving, chatting with her friend and drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. Maria had suggested it was better to make Elvis wait and she’d agreed, but she's nervous and she doesn't want all this extra time to think in. Graceland seems like such a fabled place, almost the stuff of dreams, that she can't quite believe she's going there. 

Maria gives her a big hug goodbye and some encouraging words before she sets off. She offers again to go with her, but Tegan thinks she should go on her own, since she was the only one who was strictly speaking invited. She doesn’t love talking to strangers, but at least Lisa will be there. And Elvis. He did say he wanted to spend more time with her, even if it was as friends. 

***

Elvis spends most of the day pacing about the house and trying to find things to keep his hands busy. And then when guests start to arrive, he insists on answering the door himself, every time wondering if it will be Tegan. On more than one occasion Sonny tries to tell him that he can just look and see who it is on the CCTV, but he’s not listening. The house is getting full and she still hasn’t arrived. Why did he let Lisa invite her? Or, more to the point, why did he say he wanted to see her as a friend? He doesn’t want to see her as a friend, that’s bullshit and he knows it. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he stands in the living room, watching people mingle. A friend is all she can be. He’s been down this road before and it ended terribly. He can’t put himself through that again. 

When the doorbell goes at around 4pm, Elvis strides over to the door as usual and flings it open. He’s so used to it not being Tegan, that when he looks and it is her he almost doesn’t recognise her. That, and the fact that she looks completely different out of her karate gear. Her dark brown hair is streaked with grey and frames her face in a sea of loose curls, and her eyes somehow look especially green. His eyes dart over her face and then trail down her body, and he can’t help noticing how good her breasts look in the long summer dress she’s wearing. He clears his throat and quickly looks back up again, but not before he sees her painted toenails. Cute feet, he thinks. He’d noticed them during class, but she didn’t usually paint her nails. 

“Well hi here.”

Tegan smiles. It’s hard not to smile at him. “Hi yourself. Can I come in?”

Elvis gestures dramatically with one arm, making her laugh a little. She steps inside the house and lets him lead her around, his hand on her elbow. He immediately starts introducing her to people, a sea of names she has no hope of remembering. Then he takes her outside, where there are sun loungers and even more people. She looks around, feeling a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of strangers, as he sits down on a lounger, striking up conversation with a couple of guys near him. She stands there awkwardly for a minute, before realising he’s expecting her to find somewhere else to sit. 

She wanders to the nearest free one, looking around for Lisa and sitting down when she fails to see her. People nearby introduce themselves and make a little idle chit chat, and then go back to talking to one another. She feels like everyone knows each other, and she’s the odd one out. Lying back on the lounger with her sunglasses on, she wonders why on earth she didn’t bring Maria, who absolutely thrives in this sort of situation. That’s why they were such good friends. Tegan doesn’t think of herself as an introvert, exactly. But she feels awkward in situations like this, and Maria definitely doesn’t. She just didn't expect quite this many people. Sighing softly, she thinks about how she's misinterpreted him again somehow. Will she ever learn?

Elvis isn’t that interested in this conversation with Sonny and Joe but he felt like he had to do something to stop Tegan sitting with him. Although now that’s all he wants, stealing little glances at her lying on her lounger, basking in the sun. He might’ve thought of her as a little cute before, but in that dress her body is becoming a bit of a distraction. He needs to take his mind off it. 

“Hey Charlie, let’s start a pool game!” He calls over to his old friend. 

Charlie’s enthusiasm for following Elvis’ instructions hasn’t dimmed over time, much to his wife’s irritation. He immediately shouts “yes boss!” strips down to his trunks and grabs the nearest inflatable ball. Elvis continues with the instructions, telling people to get into teams and explaining the rules which he’s mostly just made up on the spot. The noise and general jostling of her lounger make Tegan open her eyes again and sit up, trying to work out what’s going on. One of the women nearby turns to her. 

“You wanna join? They’re playing some kind of ball game in the pool.”

She doesn’t. She doesn’t want to strip off in front of people and she also doesn’t really like swimming pool games, since she can’t swim. But then she thinks of Maria’s voice in her head, telling her she has to show Elvis what he’s missing out on. And how long it took for the two of them to agree on a bikini. She should probably try and show willing, and at least this seems easier than making small talk about other people’s small children. 

“Yeah, why not.”

There are so many people chaotically stumbling around, taking their clothes off, shouting and some even pushing each other into the pool that Tegan feels like she gets in fairly unnoticed. Elvis notices though. He has to make an effort to keep his mouth from falling open. She has the most tattoos of any woman he’s ever seen, and as she turns to fold her dress up and place it on the lounger, he notices she has the best ass he’s seen in a long time too. He watches her get into the pool slowly and carefully, standing at the shallower end. This is actually not less distracting than her being on the lounger at all. This is a lot more distracting. The only solution is to cause as much chaos as possible. 

“Alright, let’s go!” He shouts, and then absolute pandemonium breaks loose. 

There are people diving for the ball left, right and centre, people being tackled, pushed under the water and all the while they’re shouting for some kind of judgement from Elvis as if he’s an impartial referee. But he just keeps changing the rules. Tegan looks in disbelief as it all unfolds around her. A lot of the guys are the same sort of age as Elvis and not all of them look in as good health as he does, so it’s somewhat alarming to see them behaving in such an unhinged way over a beach ball. He continues to make arbitrary decisions on scores and yells at the top of his lungs whenever one side seems to be clearly winning against the other. Tegan has a strong urge to put her fingers in her ears. She had imagined a much more sedate affair when she’d heard the words Saturday afternoon barbeque. She knew that Elvis and his friends had a reputation of being loud and even a bit obnoxious when they were younger, pulling pranks and playing games, but she hadn’t thought they’d still be doing it in their sixties. When everyone starts to slow down due to obvious tiredness Elvis suggests a five minute break and Tegan breathes a sigh of relief.

“Why don’t you get in here, E?” Someone calls. 

“Nah. I’m good.”

Sonny shakes his head, deciding he’s had enough of being told what to do for one day and getting out of the pool. 

“You’re going in. Up to you whether you take your shirt off first.”

Tegan watches as the pair of them scrap, laughing and slipping around on the edge of the pool before Sonny jumps back in and pulls Elvis, fully-clothed, in with him. 

“Sonofabitch,” Elvis laughs, whipping his head round to get his wet hair out of his eyes. 

Tegan can’t help smiling to herself seeing him so wet. It seems like justice since he’d been one of the primary instigators of making so much noise. 

“That’s what you get for not joining in,” she mutters. 

Elvis spins around, finding her right behind him. “Oh. Is that so, Queenie? Ya don’t look too wet yerself.”

Before she can say anything in response he starts splashing her. She squeals and jumps up to sit on the side of the pool, wiping her face with both hands. Grateful she didn’t take Maria’s advice and put a full face of make-up on. 

“You’re going to ruin my hair,” she tells him as he stands between her legs, a hand on either side of her hips on the side of the pool. “It took ages, you know.”

“It still looks good,” he tells her, unable to help himself gazing into her eyes. 

“Well I’m sure it looks better than yours right now,” she replies, a teasing smile on her face. 

“What d’ya mean?” He demands, fake outrage in his voice as he pushes it back from his face and tries to style it into the way he used to wear it in the 50s. “Ya don’t like this?” He curls his lip into a sneer and she cracks up immediately. He looks like one of those impersonators she sees at the seaside when she goes home. A middle-aged man pretending to be something he’s not. 

“I love it,” she replies, still sniggering. 

His eyes trail over her body almost against his will and hers linger on the way his wet shirt is clinging to his torso. He breathes out a little sigh. She looks so damn good in this bikini, he thinks. He has to move before he does something he regrets.

“Right, that’s enough rest for you reprobates. Back ta the game!”

Tegan lets go of the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, and slides back down into the pool for another round of fight to the death over a beach ball. She looks over at him a few times, now playing as well as deciding all the rules, and feels a tingling start between her legs. He looks good all wet, she thinks. She breathes out hard and narrowly avoids being hit in the face by the ball, dodging to the side and then getting out of the pool. That’s enough watersports for one day. 

She pulls on her cover up and lies back down in the sun, wondering again what’s going on with Elvis. He had looked so close to kissing her, but then changed his mind and went back to the game. She just can’t figure him out, and eventually she gives up trying, unable to work it out with just pure logic. Instead she wonders when this so-called barbeque will actually start. She tries asking a few people but only gets vague responses. She’s getting really hungry, but it seems like everyone else is just content to drink and play pool games, and she still can’t find Lisa, though she’s afraid to venture too far into the house. Elvis is still avoiding her, so she starts to wonder exactly what she’s doing here at all. She decides maybe it’s time to leave. 

“Elvis.” She stands next to his lounger, her bag on her arm. 

“Yes, honey.”

“I’m gonna go. I um… yeah I think I should go.”

She sees his face start to screw up in confusion and then decides she can’t manage this conversation and turns on her heel, quickly striding through the outdoor area and into the house. 

Lisa sees her walking through the house with her bag on her shoulder, heading for the door, and runs to where her dad is still sitting, dumbfounded. “If you don’t go after her, I will. And there’s no telling what I’ll say.”

Elvis sighs and gets up, picking his way through the people and their possessions, all strewn about the place. 

“Tegan! Tegan! Wait!”

She’s right at the front door, and she knows she could just open it and leave. But there’s that pull again, that magnetism. It’s like she’s powerless to resist him. She turns around, reluctantly, and finds him much closer than she’d imagined. He puts a hand on either side of her shoulders, against the door, almost pinning her there. He’s panting a little from moving so quickly and she can feel his breath on her face.

“Don’t go, Queenie.”

His wet hair flops down into his face and his blue eyes stare deeply into hers. She feels like a tiny insect under a microscope, trapped beneath his gaze.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Elvis. I can’t take these mixed signals anymore and I… I just want to go home. Everything here is so… loud.”

As if to prove her point, there’s a loud bang from outside and then a cheer. 

Elvis carries on looking at her in that intense way, really wanting her to stay now.

“Okay, they are a little loud,” he concedes. “Sorry, honey. And I… I’m sorry ‘bout the other thing, too. But I don’t want ya t‘leave.”

His eyes flick down to her lips and then back to her eyes. He can’t help himself. The way her cover-up is sticking to her wet bikini top, making it see-through, is driving him crazy and all he wants to do is kiss her. And then run his fingertips all over her body.

He’s so close she can feel the heat radiating off him. There’s something in his eyes that makes her think he’s going to kiss her, and then when she looks back at him he does, soft lips pressing gently against hers. He pulls back, and before he can ask if that was okay, she’s tugging his head back down to crash their mouths together this time. Elvis Presley is kissing her in the doorway of Graceland. And he’s just as good a kisser as the girls’ annuals and gossip magazines when she was a teenager suggested he might be. His tongue explores her mouth patiently and gently whilst hers presses urgently deeper and deeper, her hand on the back of his neck pulling him in closer. She wants all of him. She wants this kiss to just go on forever. 

When they eventually pull apart, they stare at one another breathlessly for a minute and then both giggle, like teenagers. 

“C’mon. Yer not gonna leave now, are ya?” Elvis asks.

She smiles. “No, I guess not. Although I’m going to have to have some of this promised barbeque food soon, I’m starving.”

“Thought ya seemed a little hungry,” he teases, taking her hand and pulling her back outside. 

***

Elvis instructs someone or other to fire up the barbeque and manages to tear himself away from talking to everyone else to spend some time with Tegan. After actually being fed and drinking more than a few cocktails, Tegan and Lisa get to talking and by the time she looks around the party has really thinned out. She sees Elvis laying back on a lounger, surveying the mess and listening to the dying sounds of the party inside. She gets up and wanders towards him and he spreads his legs, patting the space between them. 

“C’mere.”

Despite the kissing and the cocktails, Tegan is still not about to sit right up against someone unless they specifically ask, so she settles somewhere near the bottom of the lounger. Elvis shakes his head and clicks his tongue, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him so that she’s right between his legs, her back against his chest. It’s one of his old moves that he barely thinks twice about, although he really hasn’t tried it for a long time. It works though, she relaxes against him, smiling at the feeling of him wrapped around her, his arms around her waist. 

He kisses her temple. He’s missed touching a woman like this, but he can feel it all coming back to him like riding a bike. “Y’look so good, Tegan,” he murmurs in her ear. 

She giggles. “It’s Teh-gaan,” she teases. 

He squeezes her more tightly and exaggerates the Welsh pronunciation in her ear, his breath tickling her. “Teeeeehhhh-gaaaaan.”

She keeps giggling, trying to wriggle away from his tickling lips. “Stop it! Ha!”

He kisses underneath her ear and thinks of something. “Is it Welsh? What does it mean?”

She nods. “It means darling. Or, loved one. Or, literally, toy.”

Elvis’ eyes light up and he nuzzles her neck. “Little Tegan,” he murmurs. 

“Tegan bach,” she replies. 

“What?”

“That’s “little darling” in Welsh.”

“Say it again.”

She turns her head to look at him. “Tegan bach. You have to make a noise like a cat hissing. Chhhhhh.”

They both snigger, and Tegan thinks that this is her favourite way to be with him. When his face is all scrunched up with amusement and his eyes are shining. When he’s looking at her like she’s the only girl in the world.

“Tegan bach,” he tries, and it’s not a bad attempt. 

“Yeah. That’ll do.”

She lies back down again and he nuzzles into her neck again too. There’s something very comforting about it for both of them, and part of both of them wants to stay in this position forever. But that’s not practical. 

“I should go home,” she says, after a while. 

Elvis sighs. If he were much younger he’d definitely have asked her to stay. But she’s probably right about going home. 

“Can I drive you?”

“Yes please. I’ve had too many margaritas to do it myself.”

They walk towards the front door together, Tegan gathering her things on the way. Elvis tells Sonny what he plans to do, and that he’ll call when he gets there so someone can pick him up and take him back to Graceland. Luckily Sonny had decided not to drink, having the feeling he might be needed for some foolish task or other. He doesn’t like Elvis doing this kind of thing, although he’s bothered a lot less by fans than he used to be, it still seems like an unnecessary risk. On the other hand, he hasn’t shown this much interest in a woman for a long time. So Sonny just nods and says he’ll wait for the call. 

There aren’t many dedicated gate fans nowadays, and certainly not at this time of night, so no-one sees Elvis driving a woman out of Graceland in her car. As soon as they’re clear of the gates he pulls Tegan closer to him, his arm around her shoulders for most of the journey. She’s not sure that’s exactly safe, but she likes the way it feels so she doesn’t say anything. 

She lets him into her apartment so that he can use the phone, and once he’s got hold of Sonny he sits down in her armchair. 

“He’ll be fifteen or so. Why don’tcha c’mere?”

Once again, Tegan isn’t sure exactly what he means, and she thinks it’s a bit forward to just sit on his lap, so she walks towards him until she’s stood between his spread thighs. He shakes his head a little and with what she considers to be a surprising show of strength, picks her up with his hands on her waist and plonks her down so she’s sat straddling his thigh. She rests her hands lightly on his shoulders, trying to steady herself as she feels her heart beating out of her chest. 

“Can’t take my eyes off ya,” he tells her, his hands running all over her body. 

She blushes, then leans forward and captures his lips in another kiss. Smiling against her, his big hands run up her thigh, her back. 

“Can ya take this off?” He mumbles against her lips, pulling lightly at the sleeve of the cover-up. 

She nods and pulls it up and over her head, sitting there in just her bikini now. He can tell how much she likes kissing so he pulls her into another passionate one, feeling as she responds, her hands on the back of his neck, tongue exploring his mouth. She starts to rock her hips just a little, enjoying the feeling of rubbing herself against him. She loves the way his hands hold her, with just the right amount of pressure. One makes its way to her hip and starts to help manoeuvre her, dragging her against him. She breathes a little harder and presses her body against his, leaning her head on his shoulder. His fingers grip her hips as his other hand moves there too, rolling her pussy against his leg. He tries to listen for her reaction, but she’s so quiet he can’t tell if she’s getting anywhere. 

“Is it good, honey?”

Tegan breathes out a little sigh. “Yeah.”

He kisses her neck as he carries on moving her, bouncing his leg a little at the same time, listening as her breathing gets faster and louder and she lets out a tiny moan. 

“Relax, baby. Yer all tense.” 

He can feel her body, taut like a bow, like she’s straining for something. She is. It’s good, but it’s not getting her anywhere, and she can feel herself getting frustrated. Just then, there’s a bang at the door. Sonny. She jumps up and reaches for her cover-up, pulling it back over her head. 

“You better go.”

Elvis is stunned at how quickly she moved. And he can’t remember the last time he left a woman unsatisfied. 

“I uh… Sonny can wait y’know. If ya wanna finish.”

Tegan laughs. “Sonny’ll be waiting until the sun comes up at this rate.”

She sees Elvis’ reaction and immediately realises what she’s said, putting her hand over her face. “I didn’t mean… it’s not your fault. It’s me. I’m like this.”

Elvis shakes his head, getting up and putting his arms around her. God, he really wants to stay. If only he could. “Not your fault at all honey, I rushed it. I’ll take my time, next time.”

Tegan looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, next time, is it?”

“Mmmm.” He pulls her into another kiss and she feels dizzy. 

There’s another bang at the door. 

“You better go.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Elvis puts his lips to her ear again and murmurs, “think of me while ya finish, hm?”

Tegan grins, letting him kiss her goodbye and then watching as he walks down the stairs to the door. 

It wouldn’t be the first time, she thinks to herself.

***

Part 3

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requested by: abbbbsolutely no one lmao

notes: hey y'all. so this has been sitting in my docs since challengers came out and I just finished like at 5 am this morning. i have 2 or 3 other wips for challengers too lmao. but pls absolutely no hate to tashi. i love mean women ok ok.

warnings: alla them. cursing, significant age gap, cheating, double penetration, pleasedontmakemeincludeeverynastythingiwrote, just please read at your own risk!!!

song

you felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head for the 6th time this class period. if you didn’t need this course to graduate, you wouldn’t be here. there was 20 minutes left until you could leave and go practice with your incredibly attractive tennis coaches, the famous art donaldson and patrick zweig. your father had been a big fan of tennis, even partaking in a few lessons in high school. so, when he found out that you’d be playing in college, he was elated. 

as tennis was a big part of your life, there’s no way you didn’t know about art, patrick, and tashi. you’d been to a few of their games, even met them once. how you got two of the best tennis players in the country as your fucking tennis coaches bewildered you. they’d been teaching since your freshman year of college. let them tell it, they found you through one of your games, saw the potential you had, and wanted to teach you how to be the best that they knew you could be. 

that was only the partial truth, though. they did find you through your games, but to be honest, they didn’t really give a fuck about how well you played. they were really just two pervy old men who happened to stumble across you. something about you made them want you. they had to have you. art battled with his attraction towards you, he was a family man. and, old enough to be your father. but, he couldn’t help himself when he watched the way your tennis skirt flew up in the wind. some days you’d be wearing shorts and other days you weren’t. either way, he loved seeing the plumpness of your ass. 

patrick, on the other hand, fully embraced it. he nearly came from the feeling of your ass pressed against him while he was “fixing” your form. it took everything in him not to start rutting against you right then and there. he didn’t try to hide the fact that he ogled the way your tits bounced with every movement. don’t even get him started on your grunts. sometimes, he wondered how you’d react if you knew that he thought about them while he fisted his cock at night. 

you weren’t allowed to have a boyfriend. not that you cared for boys anyway. not the ones at your school, at least. when your mom asked if anyone had caught your interest yet, you couldn’t say that it was your hot 40-something-year-old coaches who interested you. certainly not that one is married and a father to a beautiful little girl. and the other is a washed-up, nymphomaniac trust fund baby. so, you’d say no. and, she’d smile and tell you how important it was to focus on school. but how could you focus when you thought about being fire and ice’s personal cum dumpster all the time?

when your professor announced that class was over, you all but rushed to your dorm. you threw your things down, rushing to get ready for your lesson. you showered with your good body wash and your cocoa butter body oil. did your light skincare, styled your hair, and doused yourself in vanilla perfume. you checked yourself in the mirror, making sure that your lip combination was perfect. you always found yourself wanting to look the very best for your men. when you were satisfied, you shot art a text letting him know that you were on your way. 

when art received your text, he immediately told patrick. they had been debating on if they should make their attraction known to you. patrick, of course, was all for it. he had been basically trying to fuck you since he laid eyes on you. but, art wanted to be respectful of all parties involved. “we can’t just spring this on her, you know that, right?” art looked over to his already drooling best friend, hitting his leg to get his attention. 

patrick smirked at art’s nervousness, he’d always been shy when it came to beautiful fucking women. he thought back to when they were both trying to pursue tashi. he, as always, was more forward with her. however, art, the respectable gentleman he is, took his sweet time. until tashi had chosen patrick over him, and at first he was a bit heartbroken. then, he realized that just because they were dating that didn’t mean he couldn’t have his turn with her. patrick never minded sharing, not if it was with art. 

they shared clothes and food. and, women. and, sexual fantasies. and, their attraction for one another. there had always been some kind of connection between them. it wasn’t strictly platonic or romantic. it just was. and, it’s still that way 20 years later. art was more accepting of it, he embraced it without fear. but, patrick had a hard time doing either of those things. it wasn’t because he was embarrassed, he could never be embarrassed of art. but, no one was there to teach him about bisexuality. it was more taboo than even being gay in his household. the idea wasn’t even a thing until he met art. 

he’d dealt with internalized homophobia, but never felt shame when he was with his best friend. it confused him, but it wasn’t something he’d rather talk about right now. instead, he’d rather talk about you and the way your tennis dress hugged your body. your smell filled the space before you were even standing before him. he stood to pull you into a hug. he fought the urge to run his hands along your sides, massaging and caressing them. 

art was more stoic. he hid his emotions very well. you could never tell if he was displeased with your technique, not even from his tone of voice. patrick didn’t let his emotions slip but he was a little more direct. you’d know if he was slightly disappointed with how you were playing that day. but, that didn’t mean art wasn’t creaming his pants at just how fucking good you looked and smelled. he could just eat you up. 

you paused by the patio door, turning to look at the two men. you looked between them, feeling a tad bit self-conscious at their gaze upon you. your last session didn’t go too well. although, it wasn’t your fault, you were on the receiving end of their brutality. you had overheard them talking while you all were taking a break. tashi had said something to art that he didn’t like again. 

he said that he was tired of the way she treated him. like she was punishing him for retiring, still. you heard him question why they were still even together. if all of this were true then you were questioning why too. but, being on the receiving end of art’s anger excited you a bit. he was dominating. and hard. condescending, not mean. he talked to you like a father would if they were disciplining their child. calm and calculating, art donaldson was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

patrick’s anger was more explosive. antagonistic. he pushed your buttons, made you want to push and shove him. slap him, take all of your frustrations out on him because he lived for that shit. he was a spoiled brat who threw tantrums when your and art’s attention wasn’t on him. patrick zweig brought out one’s worst inhibitions. they really lived up to their names. 

art looked at you with hard eyes, like he was analyzing you. “we have to work on your backhand,” his voice was soft. slightly teasing and alluring, a stark contrast from how he watched you. like he was judging. he wasn’t judging, though. he could never judge his pretty girl. 

patrick watched the interaction. he always watched how art interacted with you. it made him hard thinking about how he was showing his true nature now. yes, arthur can be shy and awkward at times. but, mostly that was a facade. and he has changed. he had gone through too much shit to still be that soft and caring boy from college. whatever revelation art had, patrick was so into it.

you began to pout, shifting your weight to your other leg. “but mr. zweig said that it was perfect.” patrick lied, sue him. he just wanted an excuse to get up close and personal with you. art looked at patrick, who was smirking behind you. you turned to look at the brunette man, frowning at the smirk he wore. fucking patrick. “yes, and patrick isn’t a famous tennis player with an even more famous tennis player as his wife. so.” he stood in front of you. he was so close that you could see the blues and brown in his eyes. 

he stood over you, strong and intimidating. he had his hands behind his back as he bent forward. his lips caressed the shell of your ear as he spoke, “who do you think you should listen to, doll?” your breath hitched at the nickname. usually with art, he’d call you by your name. you didn’t know what changed this time. his eyes moved to patrick who watched from afar. that fucking smirk plastered on his face. 

patrick could see the chill bumps sweep across your skin. maybe he could join in on the fun too. he moved so he was behind you, closer than art was to you. you could feel the girth of his semi-hard cock grazing your back. he looked up at art who was already looking at him. “why’d you lie to her?” art asked. patrick shrugged, allowing his fingers to dance across your hipbone. “she was having a bad day. that fucking professor failed her. i wanted to make her feel better. is that a crime?” 

the air surrounding you was a mix of art and patrick’s scent and your own. it was intoxicating to say the least. but you crossed your arms, turning to face patrick, who looked down at you with that ridiculously handsome face of his. and, that damn smirk. “i’m not some child, you know? you can tell me when i’m doing bad,” they couldn’t take you seriously with that adorable pout on your lips. 

patrick had the audacity to chuckle. without a word, he walked over to the sliding door, leaning against the frame while art talked. “except you are. you throw a tantrum when you don’t get your way, you have never worked a day in your life, you’re 21 and you have people buying you whatever you want.” he laughed softly as he shook his head. “lily doesn’t even act this way.”

you scoffed looking up at him. “i thought you liked playing sugar daddy, though. that wrangler out there sure didn’t come from my father.” it was art who was smirking now. he liked that you were sassy. a little narcissistic, too. he wished he could wipe that fucking smile off of your face. “we won’t be working on your backhand today. instead, you’ll be watching patrick and i, since you can’t fucking play well enough.” you whimpered at that, your pout had made its way back onto your face. “you’re so mean, art.” 

you turned away from him, making your way towards patrick. “yeah, art. that was kinda mean. you ok, pretty baby?” he was mocking you, the bastard. patrick was usually the nicer one, even if there was some underlying reason. art was the more ‘tough love’ kind of guy. he’d chastise and discipline you. and that’s when you’d run to patrick and he’d kiss all of your booboos and comfort you like the spoiled princess you were. 

you rolled your eyes as you pushed patrick away and opened the patio door. you heard him giggle before you set your things down and took a seat alongside the court. truthfully, you loved watching them play. the intensity of it was addicting. whatever bad history they had came to light when they played each other. but, the sexual tension was prominent too. it was enigmatic. no one could reach such intensity like art and patrick. 

it turned you on greatly to see it. their grunts and your already present attraction made you undeniably wet. uncomfortably so. you’d end up showering at art’s place, using the excuse of not wanting to be sticky and sweaty before you went back home. you feared today would be no different. 

you gave them your undivided attention as you watched them. it was unusually hot in new york today, you could visibly see the beads of sweat dripping off of the two men. you wished it was dripping on you instead. the look of seriousness etched onto art’s face was almost enough to make you clutch your pearls. but, it made you clench your legs instead. patrick was less serious. he’d been less serious about tennis since breaking up with tashi and since he’d retired also. 

you learned nothing as art talked to you while he played. you were hardly even registering that he was talking. you must’ve looked like a fool with your legs crossed so tightly over each other, aching for some kind of release that your thighs just couldn’t do justice. you knew what you needed. you knew exactly what it was. you needed art and patrick, desperately so. 

you couldn’t rely on the boys at school to fuck you the way you knew patrick and art could. even when you spent countless nights trying to please yourself, it never satisfied you. 

they talked amongst themselves as they took a break. you tried distracting yourself with your phone while they did so. 

“you know she’s turned on, right?” patrick knew because he observed you. he studied everything you did. how sometimes you twitch when you’re too relaxed. or the very particular brand of lipgloss you use. he knew you when you were anxious and he knew when you were ovulating (because you refuse to be alone with them in fear of not being able to control yourself). art paid attention to you too, but not as much as patrick. 

art could sense that something was bothering you but he didn’t know what. but, the more he looked on he could see your leg bouncing. how you tried to control it by crossing your other leg over it, your obvious avoidance and sudden interest in your phone. 

art finally saw that you wanted them as much as they wanted you. he’d spent so much time battling with his morals for nothing. he didn’t want to wait longer if this is how you were acting. he walked over to you, taking a seat next to you with patrick following behind him. 

you could feel their heat radiating off of them. you were too distracted to be annoyed by it. more focused on the fact that they were caging you in between them. and, then you felt the skin of art’s thigh touching yours. patrick’s too. they were trying to intimidate you and it was working. you listened as they rambled aimlessly about how hot it was as if they weren’t practically on top of you with how close they were. 

then, you felt patrick’s hand on your inner thigh. he was rubbing small circles into the smooth skin. his fingers moved up and up until they felt the fabric of your underwear. patrick was nearly shocked at the dampness of the fabric. he hadn’t expected you to be this wet just from watching them play. but he continued with rubbing small circles, just into your clit now. and, his eyes locked with art’s. they were silently communicating. the looks on their faces said,

“dude?” (art)

“dude.” (patrick)

or however men communicate, but that’s what you assumed they were saying anyway. then suddenly all of their attention was back on you. they only ever dreamed of having you the way they do now, with your legs spread and your hips stuttering against patrick’s arm as you try not to cum. it reminded them of that one time at stanford with tashi. except, you weren’t ashamed to want them both. tashi wanted to maintain her reputation as the good girl of tennis. but you?

you had no reputation to maintain. not like tashi did. you weren’t there yet. but, when the time came for you to shine like the slut star you are, you’d have art and patrick to look out for you. they knew the ins and outs of the tennis world and they knew how to make sure that no one would ever find out how you let them spitroast you.

until then, though, patrick and art will fuck you right here in art’s tennis court. patrick had slipped his fingers inside of your underwear by now. he’s fucked tons and tons of girls in his lifetime, but none of them came close to the wetness that spilled out of you. he just knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself when it came time to stick his dick in you. 

he carried on playing with your clit until your pushed his arm away from the oversensitivity of your orgasm. now, you sat wet and sticky between two incredibly hard men. if only your father could see you now. 

art removed your drenched panties so that he and art could take a look at the pretty little mess between your legs. and they were in awe. something about seeing art on his knees before you made you clench around nothing. you could’ve sworn you heard a moan come from the stoic man, but your ears are still ringing so you’re not too sure. 

he leaned forward and ran his tongue from bottom to top, collecting his juices on your tongue. this time you were sure you heard a groan coming from art. the taste of you drove art crazy. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking you in place, and went to town. he did completely disregard that patrick had already made you cum because he stopped caring about your well-being the moment he got his mouth on you. 

this was for him. art ate your pussy for his sake. you cumming from it was just a bonus. so, he lapped at your clit like a madman. licking and slurping and then tongue fucking, all of it was for his enjoyment. but, he did enjoy the way your legs wrapped around his head as you practically humped his face. he encouraged it. he wasn’t entirely selfish. 

patrick sat beside you still but this time with his dick in his hand. he jerked himself off as he watched patrick eat you out. your moans had become louder now, uncaring of who heard. somewhere in your daze, you managed to wrap your hand around patrick. his eyes traveled up your body until they met yours and you watched each other while he moved both of your hands up and down his cock. the sight of the other added on to the pleasure you both were receiving. 

it wasn’t long before you were both cumming. the warmth of patrick’s cum spreading over your hand triggered your second orgasm. art allowed you to take control while you rode out your high on his tongue, pressing his face into your pussy. patrick watched you like his cum off of your hand with lidded eyes and whimpered at the sight. and, he was hard again. just like that. 

the way you managed to make them feel like horny teenagers again blew their minds. they did fuck other people during your mentorship with them. but, no one made them feel like you were making them feel, rock hard and each ready to pump you full of their cum. 

you hadn’t realized that art came while eating you out until you looked down and saw the wet spot on his shorts. it was your turn to whimper at the sight before you now. after the three of you had shared your glances of realization, there was a rush to get all of your clothes of off. you tried your best on wobbly legs after two orgasms, but you managed to get it done. then, immediately you were all a mess of body parts. all hands and lips were one each other. the three-way kissing quickly turned into two as you removed yourself from the pair. you sat back and marveled at the two men while they tongued each other down like no tomorrow. 

then your hands were on each of their cocks, jerking them off. they still hadn’t realized they were kissing each other until one felt a pair of lips on their neck, placing soft kisses alongside it. patrick pulled away when he realized he was kissing art. then art looked at you at patrick looked at art and you looked back and forth between the two, smiling. still jerking them off, you giggled. “what? like you haven’t done it before?”

you knew something happened between the two men when they were younger. but, they never specified. so you used your imagination. 

your hands moved to caress their faces. you kissed both of them each time while pulling them closer and closer until all three of you were kissing again. your lips moved in sync with the others until they broke away and were both leaving kisses along your neck. their hands squished and squeezed each of your breasts, massaging your nipples. you moaned while they each left love bites on your neck. 

you could feel their precum dripping down your body, you needed to have them inside of you one way or another and they wanted it just as much as you. they helped you onto your hands and knees. one in front and one behind you. patrick lined up with your entrance. you could feel him entering you, slowly at first, then he pulls out. almost fully, and bullies himself back in. not gently but not too rough either. you were well prepared to receive it either way. art allowed patrick to build up a rhythm before he slid himself into the warmth of your mouth. he bottomed out until his cock was well in your throat. 

there were so many noises, one would say it was straight out of porn. the wetness and skin slapping of patrick fucking you from behind. and that ‘schlick!’ sound and slurping as you deepthroating art. and the moaning, too. you were being spit-roasted by two men 20 years older on their not-so-hidden tennis court. it may as well be a porn. 

you could hear them talking about how good you felt and all you could do was moan. patrick had such a grip on you hips, and art held onto your ponytail while he fucked your face. you were so turned on by all of it, you started to cream all over patrick’s cock. and then once his fingers found your clit again, you were squirting around it. your clenching around patrick uncontrollably made him cum. he fucked you until he had nothing left to give. art held you down while he came deep inside your throat. “goood girl,” he moaned as you swallowed all of his cum. 

you hadn’t expected to be fucking your coaches today. but, you’re glad you finally got to experience your true dream. 

[thatonewhoree]

Koba x reader smut

It had taken a long time for Koba to trust me. I knew it wasn’t easy for him, especially after everything humans had done to him. He always had an eye on me ever after I had gained his trust. It was a different look in his eyes now.

I could feel his gaze on me when I was helping to make dinner for the colony that day. I tried to always be friendly with him to show him that I wasn’t like the past humans who had hurt him. He’s a strong warrior and he helped me learn how to hunt. I don’t hunt much anymore; I’d rather help the women and children with things around the colony.

Koba watched her from a far helping with tonight’s dinner. She was the human who had changed his mind; made him see things like Ceaser. The ape king had let her stay after leaving a human group. She helped the colony as much as she could. Koba missed their time together when he was teaching her to hunt. He wanted her next to him again. He wanted her.

Ceaser had noticed Koba starring her. He walked over with a smile on his face and sat down beside his friend.

“You miss her?” Ceaser signed as he sat beside him.

“What?” Koba questioned being taken aback.

“I see how you look at her. Not like human. Something more.” Ceaser signed with a grin coming across his face.

“She is different. Something more. I can’t.” Koba signed his frustration rising within him. Why couldn’t she be an ape? Why did she have to be a human?

“You could. It’s your feelings. Talk to her.” Ceaser signed trying to help his friend.

“I’ll think about it.” Koba signed going back to his starring.

Ceaser frowned and arose from his place. He patted Koba on the back and traveled down the ramp to the dining place.

(Y/N) was busy putting the finally touches on dinner that night. They were having deer with different fruits that the apes had gathered. She could feel Koba’s gaze on her and it made her nervous. She wasn’t scared of him but she didn’t want to mess up in front of him. She felt like she was putting on a show. She looked up seeing Ceaser coming down the ramp from Koba. Koba had his eye fixed on her again and she could feel heat inside her raise. She liked Koba but she knew that even though he liked her as a friend that there was no way that he could see her as a mate. He’d never want to be with her like that.

Before (Y/N) knew it Ceaser was walking through her. Ceaser wasn’t trying to scare her but it seems he did anyway. He broke her stare with Koba by walking up next to her.

“Oh, hey Ceaser, sorry I got distracted.” She said while loosely sighing along with her speaking.

“It’s okay. Any reason for your distraction?” Ceaser signed while looking at tonight’s meal.

“It’s nothing to concern you with.” She said with smile; not trying to sound rude.

“Surprise me.” Ceaser signed plainly. He wanted to know how she felt about Koba.

“Well, I’ve been noticing Koba starring at me. I’m not worried about it but I just wonder what he is thinking when he is looking at me.” She spoke all this not wanting Koba to read her signing. She liked Koba but there was not point in trying to get with him. He would never like her like that.

“He likes you. Try talking to him about it. No point in hiding feelings.” Ceaser signed back wanting their relationship to go somewhere. He wanted both of them to be happy.

“I will try. Maybe I can sit by him tonight at dinner.” (Y/N) signed back with a hopeful smile.

“Good spirit.” Ceaser signed as he left the talk to his wife.

Koba thought about Ceaser words. He didn’t want to destroy their friendship but he wanted her to himself. He wanted to feel her close to him again. He would have to sit beside her at dinner and study her body language when she is around him.

That tonight at dinner, (Y/N) had fixed each groups food so everyone would have enough for their groups. She normally sat with Ceaser’s group so that worked with plan to get closer to Koba. Ceaser and the groups were already sat down when she finally came to eat. Koba had saved her sit right beside him. He made sure that no one would sit there. Koba looked at her when she came up to the group looking for a sit.

“(Y/N), here.” Koba signed as him pointed at the empty spot beside him.

“Thank you, Koba.” (Y/N) signed with a smile as she sat next to him.

“I have something for you.” She signed to him. She pulled berries out of a small bag. (Y/N) hoped that the gesture would show him somewhat of how she felt for him.

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” Koba sighed as he took the berries. It was very kind of her.

The group told stories that tonight that made everyone laugh. The night grew cold and (Y/N) began to grab her arms for warmth.

“Cold.” Koba sighed looking at her.

“Yes, I forgot my coat.” She sighed as Koba wrapped an arm around her and brought her close to him. Koba leaned into her and whispered into her ear.

“It’s okay. I’ll keep you warm.” Koba said looking down at her for her reaction. (Y/N) was blushing up at him. Koba held her close to him.

“Thank you, Koba.” (Y/N) blushed as his hand grip her shoulder. She noticed the group had shocked expressions from Koba’s actions. Koba also noticed this and only held his head higher almost daring someone to say something. The others quickly when back to what they were doing before trying not to stare.

Finally, it was time to sleep and the apes started to clear out of the dinner place. Koba was thinking about what to do next; how to make a difference in their relationship. (Y/N) didn’t want to move but she needed to sleep for the day tomorrow.

“Come with me.” Koba signed as he began to stand. (Y/N) nodded her head and followed him out of the dinner place.

He held her hand as she followed behind him. They came up to his hut and he stopped.

“Would you like to come in? To talk?” Koba questioned as he held the leaf door open. (Y/N) blushed thinking of more than just talking.

“Of course.” (Y/N) said as she went through the door. Koba followed behind her closely then moving in front to light a small fire. His hut was cozy but you could definitely tell that a man lived here.

“Your hut is very cozy.” (Y/N) stated as she sat next to the fire.

“Try to keep clean. Easy. Only me.” Koba stated as he sat down beside her. He tried to get close to her again. They starred into the fire together waiting for the other to speak. Finally, Koba spoke up.

“Miss hunting?” He questioned as he looked at her. (Y/N) turned him understanding the real question.

“I do sometimes but I don’t miss the bears. I miss hanging out with you honestly. You taught me a lot.” You broke eye contact with him after saying this. Becoming embarrassed from telling him this. Koba smiled from hearing this.

“Miss you too. I keep eye on you.” He put a hand on thigh to get your attention back on him.

“I’ve noticed that. You starred at a little more than just me though.” You smiled noticing how close the two of you were getting.

“You are different. Interesting curves.” Koba broke eye contact to say all that. He was honest at least.

“Are you interested in me or my curves.” You giggled as you saw him getting frustrated.

“Both. Want you near me all time. Need you.” Koba said facing you and growing closer to you. You blushed as he finally told you how he felt.

“I understand. I’ve felt like this for a while. I need you in my life. Beside me.” You closed the gap between the two of you with a kiss.

Koba melted into the kiss feeling your hands come up to the sides of his face. His hands when to your hips as he grabbed them and pulled you closer to him. You both pulled a way naturally and looked into each other’s eyes. Koba pulled you into his lap and began to lift your shirt.

“Koba.” You startled him with this and he immediately stopped his actions.

“Sorry. I got carried away.” Koba began to lift you off of him but you stopped him.

“I want this but if we do this then we are together. I am human and you have to be okay with that. If you don’t want to be with me like that then I understand but please I need you.” Hearing this Koba realized that he couldn’t care less what you were and that he loved you more than his original hate for humans.

“I’m yours. You are mine. Need you too.” He pulled off your shirt and began to kiss you again.

His hands when from your hips to your breast and gentle grabbed that them. You broke the kiss and undid your bra exposing yourself to him. Koba didn’t know what to think but he loved how they looked. One hand grabbed at one and the other played with one of your nipples. You moaned into the air as Koba starred at you. You grabbed at his board shoulders feeling the muscles underneath his fur.

“I love how you feel.” You moaned out feeling his muscles tighten. Koba smirked as he placed his mouth around your nipple and began to suck on it. He was gentle, careful not to bite you. You moaned again for him, pushing yourself into him more. You grinned hips onto his feelings his want growing below you. Koba growled into you as he tried to hold himself together not trying to hurt you.

“Can’t hold back. Please.” Koba begged you. He needed you more than ever. You leaned down and kissed him again. You pushed him down so that he was on his back. Koba immediately go on top from this wanting to be in control. You pulled off your bottoms as he starred at you. Your body was so different from his and yet the same. He could see all the scars, freckles, and tiny marks that littered your body. You could always see his scars but he was the only one to see yours. He felt special. You grew nervous under his graze.

“Koba, are you okay?” You questioned starting to worry about him. He shook out of this state and got down to your level.

“Beautiful.” The only word he uttered before kissing you and climbing on top of you. You could feel his cock rubbing against your stomach. He felt big but you couldn’t tell how big. You spread your legs for him as he got in between them.

“Ready? Will be gentle.” He asked looking down at you.

“Yes.” That was all he needed to hear before he pushed into you. He went in slowly trying to hold himself back. You so tight around him and so warm. He was bigger than you thought making you hold on the furs below you as you took him. He pushed all the way in and held himself there hovering above you. Your hips pushed up against him signaling to him that he could move. He began a slow pace trying to be as gentle as possible. It felt amazing but you needed more; you wanted to feel his weight on you. You reach your hand out to him and pull him on top of you. He quicken his pace feelings your arms wrapping around him. Seeing you moaning and breathing heavily wasn’t helping him to keep his slow pace. You need more still, you wanted him to be himself. He was holding back.

“Koba. Please go faster.” That was all he needed to begin to quickly push in and out of you. Your moaning grew louder from his actions and this only caused Koba to go harder as well. He arose from laying on you to grabbing at your hips as he pounded into you. You reached your hand down to your clit and began to rub it. Koba could feel you tightening around him from this action. His cock began to pulse feeling his end coming soon. Your hips matched each other pace as he fucked you into the furs below you. Your climax was coming and you could feel his cock throbbing. He wanted to mark you but he really didn’t want to hurt you.

“Koba, I’m close!” You cried out and he quicken his pace and leaned his head against yours You came moaning as you grabbed at the furs. Koba’s head when down to the area between your neck and shoulder. He came inside you with a low growl coming his throat. He bit you lightly but it was enough to draw blood. You moaned at the pressure. Koba pulled out and laid beside you panting.

“That was amazing.” You stated as you starred at the ceilings then rolling over to look at Koba. Koba looked at you with a smile until he realized that he had marked you making you bleed.

“I’m sorry. Your neck. Should asked.” He apologized looking at your neck.

“It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me. Did you mean it though am I your mate now.” You asked worried that he was just caught up in the moment. You looked at him with worry.

“Will you have me? My mate?” He grinned at his words. He opened his arms to you so you could lay on him.

“Of course.” You giggled back as you laid down on his chest listening to his heart beat. He rubbed your back as you both felt asleep beside each other.

[orangflowalober]

Blessed-Cursed

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Reader

Genre: regency au; isekai au; prince!sunghoon; princess!reader

Summary: Being Crown Princess sounds fun from a modern-day point of view, no? Wrong. Wrong on so many levels. Starting from the fact that you had fight with your hands and legs to do certain things all over to marriage. Yuck. So how do you suppose one acts when their biggest secret is revealed to someone who has the power to have you executed?

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: sharp objects - swords, arrows, daggers; marriage; mushy stuff; implications of hunting animals; death of a bear by reader's hand; let me know if I missed anything!

Series: Enhypen Regency AU

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Spotify playlist (songs I listened to while writing / had in mind while writing) : <3

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You didn’t want marriage.

You didn't want to rule beside another.

You wanted to be the Queen who married her nation.

…

What a dramatic way of saying that you wanted to be Elizabeth the First of this world.

Oh. Right. England doesn’t exist in this world. Or like… any other country that exists on planet Earth.

Anyway. Your name is Lim Anestasia of the Lim Kingdom. However… your real name… is y/n l/n.

You do not hail from this world and yet here you are, living in the shoes of a spoiled princess who could get anything she wanted.

Dying really do be a unique experience.

When you first opened your eyes in this body it was ten years old. You cried. You cried for so long. Women dressed in uniforms of what you assumed were maids rushed in to comfort you and help you stop crying. You couldn’t stop. You didn’t recognise anything or anyone. You don’t remember when was the last time you felt so alone. That only made you cry harder. It wasn’t until a woman with beautiful long brown hair and a worried look on her face came in, that you started to calm down even just a slight bit. After all… your brain recognised the woman as your dearest mother. You cried in her arms for a long time, but in the end… you felt so much better. Now you just pretend that day never happened.

You spent the next two weeks in a daze, looking about and recalling all the memories of your past and present life. Then you realised something. There was a whole mediaeval world out there for you to explore… yet you remain stuck within these walls of a cold and almost empty castle… So you set out back to your room and made a list.

As a Queen to be, there were some issues you wanted to settle. Making a list seemed like the right choice. You were ten now so no one would truly take you seriously and this was fine. It gave you time to plot and plan. But first… for the next few years you would indulge yourself and learn some sports you have had the wish to learn back in your day but hadn’t the opportunity to do so.

The list read:

1.      Learn how to be a brilliant archer!

2.      Learn the art of the sword!

3.      Learn how to be a great horseback rider!

4.      Teach yourself everything you can about the kingdom!

5.      Start taking interest in politics!

6.      Settle dominance so your parents don’t try to set you up at 14.

7.      Steer clear of men in general

8.      Try and turn away as many suitors as possible!

9.      More to be added

Grinning to yourself you put away the stationary and folded the paper neatly. You would hide it in your room in one of the many books you owned.

“Mother. Father.” You greeted, approaching them in the throne room, curtsying in your pale green dress.

“Anastasia,” your mother greeted with a smile gracing her face, “What brings you here my precious daughter?”

“I wish to learn archery.”

The King looked horrified.

Archery wasn’t very lady-like after all. Or any kind of sport, really.

“My dear daughter-”

Welp, you thought, time to pull out the big guns.

You stomped your foot and sniffed.

“But Father!” you yelled through the tears, “I wish to learn archery and I wish to do it NOW!”

You sniffed again and softly glared at the man on the throne who looked to be panicking.

“Of course my dearest!” he responded quickly with a wobbly smile.

Well he switched up fast you thought.

“Really?” you switched up as well, deciding to play the role of a shy child, “thank you” you whispered softly, but loud enough for your parents to hear. You curtsied and left for the library where you would read up on the history of your country.

~

As you grew older, you learned more and more.

By the time you were fifteen you mastered the bow, horseback riding and were well into practice with the sword. Your “love” for studying never faltered and you kept at it relentlessly going through tutors at break-neck speed.

When you turned eighteen, you started getting involved in the rule of your land (with the help of your parents, naturally) and continuously impressed them with your knowledge and how mature and ambitious you were. You mastered the art of the sword and started practising with daggers. It seemed fun so far.

~

Other than all of these impressive achievements, you seemed to rather… lack… in the department of social relations.

Due to the fact that you spent a lot of time either with your nose in a book or practising with a new weapon you picked up, you haven’t had the time to make good acquaintances with the children of other royal families or nobles. At most you could say that you and the prince of the Kim Kingdom were close acquaintances. Sunoo was a rather interesting character whom you had not much trouble interacting with. You even occasionally exchanged letters.

Other than him there was princess Yeji of the Hwang Kingdom, but that was limited only to the balls you both attended.

As such, you haven’t had many suitors, which worried your parents and only served to make you happier.

While you were happy as things were, your parents unfortunately were rather persistent.

“My dearest daughter,” you heard your mother sigh for the nth time that month, as you readied your arrow, “you already turned of age years ago, you must at least look for potential suitors…”

You knocked the arrow. Bullseye.

“It is not my fault all of them are too afraid to even speak to me, mother.”

“What about Sunoo then?” she asked and this time you sighed, “How does he speak so freely with you?”

“You know as well as I do that, we do not speak freely with each other. And besides, we’ve known each other for years.”

“My darling Anastasia,” your mother sighed, taking your filthy hands into hers, “for your mother’s sake,” she whispered, “please, look for a fine suitor. I know that there must be someone who will catch your eye this time. Please my darling daughter.”

She knew you were weak to her pleading. Courtesy of your close bond both with your mother in your old life and this one. You agreed.

It was the first mistake you could have made.

~

You honestly didn’t mean to sound so full of yourself when you said that you were probably the best dressed person at the ball for your birthday.

Simplicity is what will most often catch the eye of others, is something you liked to think. This time was no exception.

The dress you wore was a light pink and it reflected the light due to its shiny material. It was long and flowy, which was brilliant because it meant you could move freely, and you didn’t have to wear petticoats. You honestly did love them, but they were, oh so, impractical. The dress had a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder sleeves. It was tightened around your waist and made your chest look bigger than it actually was, but what annoyed you was that you had to breathe rather shallowly. From the waist down the skirt flowed freely and dramatically.

As they announced your name you walked into the ball with a slight smile and nodded at the present guests before you stepped down the staircase to join the party.

You've managed to stay at the party chatting with anyone and everyone who approached you for a whole hour before your social battery completely died out and you were seconds away from starting to behave like you used to, back home. In the modern world.

“Prince Sunoo,” you spoke to the boy next to you. “Would you mind if I made a quick escape to regain my composure?” you asked with a dazzling smile.

The chubby cheeked boy next to you giggled at how direct you were.

"Why of course, princess Anastasia” he purred with a playful grin, “I shall wait for you here!"

You nodded gratefully at him and swiftly made your way through the crowd and at the back entrance into the beautiful garden your mother loved most.

Sitting down on the grey store bench in front of the small lake filled with water lilies. At least they looked like water lilies.

Sighing, you then placed your fan down onto the seat next to you and reached behind your back to pull on the string which held the corset together and took a deep breath.

Time for my annual rant session, you thought to yourself.

"Marriage" you spat bitterly, allowing yourself to go nuts with anger.

“Why do I have to marry anyone?!? Why is that so bloody important?!" you yelled into the sky, throwing your hands into the air. “Do I have to marry to be Queen?! I mean come on!”

Getting lost in your emotions you failed to realise someone was standing at the entrance of the garden, listening to every word you spoke, slowly making their way towards you.

You groaned loudly as your voice took on a sad, desperate tone.

“Mom… I miss you so much…” you sobbed, “I miss my little sister too… that annoying little stinker…” you sobbed even louder, taking your gloves off to wipe your tears away.

“I miss those stupid gatcha games too” you laughed wetly, “Cookie Run… Genshin… Honkai… both Honkai games actually…” you mumbled the last bit, picking at your freshly manicured nails.

“Why me?” you whispered, sniffing a little.

A crunch of leaves caused you to turn around from your spot on the bench, eyes wide as you faced the intruder.

The man who stood in front of you was possibly the most beautiful man you had ever seen and you knew absolutely nothing about him.

His jet black hair was in rough contrast with his pale complexion. He wore a dark blue waistcoat with golden accents and pure white pants along with knee-deep boots.

His eyes and face was what held your attention at most.

He seemed not to mind your current state, but rather… he looked worried.

You two kept looking at each other, too startled to speak.

Then you remembered what you looked like; mussed hair, undone corset, puffy face and runny nose and you weren't wearing your gloves.

“Are you alright?” he finally spoke, his rumbling and melodic voice sounding genuinely concerned about your wellbeing, extending his hand towards you.

Quickly, you scrambled to stand up, pushing your hand against your corset to keep it in place and responded to him.

“How much did you hear?”

He blinked confused, his hand stopping in its tracks.

“Pardon?”

“I asked;” your voice was high with panic now, “how much of that did you hear?” you felt as though your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“Is that really that important right now?” a seemingly sly smile played on his lips, his hand gently taking hold of your wrist.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you made eye contact with him.

It wasn’t simply because you felt attracted to him. On the contrary, attractive men didn't seem to make your heart skip a beat in this life. It was simple enough really; you were scared.

If he was influential enough, could he get you thrown out of the family? Would you lose everything? Again? Your heart wouldn't be able to stand that.

“P… p-please” you cussed yourself silently for stuttering, while a smile grew on his lips at your mistake, “don't… don't tell anyone!”

You yanked your hand out of his gentle hold and ran back into the castle ignoring his stare and completely forgetting about your gloves sitting on the bench.

After you had made sure you were presentable you went back to the ball room only to see that it was only just now in full swing. You took a deep breath and set off to find Sunoo.

“Princess Anastasia!” you heard someone call.

Turning around, you were met with the smiley face of the Crown Prince of the Park Kingdom.

“Prince Jay” you curtsied, extending your hand for him to take, “it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

The tall, blond man grinned as he pressed a kiss to your gloved hand.

“As it is mine Princess.”

Park “Jay” Jongseong. The Crown Prince of the Park Kingdom. He was smart, cunning and straightforward. That was not mentioning how kind and generous he was. Last you heard he was to be married soon before he assumed the throne of the Park Kingdom.

Again with the whole marriage thing…

“I must admit Princess, I only came to introduce myself and wish you a happy birthday with ulterior motives.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Oh?” you grinned playfully, resting your fan on your bare shoulder.

“I am afraid so” Jay laughed, “You see my brother is rather… shy.” he admitted awkwardly and continued, “But he really wanted to wish you a happy birthday, so I thought I would help him out.”

You smiled with soft eyes.

Jay had a younger brother. Well. “Younger” brother.

The circumstances regarding the two were rather unclear as it was never disclosed into the public eye, but the two had such a close bond it felt awful to speculate just about anything. And so, no one ever pried. The two brothers were, after all, the pride and joy of the Park Kingdom.

“How very nice of you” you hummed thinking of your younger sister in your past life.

“I do try” he smiled gently, noticing your reaction.

“Princess Anastasia,” you heard someone behind you.

As you turned around, your eyes widened scarily wide as you made eye contact with the man from the garden.

“I am Prince Sunghoon” he introduced himself with a slight bow of his head, his hand resting against where his heart was.

Lagging behind, you quickly curtsied and offered him your hand.

He took it gently, impossibility so, and pressed a feather light kiss against your knuckles, never breaking eye contact with you.

Jay, noticing what was going on, made a quiet escape leaving the two of you alone.

You were too scared and entranced with the man in front of you to notice anything.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess.” he spoke slowly, still not letting go of your hand, but you haven’t noticed that yet.

“Likewise” you awkwardly smiled, your heart beating out of your chest in fear.

Sunghoon's eyes glinted in mischief, which caused you to shift under his piercing gaze uncomfortably.

The music which was playing in the background slowly came to a stop and the man in front of you smiled as he turned to face you.

“May I have this dance, Princess?” he asked, lifting your hand higher in the air.

Meanwhile, your brain was an absolute mess. You had no idea what was going on, what this man was plotting or what he could do if you even looked at him wrong.

He currently has the potential to have you sent away.

You couldn’t take that chance.

“Yes,” you spoke slowly, “you may.”

With a bright smile, the tall man led you over to the dance floor.

All eyes were on you as for the first time ever, you joined someone other than your father for a dance.

You were anxious and terrified.

The man opposite you stopped somewhere off the centre of the dancing area and faced you properly.

His gentle smile was throwing you off track and you couldn’t focus on anything but trying not to tick him off.

Letting go of your hand, he placed it on your waist and took your other hand, while you placed a hand on his shoulder.

His giddiness at your action didn’t miss you and it made you nervous.

“Why do you look so nervous, Princess?” he asked with a grin.

Offering him an awkward smile you responded.

“Ah, no! It’s just…” you began as the music started and Sunghoon gently pulled you into a slow waltz.

“I’ve never danced like this with anyone but my father…”

The dark haired man nodded thoughtfully.

“My mistake,” he smiled, twirling you with a mesmerising smile on his face. “I thought it had something to do with our fateful meeting in the garden.”

Had you not returned back into his arms, you are sure you would have fainted.

“Speaking of which,” he continued as if he hadn’t noticed your discomfort, “you left something back there.”

You looked up at him with panicked eyes, not noticing his blush as he recounted the events.

If he says something to someone I’m doomed! You panicked. What did I even leave?!

“I took the liberty of taking them so I could hand them to you now” he spoke, as if your whole world hasn’t turned upside down.

Plural?! You wanted to scream.

“Them?” you couldn’t help but voice.

“Yes…” he hummed bashfully, as he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “You left your gloves behind Princess…”

Cold sweat broke out all over as you remembered what that means in this world.

Much like that one scene in Jane Austen’s book "Pride and Prejudice" with Mr. Darcy and Ms. Elizabeth, touching a lady without her gloves presented an extremely intimate act in this world.

You cussed internally.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry.

“I will leave them in the corridor once the crowds dissipate” He continued, not minding the eyes which were trained on your forms, “You just make sure your maids find them.”

Oh, so, conveniently, the song and dance ended and Sunghoon disappeared into the crowd just as quickly as he had appeared, but not before placing another kiss on the back of your hand.

You liked to think what had happened during your birthday hasn’t affected you.

~

That is a lie.

It has.

You just pretend it didn’t.

After the dance, your mother sent you questioning glances, but you avoided them like the plague until she stopped.

There was another issue, however.

You suddenly began noticing him. And he was everywhere.

A birthday celebration of a noble? He was there.

A charity event for the children of the Lim-Kim region? He was there.

Tournament competition in arts and such? He was bloody there.

And if he could manage to sneak in a dance he would. Every. Single. Time.

At this point, the only time you didn’t see him is when you were avoiding everyone and camping out in the library or in your room.

~

As summer passed and made way for fall, the Lim Kingdom started preparing for the bi-annual Huntsmen Competition.

The bi-annual Huntsmen Competition was held by the Crown for the nobles and other royals of the lands to show off their skills and gain public favour.

A problem has risen this year though…

“We cannot hold the Competition in the Twilight Forest this year” the King announced. “The animal sources are scarce and we risk endangering the ecosystem if we continue to hunt there.”

After much begging and tantrums, he had finally let you participate in these talks. And in the competition, of course. 

I'm going to wipe the floor with those losers, you cackled internally, before focusing back onto the conversation at hand.

“... so in line with that I would recommend the Fiery Forest in the south.” one of the older councilmen huffed out.

"That wouldn't be a smart decision" you hummed in reply, looking at the map, "I propose we request the Kim Kingdom to collaborate using the Spring forests we share at our borders. Our relations are better and they won't try to use this to their advantage.”

Your father and everyone else at the table looked lost for words, before turning to the map in front of them.

“My god, she’s right!”

“Who would have thought?”

Briefly, you saw your father's proud expression as you participated in the conversation even more than before.

~

Being fashionably late is probably your favourite thing to do in this world. And as the Crown Princess, no one had the right to comment on it.

You strutted toward your tent feeling eyes on your figure. 

Why wouldn't they be staring at you anyway?

You were wearing mens attire.

The pants you wore were fitted and black, squeezing around your waist. Tucked into the pants was your favourite flowy white shirt and hanging off your hips was a majestic bastard sword. That was not to mention your favourite bow waiting for you in your tent.

As soon as it was time to set off into the forest, you took the reins of your black horse Stormy and got going when you heard the sound of the horn.

Riding on the back of the horse, you fired arrows, as soon as you caught sight of a moving hide.

By the end of it, you weren’t the best, but you were third best.

You also couldn't help but notice how Prince Sunghoon smiled the brightest when you approached the third place podium.

That was your second mistake.

~

The last time you were in a daze was when you were ten. It's been so long since then that you've forgotten just how easily the feeling creeps up on you.

“Princess Anastasia,” his gentle voice shook you out of your reverie, “It's delightful to see you again.”

You didn’t turn to face him, choosing to only lift your fan up to your face.

“Likewise” you quickly responded, finding that this time you didn’t quite find his mere presence bothersome.

The man hurried to walk in step with you.

“Princess,” he called and the title suddenly felt a lot more like a term of endearment from your past life, “you always say that, yet I feel as though you do not mean it as truthfully as I do.”

You kept quiet, wondering how you could even respond to such a claim.

“You enjoy nature I presume?” he quickly changed the subject. “It seems that every time you and I see each other it is in the gardens.” he smiled softly.

You were currently taking a break from all of the hard work you were putting into studying and practising. 

As a little treat, you thought you could visit one of the more popular gardens in the Kingdom of Lee. They were, after all, most popular for their wide arrangement of flora.

And these flowers and plants never ceased to take your breath away and heal your eyes at the same time.

“Oh… yes, I suppose I do…” you hummed, “It’s rather… calming. I feel at ease to think and the colours soothe my eyes.”

The beautiful man next to you nodded and hummed, looking at you as if encouraging you to speak more.

“You see, I do enjoy reading all the books our library has to offer, but my eyes do hurt after spending too much time in my study…”

“You have your own study?” he asked with an intrigued spark in his eyes.

When you looked at him, you were taken aback by the sheer boyishness radiating from that expression, that you felt the back of your neck heat up.

“I-” you stuttered, “I do. I mean-” you turned away from him swiftly to catch yourself, “As the future Queen, I must ready myself for the incoming troubles of ruling the Kingdom and be a respectable ruler.” you explained.

His head cocked to the side, almost reminiscent of a pupper.

“You do not plan on sharing those burdens with anyone?”

You eyed him.

“You mean marriage?” you spat out the last word venomously. “I will refuse it for as long as I can. Besides,” you huffed, forgetting yourself, “it’s not like I met anyone worthy of marrying me.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

A snort sounded from next to you and you turned startled towards Prince Sunghoon. He held his hand up to his mouth, eyes wrinkled into crescents and he was slightly turned away from you.

“I-” he laughed lightly, his face twisted to make room for his wide smile, “I do not mean to laugh at your- It is only- the delivery-” he kept giggling, unable to finish a single thought.

You only stared at him in awe, your opinion of him changing subconsciously.

“You Highness, Prince Sunghoon,” a butler called from behind you, “Your brother has requested your presence back in the castle.”

“I will be right there Ian,” he said, before turning to look at you, with an impossibly tender look in his eye, “I hope we see each other like this again” he spoke as he took your hand to place a kiss on it, “I had a great time and I hope you did too.”

And then he left.

It felt like a part of you left as well.

~

You have found yourself caught up in Prince Sunghoon’s- or rather, as he insists- Sunghoon’s arms, interlocked into the second dance of tonight.

The ball was a celebration of the spring solstice.

How you ended up in the dark-haired prince’s arms you also couldn’t quite remember.

You also didn’t realise just how funny he was whenever he talked back and you never realised your love for bickering. 

You were having the time of your life.

People were sending you odd looks, seeing you enjoying yourself with the second Park son, seeing as you only ever spent time with the youngest Kim prince and even that was reserved.

But now, you were giggling, laughing and you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Another plus to having Sunghoon’s company: no one was approaching you for mindless small-talk and mentions of marriage.

The Lee castle was beautiful but…

“I heard the Lee’s have the most beautiful garden…” Sunghoon told you with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

He didn’t have to finish his thought. You already knew what he meant as he extended to you and you accepted it without another word.

Your baby blue dress fluttered behind you as you walked down the halls with Sunghoon, both of your shoes clacking against the marble flooring.

The dress had a deep V-neck and the sleeves extended past your hands, although it added to the snowy princess look.

This time, the maids took extra precaution to cinch your corset and if you couldn’t breathe then, you certainly couldn’t now that you saw the garden.

The snow had freshly melted and there were faint traces of buds all over the trees and plants.

But most of all the night sky seemed to take the cake.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?”

You turned towards the man who had made your night.

Sunghoon was not looking at the moon. His eyes looked as if someone had stolen all the affection in the world and put it in his eyes.

He looked beautiful being bathed in the moonlight. His pale shin was seemingly illuminated by the moonshine, a perfect contrast to his all-black attire.

“My…” you began, your head feeling as if it was stuffed full of cotton, “My real name is y/n.” you spoke before you could realise what you just said.

He looked stunned.

Then his hold on your hand tightened as suddenly words started tumbling out, past his soft lips, explaining his predicament in his family and his relationship with them.

He looked so vulnerable. You thought you looked the same way as well.

You pulled your hand back, out of his gentle hold, and he looked as if you had ripped his heart out of his chest. You merely pulled your gloves off, threw them somewhere behind you (which had pulled out a choked laugh from him) and you raised your arms to wipe the tears from his glass-like face.

He shuddered feeling your skin on his face and you shivered feeling his breath against your hands.

“I’m sorry” he let out as he enveloped you in a passionate embrace.

This, after all, was not appropriate for two people who weren’t engaged to be married.

~

The bi-annual Huntsmen Competition in the spring was, oddly enough, the most anticipated event of the season.

You supposed it had something to do with your appearance.

Hence, you practising day and night, night and day, to attempt to get the first place this time around.

Also, you knew Sunghoon was participating in this event and you want to impress him-

Ah right.

It is too early for the list of participants to have some out, so… how do you know?

Truth is, Sunghoon himself told you.

A development which had happened since the Spring Solstice Ball was that you and Sunghoon had started exchanging letters with what was going on in your lives lately.

It made you unnecessarily giddy and you couldn’t hide this from your nosy mother who realised you were getting letters every other day as opposed to once every two to three months.

She was, needless to say, thrilled.

But that wasn’t important right now.

What was important was winning the competition to impress Sunghoon- no y/n stop.

This time around, the senators decided to change things up a little: they added an animal which automatically secures the huntsman first place. The animal in question is a grizzly bear. Yeah. A grizzly. It surprised you too. 

You were hoping to catch the biggest fish.

Also, this time you planned on showing up in a proper fancy riding outfit, fit to a prince.

You were rather petty like that. And your ass looked brilliant in those pants.

You seriously didn’t have enough opportunities to wear trousers.

~

Arriving late, you hopped off your inky black horse, feeling eyes on your form once again.

You wore tight white pants with a sporty waistcoat with gold and dark blue accents. And you felt magnificent holding your sword at your hip.

Subconsciously, your eyes wandered, looking for a particular someone, but you couldn’t see him. A frown tugged at your lips, but you quickly stopped it and smiled as you usually would, making your way to your tent to get ready.

~

By the time you had gone into the forest you still didn’t get to see a particular someone’s endearing smile and dimples.

Hunting brought you more peace than you thought it could. You languidly shot at moving animals - birds mostly- and looked for the grizzly. 

Why draw something out for longer than it should be?

You were lost in your own head when you heard a scream.

Quickly you turned your horse around and towards the scream. 

You were surprised, however, when you ran into Sungoon, appearance dishevelled, leaves and small sticks stuck in his hair and clothes, horse gone.

Looking him in the eye, you saw him breathing heavily, eyes wide in fear, before he flinched at the loud roar the bear behind him let out.

Before you could even realise what had happened, you drew your bow and knocked four arrows at the bear and it fell over with a cry.

You and Sunghoon though, just gazed at each other. He stared at you as if you had just promised him the world, and you, from your position on your horse, bow still in hand, looked at him as if he had just told you the secrets of the whole world.

You were startled from your romantic gazing when a horn sounded, both of you looking in the direction of the trees.

“Marry me” you said before you thought better of it.

~

To say that this bi-annual Huntsmen Competition had the best ending party yet, would be an understatement. 

Everyone danced and drank as you happily held hands with Sunghoon, right in the centre of everything, celebrating what would be the best event of this life yet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[giasfolklore]

Putting you in your place

ft. Gojo

˚｡⋆ pairings : Gojo x fem! reader

˚｡⋆ warnings : mean gojo! , brat taming, hair pulling, skull fucking, gagging, heavy degradation, use of slut, bitch and whore and last but not the least NO PROTECTION‼️, confession of love at the end.

˚｡⋆ no use of y/n

Being Gojo’s junior as a freshman you always teased him for not talking to women as an introvert, just because others made fun of him too but one day you did over the top and to top up the fabulous fiasco you underestimated Gojo about him being impotent.

You became just as annoying as everyone else but today you took it to that point where Gojo can only tolerate this much.

Rude and always wanting to scream out and make demands when things didn’t go your way.

Gojo pulled you to side of an empty storeroom taking off his belt and then unzipping his pants he had you on your knees getting your cute little mouth fucked by him and his hand holding onto your hair roughly skullfucking his thick length in your mouth. “You little bitch is this what you needed to shut the fuck up?”

“You needed to be treated like a brainless slut that you fucking are. Fucking annoying piece of shit.” His beautiful blue eyes shining with rage as he made you take his cock deeper and deeper in your mouth. Loud gags filling the empty storeroom as Gojo fucked your beautiful face.

You watched your mascara getting washed up by your tears as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into his lean body as you felt the tip of his dick bashing into the back of your throat with each movement his hips made. He was breathing really fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin constantly.

Gojo’s head fell back while pulling his dick out of your mouth as the cum was all over your face without warning he bended you over a table and started thrusting into your wet little pussy.

You let out soft cute moans and mewled at every time he bullied your cute little cunt open, stretching you out very painfully. Gojo groaned when you clenched down on him. His long fingers rubbing your clit on the top of thrusting his dick inside you so deep he slaps your cheek with a hand “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE WHORE” he grunted. Picking up your panties and stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it I had enough of your attitude and enough of your demands.”

Gojo’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your soft boobs rubbing against the hard wooden table as your body jerked with every thrust. It made gojo feel so good to finally put you back in your fucking place. He was tired of your demanding voice

Gojo this. Gojo that. I want this. I want that. “If you don’t get it i’ll make college life a living hell for you blah blah” always getting on him and coming at him like a fucking baby when things didn’t go your way he was sick of you and your little tantrums

Gojo grabbed onto your two wrists so hard, hard enough to leave a fucking bruise on your hands and on your waist he pulled your head up by your hair again fucking you deeper in your tiny hole.

You were tiny, and you felt very tiny against him your head resting on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled. Forcing your teary eyes open you could see the pure rage on his face. It gave him a lot of satisfaction to see you so stupid on his dick. “You know what maybe this was your fucking plan all along maybe you wanted to get fucked by me like a whore” he grunted.

“Fuck. You little annoying slut where is your fucking attitude now huh?” he laughed. A smirk came on his face “I should stop right now and teach you a fucking lesson” you whined in protest your tears doubling in amount. Gojo smirked wider, “I will teach you a real lesson”.

Your body trembled uncontrollably your moans and cries and screams were all unheard as you squirted “Fuck. you’re such a dirty slut.” He spat on your body teeth clenched as he was about to pull out. “I am going to fill you up with my cum. Someone as shitty as you is bound to be on a pill anyway.”

Gojo was still deep inside you and he slowly pulled out as you felt hot cum spilling all over your walls. “There we fucking go you little shit.” He sighed.

And then when he payed attention to your mascara tear stained face and bruised body Gojo’s eyes widened. Shit did he go too far? he took the panties out of your mouth and asked you if you were okay you started crying and hugged him tight saying “I’ve always wanted to do that with you Gojo, I wouldn’t do it with anyone else. I love you.” He cupped your face with his big hands and made you look up and said “You’re so beautiful” he smiled. You smiled too and then he picked you up and took you home and then you and him started a new journey of your relationship and soon Gojo fell for you too and you were happily together.

[trans-bread-of-life]

Yesterday morning, I had a dream where I was on an elevator with a few people from a “discipleship school” (borderline cult) that I went to back in my Evangelical days. One of the ministry leaders got onto the elevator, said hi by name to every person but me, and only when I said hi to her again did she say hi, still refusing to use my name.

The dream was probably a realistic picture of what would happen if I ran into this particular woman someday, but I’m also wondering if it doesn’t have something to say more broadly about the experience of being a trans man.

As a cis-passing trans guy, I don’t really have a lot of places to belong in the queer community. I’m not a gay man, and gay male spaces are generally a minefield of dysphoria & avoiding chasers anyway. I relate to the sapphics, but as a man, I never really fit in their spaces (even when they try to be more inclusive). Trans-femmes have their own right-knot communities, but I really just have a few isolated trans-masc friends I go to for advice. I could probably fit in with cishet people, but I would have to hide the fact that I’m trans.

And when it comes to dating (mostly women & feminine people, as I’m kind of 90-10 bi favoring women), I keep shooting my shot and being turned down over and over again.

I don’t think I’m the only person experiencing this. In fact, I think it’s a systemic challenge that trans men face. As we are transitioning and reaching the times when we most need strong community support, we’re suddenly forced into the isolation of North American manhood. The message that we hear (usually implied, but occasionally out loud) is, “you wanted to be a man, so welcome to the worst part.”

But of course trans men are even more isolated than cis men, because all of these wild things are happening to our bodies with no one there to teach us to shave or show us how to navigate these new gender roles or help us figure out what the fuck to do with all of this ass hair.

I’m lucky to be involved in very queer church circles, where there is a critical mass to form a robust queer friend group, but not a big enough group to break off into specific identities. But that’s the only place where I’ve found myself belonging to a group and forming deep friendships.

I want there to be parties and queer community events/spaces where my presence is actively wanted & encouraged. I want to have memories that counter the many experiences I have (and the many more that I will have) of romantic rejection. I want to feel like I’m enough, and I want to feel like I belong.

I don’t know what the solution is (besides more spaces open to all LGBTQ+ people and maybe me figuring out to be hotter or something?) but I have to keep hoping it will get better.

In the meantime, hug a trans guy (with his consent) the next time you see one.

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Eywa’s gift from Hell pt.1

Quaritch shorty story…

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“Listen up! You’ll be less and directed by one of our top best Air Force Sargent will be in charge of you, and if I were you, do as you are told, I will not promises you won’t walk away with a broken bone, understood?!” The women, Quaritch and the others stood in attention, “yes ma’am!” They spoke, “she’s here, alright let’s go,” she said their eyes go wide “she?” One said, once they go outside to the open are by the scorpions they can hear a screech from above them. She lands on her ikran, their eyes go wide in shock, she disconnects her que glaring at the people mostly the man in front she knows deeply.

“Fresh meat, I told you i didn’t want to trigger happy people behind me,” she says to parks, “well it’s your lucky day,” she smirks, I stood in front of them “at ease” she commands they went into at ease, she walks in front of them observing them, their new body, noticing they are like a regular avatar, five fingers, she grabs one of their tails, “I wonder what the devil has in stored for you hm,” she smirked with a deep chuckle, she walks in front of them “my name chief nyema lorks, cheif Sargent of the Air Force, you’re under my roof, you’re in my territory now, when you get out into this forest, you are not to antagonize nor shoot anything unless I say got it,” She said glaring at them, “yes ma’am” even though they wanted to testify, she stared right at Quaritch, “hmph… let’s see what you all are about when it comes down to being a real human being-oh! Well avatar now, you don’t even deserve to be called na’vi, acted like a bunch of savages the first time y’all stepped foot on this planet,” I said, Quaritch coughed up a hiss with an eye roll “oh don’t like that cadet? Something’s poking at your soulless heart? This is your problem not mine.. attention! Settle out to your resting station be ready for the devil’s work ladies,” I dismiss them.

“Ohhh they are not going to like you,” park said.

“Good I don’t want them too, im going to make their lives a living hell,” nyema says “especially Quaritch, he may not have gotten all his memories back but I’ll make sure his amnesia goes away quick and a hurry,” she snarls. Meanwhile in the resting station, “she’s one of them!” One hissed throwing his bag, “gotta be, she’s got a ikran thing,” another said, “and they allow that,” he said angrily, “shut up Richard!” Quaritch rolls his eyes.

The next morning they awoken and gotten ready for whatever she had for them, she walks out looking at them, she stares right at the guns, she rolls her eyes “you will not be using your guns, hoister them,” she said they grumbled in annoyance, “cry like a baby all ya want, you should know how to survive without a gun anyways, oh I forgot they don’t teach you how to be a real fighter in basic training,” she said, she was not going to make it easy for them, she’s going to make them learn a lesson one way or another, “same place?” The pilot asks, she nods “I’ll meet you there,” nyema said, she called her ikran and mounted it, she flies away as the others board the scorpion.

Once they landed nyema landed as well, they stared at the ikran “do not look in her eye,” she said they look away, She grabs her bow and arrow “oh so… you are one of them,” one said “what if I was? What are you going to do about it cadet Richard!” She walks up to his face with a sharp glare, he stood silent, “your little potty mouth is what gonna get ya killed again, I am not the one to be fucked with, I’ll kill all y’all asses and you will not come back this time!” She hissed, “oh rea-" before he could finish that word a knife was already to his throat, “go on! Finish that sentence cadet!” She threatens he gulps, the others just kept quiet not wanting to say a word, she pulled away but left a little cut under his chin. “Let’s go!” She said. After a while of traveling through the forest the prolemuris swing by scaring the hell out of them leaving two of them aiming their guns at them “hey! Hoister your weapons,” nyema shouted at them, “they’re not even damn aggressive, gosh y’all shoot everything that you’re scared of,” she shakes her head, one of the prolemuris jumps and lands on her shoulder just casually chilling they were shocked and kept staring at the prolemuris, it was young a juvenile.

It stared back at them with curiosity but sensed their mean energy so he hissed at mainly Quaritch, “alright get before you scare the rest of them,” she chuckled helping the prolemuris onto the tree, it swings away and nyema continues forward, “the first has healed, finally,” she says “what do you mean by that?” Quaritch questions, “it means eywa has healed the forest from your bullshit!” She snapped.

To be continued….

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CH30 Good To You

I'm back with another chapter. I'm sure there are mistakes. I apologize in advance. I have a lot coming on in RL and its making my head a chaotic place. Anyway, happy reading.

[WARNING FOR SMUT] Feel free to skip it if you want.

Caroline woke up to the feel of a hand rubbing circles into her baby bump. 

Her eyes fluttered open. 

Her hand covered his. “Hi.”

Klaus leaned down and kissed her slowly. “Love.”

Klaus deepened the kiss, his desire for more apparent as he moved to cover her body with his hold. 

Caroline held a hand to his chest to hold him off. “We need to talk.”

“That’s never good.” Klaus shifted back, sitting up to lean back against the bed. 

Caroline followed suit, turning around to face him. 

She was still naked and held the sheet up against her body. 

“It’s not about us. It’s about the twins and what happened before you got there.” Caroline scooted closer, taking his hand. 

Klaus gripped her hand back, sitting up straighter. She had his full attention.

“Exchanging me wasn’t just about hurting you. It was about the twins. The prophecy Celeste told us about the twins. One being the witches salvation and the other being their destruction. The witches believe it. They believe it so much, they weren’t willing to risk the destruction of their coven. Genevieve was going to inject something inside me to kill one of them. Use magic to determine the one that was their destruction and kill it.” Caroline couldn’t stop the way her voice shook. “They were going to keep me until I gave birth to the other one and then rip our child away and raise it as their weapon.”

Klaus tense, his jaw clenching. He would never allow it, but he didn’t think that was what Caroline needed to hear right now. She wasn’t done. 

“When Genevieve was going to inject me with something. I have never felt such fear. All I could think about,” her hands wrapped around her stomach, “Was protecting them. It was something primal. And I can’t explain it, but this burst of magic shot out of me and protected us.” 

“That’s what you meant when you said you used magic and what the witch meant when she bargained to teach you to control it,” said Klaus. 

Caroline nodded, reaching for him again. “I think so.” 

Klaus grasped her by the hips, hauling her into his lap. “Clearly, in all my years, I’ve never dealt with something like this, but whatever it is, we’ll face it. I won’t let anything happen to you or our children.” 

“Promise me, you will put them first above everything?” Caroline demanded. 

“I will. I will always put you and our family first.” Klaus swore. He swept her hair back and leaned his forehead against her. “You are the best thing to happen to me, and I refuse to let anything stand in the way of me being with you.”

“What if it happens again?” Caroline wondered. 

“Then we’ll learn to control it. Look, I know your instinct is to worry, but there is nothing you can’t do if you set your mind to it.”

Caroline smiled. “So, what you’re saying is I’ve got this.”

“Exactly.” 

“I love the belief you have in me,”

Love. 

The word echoed through him and he kissed her deeply, letting an emotion he once claimed not to feel wash over him. 

~*~ ~*~ ~* ~

Cami didn’t want to ask Klaus for help, but she didn’t know what else to do. 

She walked into the compound. There were men and women walking about, but no one she recognized. 

“Can we help you?” A blonde guy with spiky hair asked. 

“I’m looking for Klaus,” she answered.

“He’s busy,” the man answered. 

“Well, make him un-busy.” Cami insisted. “This is important.”

The man looked her over. “I don’t think it will be to him.”

“I’m a friend,” Cami insisted. “Look, he’ll want to help me. Just tell him Cami needs his help.”

“And as I told you, he’s preoccupied with someone he deems more important.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Cami demanded. 

“It means unless your name is Caroline Forbes, who he is with right now, he will not drop everything to help you out of the goodness of his black heart.” 

“Zach, I can take it from here.”

Cami turned to see a man with brown hair and a strong jawline and green eyes. There was something serious about him. 

“Hi, I’m Stefan.” he extended his hand. 

“Cami,” she shook his hand. “I don’t want to be rude, but I really need to speak to Klaus.”

“I don’t think there is anything that is going to pull him away from Caroline right now. It’s been a rough couple of days, but maybe I can help.”

Cami’s eyes narrowed. “Are you a vampire?”

“Yes.”

“An old one?” she pressed.

“Over a hundred.” 

“Are you familiar with witches?”

“I’ve had my fair share of experiences with them.”

Cami sighed, giving up. “I need help with my uncle. A witch cursed him. I need to find a cure or he’s going to die in the same way my brother did.” 

Stefan frowned and took her by the arm. “Explain everything to me, and I’ll do my best to help save his life.” 

Cami wasn’t sure if anyone but Klaus could help her, but if Stefan could, she would be forever grateful. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Caroline and Klaus laid together after, limbs tangled, Caroline resting over his chest, his hands smoothing down her side, caressing her skin, like he was mapping out her curves. 

“Do you want to talk about it? About Rebekah? She’s been avoiding you since we got back.” Caroline finger’s traces the tattoos on his skin. 

“I don’t want to talk about my sister when we’re both naked in my bed,” he said, his hand moving to her thigh.

“I need more time to recover and I will not let you distract me,” Caroline cupped his face, bringing his eyes to hers. “Talk to me.”

“She’s only still here because of you. I hate her,” he said, his voice shaking. 

“No, you don’t. You love her and you’re hurt.” Caroline said, seeing the pain in his eyes. “What she did, hurt you.”

“She has done what no one else has managed to do to me for 1,000 years…” said Klaus pained. “Rip my heart out.”

Caroline’s fingers flexed against his heart as if she could protect it by covering it with her hands.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“I’d let my guard down and given in to happiness. I was a fool.” Klaus said, after explaining how back then he had finally given Rebekah and Marcel his blessing. 

Caroline wanted to understand what led to the events that transpired to Rebekah’s betrayal and had led to an even more fractured family. 

“You were not a fool. You thought you were finally free to live without fear.” Caroline disagreed. 

Klaus sits up in bed and Caroline follows, turning to face him, not caring that the sheet fell to her waist. 

“Turns out, they’d already betrayed me, and brought to town the one thing I’d been running from for centuries...My father.” Klaus said.

They talked about this once before, but Caroline wanted Klaus to get it off his chest before it festered. 

“She sided with Mikael,” said Caroline. “That was her choice, and it was the wrong one.” 

“Yes,” Klaus grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into his lap, wanting her closer. 

“But you were wrong to believe you had a say in who she loves.” Caroline continued. 

Klaus huffed and lay back down. “I was protecting her.”

“Maybe that’s how you saw it,” Caroline argued. 

“What’s done is done,” said Klaus, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

Caroline could only imagine the need for revenge that had to be coursing through him and yet he was here with her, talking about things he wished to never speak of again. He had listened to her. 

She mattered more to him than the need to exact vengeance. Her well being would always come first. She loved him a little more for that. 

“Thank you for choosing me,” 

Klaus lifted her wrist to his mouth, lips skimming across her skin. “I will always choose you.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“I thought he would chase Marcel and I until he found us, until he acted out whatever revenge fantasy was in his head.” said Rebekah to Stefan. 

“Caroline was more important to him.”  

“And now?” asked Rebekah. “He’s set me free, he’s not daggering me. He’s not chasing me. He doesn’t want me here. He’s made that clear. He’s ignoring me. His silence is somehow more terrifying than his raging.” 

“You can’t change the past. You can only try to explain your side,” Stefan reasoned. 

“How do I do that when it’s a choice I never should have made?” Rebekah questioned, regretful. “What else is there to say?” 

Stefan knew he should help Cami, like he said he would, but he got distracted when he met up with Rebekah. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Monique lies on the ground in the tunnel surrounded by candles chanting in French Creole. At the sound of approaching footsteps, she stops. “When order is restored, your kind won’t be allowed in here.”

“Well, fortunately, that day has not yet come.” Elijah replies. “I need to find Sabine.” 

Monique sits up, scoffs. “And you thought I’d help you?” she stands up and faces him. “Sabine is one of us, committed to the rise of the witches.”

“The only thing Sabine is committed to is the destruction of my family.” Elijah declared. 

“And that would be a bad thing why?” asked Monique. 

“Like your mother, my mother was also a witch, a very powerful witch.” Elijah told her. “In fact, because of my family, her power now flows through your veins. Now, once Sabine manipulates those around her, she will do what she has always done. She will jump into another body and disappear, leaving your witches powerless.”

“No. She has the faith. She will see our power restored.” said Monique. 

“There’s a way of guaranteeing this. I’ll also secure the safety of yourself and your kind. Here.” He hands her a spell. “This is from my mother’s grimoire. Celeste used a similar spell to body jump. If what Sabine says is true, when she sacrifices herself, all of her power will flow back into the earth. However, if she has lied and tries to take another body, this spell will deliver her to a very different destination. Now, please locate Sabine.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Rebekah, Stefan and Marcel meet with Thierry. 

“Papa Tunde is dead. That leaves Sabine, Bastianna, and Genevieve.” Rebekah listed off. 

“We want to kill them all,” Marcel told Thierry. 

Thierry pours himself and Marcel a drink.

“Look. We have one shot at this, and I know our chances of success are sweet bugger all, but we’ve got to do it. So please, Help us.” Rebekah pleaded. 

“Not many go up against those odds and live to tell the story. Have you?” he hands Marcel a drink. 

“I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” asked Marcel. “I’ve gone up against the worst of them all.” 

“Furthermore, they're a threat to every vampire in the Quarter.” Stefan argued. “We have to protect it.” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Caroline tipped her head back as Klaus’s lips skimmed down her neck, his hands running across her body. 

“You can’t use sex to run away from your anger forever.”

“If I stop, I just might rethink my decision not to kill my sister.” Klaus growled. 

Caroline pushed him onto his back and quickly straddled him. 

“I don’t think you will because at the end of the day, she is still your sister, and she has stood by you more than anyone. Even Elijah.” 

“Are you defending her?” his hands tightened on her hips. 

Caroline shook her head. “Not even slightly, but I know how love can stop you from acting out revenge fantasies. You listen to me about not killing her.” 

“I can’t do nothing,” Klaus sat up, bringing their chests flushed. “When I see her, all I want to do is rip her heart out like she did mine.” 

“And I’m not saying don’t do nothing, but maybe you shouldn’t just write her off. I don’t know, think about how you could make her repent or something. At least weigh your options.”

Klaus regarded her. “Go on,”

Caroline ran her fingers through his curls. “There are plenty of ways to avenge betrayal without killing someone… or ripping out their hearts.” 

Klaus’ hands caressed Caroline's skin as he listened to her words, letting them run through his mind. 

He could always just make Rebekah’s life a living hell, but he didn’t think that was where Caroline was going with this. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

“Opera? Really?” asked Caroline. She curled into Klaus’s side, his hands caressing her side. 

“I always had a particular soft spot for Le Grand Guignol. I like the story. It was a,” Klaus rolled Caroline beneath him. “tale of forbidden love, a “Romeo and Juliet” of sorts. On the day they are to marry, family and long-festering hatred intervene. Thousands are massacred. A father even kills his own child in the final act. I can almost appreciate the irony.” 

How Caroline got him to talk about the night Mikael showed up, he wasn’t sure, he just knew he would do anything she wanted. 

The power she held over him was beyond measure. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Sabine sits in a chair, her hands now tied together, but she has managed to mix together some herbs into a mason jar. “Here.” Davina takes the jar from Sabine. “It’s herbs ground into paste. It’ll act as a conduit for the spell. On the next full moon, the Crescent Wolves become human. Feed it to them. The curse will be broken.”

“Great way to poison them all at once,” said Davina. 

“Look. I know you have no reason to trust me, but Davina, I only wanted to free everyone from the control of the Mikaelsons, you included,” Sabine told her. “The Mikaelson’s only care about themselves. Caroline is one of them now. I see how you’re loyal to her. It’s a mistake. I was you, caring for Elijah when he cared more for his brother, and I ended up dead. So did a lot of others. This, call it a chance for me to give you what I was too in love to give myself. It’s a chance to free yourself from The Originals.”

“You believe her?” asked Eve, a wolf growls behind her.

“Whatever she’s promised you, it’s a lie.” Elijah appears in the doorway. 

“Elijah, it’s okay,” said Davina. “I know what I’m doing.” 

“She cannot be trusted.” Elijah told her. 

“She’s the only one that can help the Crescent pack.” Davina insisted. “This is what Caroline wants.” 

“Do you have any idea what she has done to my family?” asked Elijah. 

“I know you want revenge, and come the next full moon. When I’m sure her cure works, she’s all yours.” Davina told him. 

“Are you suggesting that we hold her, her, captive for an entire month?” asked Elijah. “It would take an army.” 

“And we’ve got one,” said Davina, the wolves howl. “So help me or get out of my way. I promised Caroline I would help her free the wolves and I intend to keep that promise.” 

Elijah pauses only for a moment and then, at vampire speed, he grabs Sabine and the jar from Davina. She gasps as he and Sabine disappear. Elijah has gotten far enough away from Davina where he and Sabine are alone now in the bayou; he throws her up against a tree; she grunts as he holds the jar of herbs.

“You tricked her,” he accused. 

“It’s no trick.” Sabine told him. “You’re holding the cure for the Crescent clan in your hand. If the wolves take that elixir, the curse is no more. They’re free.”

“You condemned the Crescents to decades of agony, and now you just break the curse without so much as a whimper. Why?” he questioned. 

“Because it’s the best thing I could do for the Quarter. If the witches can’t win the war that is brewing, the wolves will. Are better yet, your family will tear itself apart.”

“What are you saying?” asked Elijah. 

“That, no matter what happens now, you lose,” Sabine answered. “If you smash that jar, you kill me. The wolves will despise you for stealing their freedom and they’ll attack all of you. But if you hand over the jar, they’ll follow Caroline, but she’s just a baby vampire. A war she shouldn’t have been part of will kill her. It’ll destroy Klaus, he’ll become the monster we all know him to be, and you’ll fail to save him in ways you couldn’t have imagined. Then I’ll get my revenge. So, you decide. Give the wolves everything they ever wanted and lose them or deny it. See what happens then. Either way, I win.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Thierry sits down with Bastianna and Genevieve at the docks. 

“Where’s the third one, Sabine?” He questioned. “I asked to meet with all three of you.” 

“Our meeting you at all is a courtesy for your being a friend to witches in the past, but courtesy has its limits.” Genevieve responded. “Now, you said you had information of interest to us.” 

“Rebekah is back. She and Marcel are free. They believe you are a danger to Davina and Caroline’s unborn children. They believe if they kill all three of you, they’ll be safe,” he informed them. The two witches smile at one another, amused. “Now look. I can lead you straight to them, but there’s something I want in return.” 

“And what’s that?” asked Bastiana. 

Thierry stands up. “Your life.” 

He vamps out, baring his teeth at the witches and lunging towards them. Before he can attack, Bastiana uses magic to give him an aneurysm, and he falls to the ground, unconscious. Marcel vamp speeds into the room and slams Bastiana’s head against the table. Rebekah follows in behind him and throws Genevieve against the wall. Marcel easily rips Bastiana’s head from her body, but as Rebekah attempts to kill Genevieve, she chants at her and gives her an aneurysm as well. Rebekah grabs her head and screams in pain. Stefan appears coming to Rebekah’s defense and attempts to attack, but Genevieve stops him by chanting a spell that lights his jacket on fire. 

“Follow me, and I’ll turn you three into ash,” said Genevieve and leaves. 

The fire on Stefan’s jacket goes out. 

Rebekah attempts to follow, but Marcel stops her. “Forget her. We’ll get her later.” 

“As long as she is alive, she is a danger to my family.” Rebekah told him. “And Davina.”

“I already failed Davina once and Caroline had to save her..” said Marcel. “I won’t fail her again.”  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Klaus is pouring himself a drink.

“That’s not gonna help,” Caroline walked into the room. 

“It might,” Klaus countered, grabbing a second glass, biting into his wrist. He filled it with his blood and held it out to her. 

Caroline accepted it, taking a slow drink, savoring the taste of his blood. She had quite the craving for it these days. Something Klaus enjoyed. There was something carnal knowing she craved not only him, but his blood as well. 

“Drinking and self-pity will fix nothing.” Caroline argued. “If Elijah had his way, you be in a vervain coma right now. He’s worried about what you’re going to do.” 

“I don’t want to talk about Elijah,” Klaus told her. 

“He’s not my favorite topic of discussion either, but he can be more reasonable and he loves you.” Caroline said.

“Yes.” Klaus agrees. “He does, and he proves it time and again, even when my father enlisted him to kill me.” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah’s Room, 1919

Elijah is getting ready for the opera. He stands in front of the mirror but turns at the sound of footsteps entering the room. He is absolutely dumbfounded by the one that stands before him. 

“” Le Grand Guignol." Saw it in Venice, marvelous production.” Mikael praised. 

“You-” 

“It’s all right, son.” Mikael cut Elijah off. “I just want to talk.” 

“You mercilessly hunt us for centuries. You laid waste to half of Europe. Now you simply wish to talk?” asked Elijah. 

“It was your bastard brother I hunted, not you, never you.” Mikael corrected. “You’re my blood, one that I’d be proud to call son. So I came here to give you a chance to help me put down that whelp for good.” 

Elijah attacks his father in a rage, slamming him against the wall. Mikael throws Elijah across the room. He slams into the opposite wall, wood splinters come crashing down around him as he falls to the floor.

“Do you really not know me?” Elijah gets to his feet. “Do you think I could or would believe in anything that you say? If you honestly believe that I would betray my own brother for you, you’re a fool without equal.” 

“I’ll forgive you your sentimental affections for the thing you call brother, but you need to realize, as I did when I learned his mother had lain with a beast to beget him, that Niklaus is an abomination.” Mikael responded. “You do not talk to abominations. You do not reason with them or try to change them. You erase them. So, yes, I am asking you to help me kill your brother.” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Present Day

“You keep saying kill, but you’re immortal. No one can kill you,” said Caroline. “Unless, did Mikael have white oak back then?”

“He did. He was the only one with the means to do it.” Klaus replied. “A white oak stake fashioned by my father to take from us the very thing he forced upon us all. Our immortality.” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah’s Room, 1919

Mikael takes out the White Oak Stake; Elijah attacks his father again. Mikael slams Elijah up against the wall and pushes the stake toward Elijah, who desperately uses all his strength to fight him off.

“Stand with me or fall with him.” Mikael said, giving him an ultimatum. “Choose, son.”

Elijah throws Mikael off of him. “I will ALWAYS...Choose him!” 

“Fine.” At vampire speed, Mikael grabs a wooden splinter and stabs Elijah in the heart with it. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Present Day

“Elijah has always carried guilt for that night for not stopping our father. I told him not to blame himself. When your father wants to kill you, he wants to kill you, nothing you can do about it,” said Klaus, but the more he recalled, the angrier he got at his family’s betrayal. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” 

“How did you get your hands on Alaric’s white oak stake?” Caroline recalled it had been indestructible. 

Klaus takes her glass from her, setting it down, grabbing her hand and pulling her into him. “I have my ways.”

He leaned down to capture her mouth in a heated kiss. 

Caroline was very aware he had many ways for different things.

She forgot all about her questions about the white oak and focused on the feel of his touch and lips. 

Since telling him of her true feelings, she felt insatiable. For him. She was pleased that it was mutual. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Why did you not want me to kill Rebekah?” Klaus questioned, sitting in his chair with Caroline straddling his lap. “She has betrayed not only me, but you as well.” 

“And that was her mistake, ones I won’t repeat. Tell me, do you want to be just like her? Make the same mistakes or do you want to be better? I know you have done terrible things and I know there is good in you, but if you change your mind about not killing her, are you truly capable of killing Rebekah with your own hands and surviving it?” 

Klaus didn’t want to hear any of this. He didn’t want to think of later, he could only think of the past and now. “I’ll tell you what, I almost didn’t survive, love...My sister bringing the most vile creature ever to have walked the earth down upon me.” Klaus told her. 

“Yes, your father, but by killing Rebekah and Marcel, someone who is like a son to you, and terrorizing them the way you yourself were terrorized.” Don’t let them win. Not now and not later. Don’t let Rebekah or Marcel win. And certainly not Mikael. Do not become someone you are not.” Caroline argued. “Someone you hate.”

“I am a monster, yes, but I could never be my father,” said Klaus, jerking back from her words. “Mikael was the monster monsters were afraid of. And I am not him.” 

Caroline smiled softly, moving to cup his jaw, nails scratching through his stubble. “I know.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah returned Sabine to Davina in the Bayou. She was waiting, sitting in a chair a witch book in hand. Sabine, she is alone with the exception of Dwayne, Zach and Jackson. 

“You brought her back,” said Davina.

“I did.” Elijah told her. “Take it. It will work.” 

“Eve and I will round up as many of the wolves as we can. Come full moon, I can finally free the Crescent wolves.” 

“HI wonder if they have any idea how lucky they are to have Caroline and you, fighting for them, for their freedom.” Elijah told her. 

Davina grinned and leaves with the wolves, Jackson being the only one in wolf form. 

“Mmm. That was touching, so trusting,” said Sabine. “The Elijah I knew was never so soft.”

“Well, the Celeste I knew was never so cruel. What is it you want? What’s your end game?” Elijah questioned. 

“Oh, this game never ends, Elijah.” she replied. “We’re both immortal, you know.”

“Then what’s the point if you can’t possibly win?” asked Elijah. 

Sabine smirks. “But, I have. You are going to lose everything to the wolves because you were so desperate to save your family. And now, your family lies in ruins.”

“My family, despite all that you have done, will heal in time.” Said Elijah. 

“If you had the time, maybe, but you really think Rebekah ran far and fast from here?” asked Sabine. “I bet she didn’t.”

“She didn’t have to,” said Elijah. 

“What?”

“You underestimate Caroline,” Elijah accused. 

“Not even Caroline has that kind of influence over your brother’s actions.” Sabine said, refusing to believe otherwise. “Not only that, but can’t you see? Everyday Caroline is with Klause the more she becomes just like him. He infects everything he touches. Caroline is no different. And neither are their children. Just two new abominations to be molded as the Mikaelsons’ weapons.”  

Elijah grabs Sabine by the neck and vamps out, not wanting to hear anymore.

“Do it.” Sabine challenged. 

Elijah bites into her neck.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Opera House, 1919

It’s a full house tonight as Rebekah and Klaus sit in a private box; Klaus looks at the program. “Well, this is off to a bad start. Your first big date together in public after I gave you my blessing, and he stood you up.”

“Something must have delayed him,” said Rebekah. 

“Or, now that your elicit affair is out in the open, he finds the whole relationship a tad lackluster and has run off to Havana with a showgirl.” Klaus countered. 

“Don’t be such a toerag. I’m going to check the lobby.” Rebekah told him. 

“See if you can’t find our brother while you’re there. The curtain is about to go up.” Klaus told her. 

Rebekah leaves, and Klaus sets the program down. Someone enters the box and sits down behind him. 

It’s Mikael. He pokes his white oak stake against Klaus’ back. “I would advise against trying to flee, boy. I can drive this into your heart before you can even think of getting to your feet, and I don’t want you to die yet.”

“Father–” he breathes out, shocked.

“”Father"?” Mikael laughs. “Ha ha! Still clinging to that word after all these years, a bastard desperate for a daddy? I wonder if your real father would be as embarrassed as I was of you before I discovered you were not mine. Most likely.” Angry, Klaus is about to turn around, but Mikael stops him. “Oh, oh. Uh-uh. Easy now, boy. Don’t worry. Death will come, but we need to have a little chat before you shuffle off your immortal coil.” 

“Any words we have for each other have been spoken long ago, but know this. I am no longer the animal begging for scraps of your affection. I will die knowing my hatred for you was just. I will fall proud of all I have achieved here. So, Mikael, if you’re going to kill me, then get on with it.” Klaus told him. 

“Au contraire, Niklaus.” Mikael replies. “Some things remain unsaid. For instance, you were right to be proud of your achievement here. As I walked the streets, your name was spoken of in reverent tones by the city’s finest. So, after I kill you, I will remain here in New Orleans until every last person who remembers you is dead. The deeds of the mighty Klaus will be remembered by no one. And you, boy, will simply never have existed.” Orchestra tuning. “Ah. The grand show.” Mikael relaxes, pulling the stake away from Klaus, as the lights go down. “Oh,” Mikael leans forward and touches Klaus’ shoulder. “I made some alterations in your honor. You’ll love it.” Baton taps.

And what a show it was.

The curtain goes up to reveal Marcel staked in the hands to a wooden X. He is barely conscious. Lana is dead and is propped up on a swing, her mouth taped shut and a stake through her chest. The audience laughs and applauds.

Mikael compelled the audience to watch it all, applaud as if it were the drollest of comedies, and then to leave, celebrating a terrific night at the opera. I tried to save Marcel. 

Klaus is on stage. He tries to pull the stakes from Marcel’s hands, but Mikael stops him. 

My father had other ideas. Rebekah attempted to intervene. 

Applause from the crowd as Mikael pushes Rebekah to the ground and stabs her in the stomach.

All these years, I actually believed she was trying to save me. 

Klaus tries to attack again, but Mikael throws Klaus across the stage. “Agh!” 

Laughter and applause. 

But then big brother swooped in.

“There’s no helping Marcel.” Elijah pulled at Klaus. 

Just when we thought all was lost.

“We must run.” Elijah insisted. 

Klaus scooped Rebekah up in his arms, and as they leave, Mikael feeds off of Marcel then grabs a lantern from the stage. 

And so I ran, beaten like the dog my father believed me to be. And as we fled for our lives, he burnt it all to the ground.

Mikael walks up toward the exit past the audience, which is now silent and staring straight forward, all compelled not to leave. He throws the lantern, and it crashes and catches the Opera House on fire. Mikael leaves.

And with it, we assumed, Marcel.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Present Day

“I lived, but all that we had built died, as did the last shred of me that felt human. That is what my father took from me that night. I promise you, Caroline, I will not become my father. I will not humiliate and torment or dehumanize them.” 

Caroline tightened her hand on his. “You know, there is more than one way to get revenge,” she reached up, cupping his jaw. “Be better than them.”

Klaus closed his eyes, her words washing over him. 

Be better than Mikael.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Celeste sits against a grave in the LaFayette Cemetery, awakening after Elijah bit her. “Now, you didn’t have to bite me to get me here. I don’t plan on going nowhere until I see your “Always and Forever” pact come crashing down around you. It’s a myth, Elijah, a myth I died for.”

“And yet here you stand alive…” said Elijah. “For now.” 

“Is that a threat?” Celeste challenged. “Oh, there’s always another pretty, young body for me to jump into. From now on, every time you feel a connection to a woman, you’ll be forced to wonder if it’s me.” as she talks, she backs away towards the entrance. “You’ll trust no one and spend the rest of eternity alone.” She crosses the threshold, and when Elijah tries to run after her, he’s stopped by an invisible barrier. “Hahaha! Hahaha!” Sabine laughs. “You can’t lay another finger on me.” 

Elijah glared darkly. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Ah, while this body has been a hell of a lot of fun, I do think it’s time I find someone else to play in, don’t you?” 

Celeste bends down and picks up a candle on the ground. She smashes it against a tree and picks up a shard of glass. She stabs it into Sabine’s neck; coughing, she falls dead to the ground. 

Monique comes out of the shadows, disappointed, as she looks at Sabine’s body. “You were right.” 

Monique points toward the tunnels, revealing to Elijah that she had performed the spell. 

Elijah stared at the body covered with a white sheet. Conflicted but determined. 

Elijah never wanted it to come to this. 

He loved Celeste once. 

But she was no longer the woman he loved in the past and now he wasn’t sure she was ever the person he thought she was, 

Was she always so deceitful, vindictive, cruel or did loving him make her this way? 

He never thought he was capable of killing someone he loved. Truly loved. 

But he wanted to kill her. 

He wanted to put an end to the threat she posed to his family. 

But more than that, he wanted to be rid of her and the darkness she cast over his memories of the love they once shared. 

He questioned every romantic relationship he ever had after seeing Celeste for who she really was. 

Except for one. 

Katerina. 

Even through all she had done, their complicated history, he still loved her. He was still in love with her. 

When she was with him, she could still see the human girl who he fell in love with. Who opened his heart to love when he had closed himself off. 

He wanted to get rid of Celeste and save Katerina. 

He needed the witches to leave his family alone so Davina could focus on saving Katerina before it was too late. 

He didn’t want to lose her after finally reconnecting with her. 

In a way, he wanted to kill Celeste not only for his family, but for Katerina, too. 

 Was there no limit to the hold loving someone like Katerina had on a person? 

Perhaps he could, on a level, understand his brother’s weakness for Caroline because he had something similar with Katerina. 

When all said was done, sacrifices had to be made for the sake of his family. 

Celeste unfortunately had to be that sacrifice, but at the end of the day, after all she has done, perhaps she deserves this. 

In the tunnel, Celeste awakens in her original body, covered by a white sheet, gasping awake. She is shocked and confused as to this sudden turn of events.

“Hello, Celeste.” Elijah enters as she gets to her feet and backs away from him. 

“How is this possible?” she demanded. 

“Monique Deveraux and I had a little wager regarding your ability to keep a promise. It appears I won,” said Elijah. “You were so consumed with my downfall that you lost the trust of one of your own.” 

“Non. Mon cheri, non. Tout est possible.” She pleaded. “Ce n’est pas fini. Aah!”

“D��solé.” Elijah stabs her in the stomach with Papa Tunde’s blade. She screams, then drops to the ground, dead.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Davina sat on the floor surrounded by books. Josh was a few feet away, trying to set the books in order while drinking from a blood bag. 

Davina's eyes widened. “I need to find Caroline” she jumped to her feet. “Where is she?”

John quickly got to her feet. “I think she and Klaus are staying in the study with Rebekah and Elijah. They're trying to figure out what it means that Caroline could do magic.” 

“Right, that shouldn’t have been possible.” Davina murmured. “Maybe I should be helping with that instead of finding a way to save Katherine.” 

“Except she is on a time crunch.” Josh interjected. “Did you find something?” 

Davina grinned. “I did.” 

Josh followed her as she sprinted from the room. 

Davina didn’t bother knocking as she reached the study, throwing the doors open. “Caroline!”

Caroline looked up from her place behind Klaus’s desk as Elijah, Rebekah, and Klaus argued over how to approach the babies having magic from Caroline’s womb. 

“Did you need something?” Caroline asked, standing to greet her and Josh. 

“I found a spell. A transfer spell. I think it can save Katherine’s life.” Davina answered. 

The room fell silent and Elijah stepped forward. “You mean like what Celeste does? Put Katherine in someone else’s body?” 

“No,” Davina shook her head. “She will remain in her body.”

“How does it work?” Caroline questioned. 

“Ultimately, I will transfer Katherine’s dying nature onto someone else,” Davina answered. “I believe for it to work the way we need it to the person needs to a vampire. An old one, possibly.”

“And you think it will work?” Caroline asked. 

“I think it may be our only shot. She doesn’t have much time left.” 

“Then let it run out,” Klaus said in annoyance, earning a harsh glare from his brother. 

“Klaus, is right.” Rebekah interjected. “Our focus should not be, Katherine. We need to figure out what it means that Caroline can do magic. It shouldn’t be possible. She’s a vampire.”

“Vampires also are not supposed to be able to reproduce, but low and behold,” Caroline waved a hand at her growing stomach. “But we can talk about this later. We’re on a time crunch with Katherine.” Caroline turned to Elijah. “Do you want to tell her the good news?” 

Elijah smiled. “It will be my pleasure.” 

Elijah stepped out of the room. 

Caroline turned to Klaus with a grin. “Do you know what this means?” 

Klaus wasn’t following. “Why don’t you enlighten me, love, because I see no upside to saving Katherine’s life.” 

“Once we save Katherine, we will no longer need to keep Sophie around.” Caroline said. 

Klaus’ lips curved up to an evil smirk. “Now you’ve caught my interest.”

“We should’ve taken care of her long ago.” Rebekah interjected. “I, for one, will be more than happy to kill her.” 

“No one is killing her but me,” Caroline cut a cross. “After what she has done to me, I have to be the one to do it.” 

The thought of almost missing out on her own children because a witch seized an opportunity to work it to her advantage had Caroline seeing red. 

She still felt like Sophie and Hayley took something from her. Something she would never get back. 

Those first few months with her babies weren’t with her. She missed that time and she hoped when they were born; she felt connected to them the way a mother should. 

It was her biggest fear that when they got here, she would look into their eyes and only see Hayley. 

Klaus wrapped his arm around her and kissed her neck. He could agree to that as long as he got to watch. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Caroline frowned when she reached the room where Sophie was being kept. She looked at Klaus. “Where are the guards?” 

Klaus went rigid, his jaw clenching. He breezed past her and wrench the door open. 

Three dead wolves lay scattered about the room. 

One lay behind the door, his heart ripped from his chest, while someone else lay in a chair with his neck broken, his head thrown back. 

And a third had blood covering him, with his throat torn open to a point where even a wolf couldn’t heal it. 

Caroline stepped inside, anger and hurt filling her. 

She felt anger because Sophie had clearly disappeared, and someone had helped her escape, and her accomplice had helped kill members of her pack. 

“Who did this?!” Klaus seethed. 

“She couldn’t have done it alone.” Caroline felt a sense of betrayal and she hated it. 

It only made something inside her churn violently, rising to the surface. 

“No, someone helped her and when I find them, I will make them pay.” Klaus turned to look at her and paused at the look on her face. 

“Not if I find them first.” Caroline seethed. 

The furniture in the room, smack into the wall and a strong wind surround Caroline, whipping the blonde strands of her hair around. Caroline’s eyes flared luminescent as the black veins on her cheeks came to the surface. 

“Caroline, love, calm down,” He stepped toward her. 

“No, I won’t calm down.” She snapped. “Whoever did this has to pay.” 

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him, and he could practically feel the magic pouring off of her. “And they will, but whatever this is, you have to control it. Don’t let it control you.”

Caroline closed her eyes, and leaned against him, her lips finding his and letting the comfort she always felt with him to wash over her and dim the anger back to something she could contain. 

He was right. She didn’t know what this was, and she needed to learn to control it and not let it get the best of her. 

For her sake and everyone else’s. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah walked into Katherine’s room, a charming grin pulling at his lips as hope filled him. 

He couldn’t wait to see the smile on her face, on the way her eyes would light up with the good news he had to share with her. 

He stopped short. 

Katherine’s bed was empty. 

There was no Nadia or Katerina. 

There was no evidence of a struggle in the room. 

Elijah’s heart dropped to his stomach. 

Katerina was just gone.

[maryjupes]

Hot take: I know a lot of people think Shallow Hal is problematic (body shaming, fat suit, etc) but we clearly know that’s not the point of the movie. The moral of the story is that it’s the inside that counts. Someone’s heart and personality is more important than their body. When you fall in love with someone for who they are, you don’t see the “flaws” that shallow people see and you love every part of them. That’s what this movie was trying to teach and putting Gwenyth Paltrow in a fat suit and showing people making fun of different bodies was the way they had to teach that.

Now, I got to thinking: how would Hal see me while he’s hypnotized? Like we all have flaws and I’m not trying to self sabotage or whatever but it’s just something interesting. Would I be thinner? Taller? No acne? I’d probably look like Gwenyth Paltrow I guess lol

The other thing is, how did he not know how big she was when hugging her or when they made love? Does the hypnosis also make her feel thinner to him? I just wanna know the science behind this lol did the writers just not think about that? How did his arms not be around an “invisible” space? Idk I feel like that would add some extra detail to the movie. It doesn’t matter, but I have so many thoughts about this movie that I’ve never talked about because of the controversy.

There are also HOT deleted scenes that should have been in the movie.

The Cadence scene was sad. I am SHOOK every time I see it. Like he even saw her without physical flaws and when he realizes she’s a burn victim AGH it just 😭 also interesting because I thought he only saw women as flawless so when we realize he also sees the girls as flawless I was like oh? So it’s not an attraction thing it’s just flawless in general? Is it only females or all people? SO many questions about this silly little movie WOW I’m autistic if you hadn’t noticed anyway

[vennilavee]

ii. a pearl's journey

blood & pearls masterlist

word count: 1k

summary: stories of how you washed ashore.

warnings: blood (sukuna drinks it)

Ryomen Sukuna is a name that has even made its way down into the depths of the sea. His name is spoken with fear and reverence through the vibrations of the water, and you never understood why.

You are forbidden from entering his domain, or any other,  by your father and your mother. Your father tries to protect you from the uncontrollable perils above ground, on earth. Your mother tries to protect you from the caged loneliness that is the sea by teaching you how to be a princess.

Much to your mother’s chagrin, you are no princess and there is no creature in the sea who should tame you.

You have met many, many men before, and Ryomen Sukuna is nothing but a man, after all.

The fairies are aghast at your nonchalance. How dare you have the audacity to not bow at Ryomen Sukuna’s feet? Don’t you know that he is a god? A demon disguised as a deity, with the markings etched into his body to prove it?

You scoff- demons and gods don’t live amongst mortals.

They reply- but you do.

You were meant to see the sky, to breathe air. Your parents disagree, but you know in your watery soul that this is where you are meant to be. The tendrils of the sea cannot keep you tethered to the bottom any longer.

A memory of you as a child, traveling to a lost group of fishermen and escorting them to the shore. You were only a mere child when fresh sunshine warmed your cheeks for the first time. They were kind to you, telling you stories of the treasures that their town contained. Of their wives and children, of books, of grass and air.

Your father forbade you from leaving the sea after that.

You recall a shipwreck hundreds of knots away from home that you had run away to in a fit of fury. When you were just shy of touching the precipice of womanhood and your father had called you a wild girl, with no place to tame her. 

You saw your first human skeletons on that ship and shed a salty tear for the loss of life. It wouldn’t be your last.

No matter how much of the sea you explore, it is endless. Endless and bottomless in a way that strikes uneasy fear in your heart. Your mother recognized your delicate heart immediately. It’s why she convinced your father to send you to the land with some of the other girls, rather than keep you under the sea.

Your bare feet have walked half as many miles as you’ve swam, but you don’t care. The air is crisp here, and eventually you separated off from the rest of the girls who became women with you. It has been many years, even decades, that you’ve lived in the sea. But time seems to move more slowly here.

Especially in this enchanted lake. Peering into the great unknown of the sea from here doesn’t feel so daunting. Perhaps it is because things feel soft here, as if time is honey sliding through your fingers like silk.

You didn’t expect to stay here this long. For a demon, his domain was far more tranquil than you expected. Would you expect to find fresh peaches and oranges in a demon’s lair? He is nothing but the stuff of nightmares and dreams anyway, but his dark cherry eyes are curiously trained on you.

“The mermaid is still here, isn’t she?” 

“She is not a mermaid, my king,” Uraume sighs, for what must be the third time already.

“She is of the water, I can smell it on her. Even from here, where she sits in my lake. As if she rules the place,” Sukuna scoffs, gazing out of his window and glaring at where he can only assume you are, “I should have ripped her heart out ten times over by now.”

“Yes, you have mentioned that several times now-”

“How would her equally foolish father feel receiving her head on a stake,” he ponders, “No matter.”

“We will be late for the ritual. The girl of the water can wait,” Uraume says, hurrying him along the corridor as the other temple guides scurry about. Sukuna needs only to look once for those in his field of vision to move swiftly. If he needs to look twice, they’re dead.

They’ve seen it before their very eyes. Tongues ripped mercilessly, throats gutted and blood spilt. The legend says that he was once a human but it is unbelievable. Ryomen Sukuna is shrouded in darkness. Any light within him has been snuffed out by bloodlust and power.

He does not desire much, but he prefers it that way. Sukuna would much rather see his followers, his devotees, on their knees. Praying to him, a god they have self-appointed. They should be so lucky to have him to confess to. To decide whether their wishes become reality. Mediocrity bores him. Sukuna wishes for something more extraordinary than the simplicity of humanity.

It’s almost too easy. The taste of fear infuses with the metallic smell of blood and sits on his tongue. Waiting to be devoured, waiting for his teeth to rip into flesh. Waiting to be controlled.

Suddenly,  he smells the salty sea. Sukuna can sense you watching from afar, perhaps hidden behind the tall trees and the bushes that surround the temple grounds. Your heart quickens as his gaze lingers over you. Are you fascinated? Or are you afraid of how the world opens itself up for his taking? Are you afraid of how easily devoured the earth is- how the earth is made of only blood, bones and flesh?

He meets your eyes as the fire burns brightly and as blood surges into his mouth. Trails of crimson paint his lips before slipping into the crevices of his chest and disappearing under her robe. The forest is painted ruby red and Sukuna’s lightning eyes glow under the light of the moon as he looks directly at you through the trees, speaking to you with a simple glare.

Your fate seems to be sealed as his lips curl in your direction. Your blood must taste like the midnight sky and the sea.

tags:

@kentobean @misslovingpearl @aeanya @mystikalini @helenas-revenge

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

you remember all the times jungkook has ‘disciplined’ you. from spanking your ass until it turned red to eating you out for hours, jungkook has found plentiful ways to teach you a lesson, pleasurable or not. you couldn’t remember why you wanted to go to that party so badly, regardless, the lesson was learned. jungkook has you creaming on his tongue over and over until tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes. “Shhh just take it like a good girl,” he says in your pussy before telling you to cum again.

you bring your finger between your lips to silence your loud cries but your moans still echo throughout the apartment. your body obeys jungkook’s command and he happily drinks the nectar that leaves your body. his fingers dig into your thighs has he pushes them higher whilst licking your pussy from top to bottom.

he digs his tongue deeper in your tiny hole before pulling out to swirl it around the swollen nub that’s begging for some attention. his head moves side to side, up and down, and you do your best to keep up with his wild pace. your hips chase after his tongue, so you can put an end to this long, grueling session that has drained you.

“r-right there. don’t stop, baby. please, don’t stop” you cry as your hand reaches up to massage your tender breasts. “i’m sorry, baby. i’ll be good, i promise. i’ll be so fucking good, just, pleaseeee. please make me cum” 

~🫧

He goes crazy when you beg him

Maybe it’s something that you are aware of, but it’s so hot when you beg him and he goes crazy. You actually alter the chemistry of his brain whenever you speak in that whiny tone of yours.

So who is he to deny you when you ask so sweetly? And he thinks that you have learned your lesson. He’s probably sure that all you’re thinking about is him and the pleasure he’s giving you right now.

“Okay baby… you’ve been such a good girl. You’ve literally calmed my anger down. I’m so proud of you..” he kisses your inner thigh before devouring you once more

And this time he’s even more aggressive, eating you out, his tongue is so sloppy, he’s drooling everywhere, he just cannot get enough of you and your sweet taste.

Your pussy is magical.

He could die for it. And he has killed for it.

You belong to him he just wants you to understand that there’s no one who would die for you and kill for you like he has.

”tell me, you’re mine. Tell me that I’m yours. I’ll let you cum.”

He loves bargaining with you because he always gets his way. You have spoiled him rotten more than his mother, but it’s too late for him to change now and he knows that you’ll always spoil him.

You love him and he knows that you cannot live without him and that knowledge just gets him going, he would do anything for you without blinking,

When you finally give into his demand, he licks your pussy even harder, and he knows that you’re really close. “Cum.” that’s all he says before you’re gushing all over him.

You ride your orgasm desperately and he knows that maybe it’s because since you’ve been pregnant your hormones have been crazy.

He has read that women when pregnant are even more hornier than usual and he cannot wait to see for himself.

He eagerly laps it up and cleans you up with his tongue, he would rather die than let any drop go to waste

“Such a good girl..” he finally free’s his face from your pussy, it’s glistening with your juices, and he’s busy licking it all up.

He’s so greedy for you

“I forgive you.. yn. But only this time I don’t want mind you having friends, but I don’t want them talking about us. I really don’t. And I hope that your friend understands that quite well because I think I made her understand it.”

He’s all serious now, once he sees that you have calmed down even though you’re still a little dazed from your high.

“Anyways..” he wiped his face before sitting on the couch next to you, and he grabs your hand in his and squeezes it.

“now back to the important things I went out and bought myself the wedding suit and.. guess what sweetie” you look at him all confused breathing hard.

“My brothers been fucking sarang for months now. I almost broke his nose at the store.”

[eeblouissant]

Catching up on new fics and need to say that I love how you used consent as this unspoken theme. I don't have a problem with other fics in the fandom, it's so cool that there's any fics at all still being made for a 40 year old show and I love what people are doing, so hopefully it doesn't come across that way but I feel like your Dorothy is truest to the show. And I really like how you explore her vulnerabilities but, if this makes any sense which it probably doesn't, in a loving way? Both in the tone of your writing, you can tell you care about the characters and their backgrounds, but also how she's always got a safety net with the others overall, so even if she breaks or falls she won't be left to hit rock bottom, but how that also means you can dig into those more traumatic themes and hints from canon and let her be less than angel or someone who needs those reassurances etc. Your fic that centers around Dorothy's smoking habit is one a constantly thing about that encapsulates all this, it's probably my fave fic for the whole fandom. not even 2000 words but there are so many layers and it's all so Dorothy and bittersweet and feels so true and it never feels rushed or forced or superficial.

anon 🥹🥹🥹 anon !!!!!! I’ve been smiling so much my face hurts !!!!!! Oh my god, you have absolutely no idea how much this all means to me, i don’t even know where to begin!!!!!! Thank you for the (very) happy cry :’) very very happy & very appreciative. I really can’t express just how much this means !!!

I can’t believe people have really seen beyond the surface of what I write (i thought I was insane, adding in so many layers but sorta kinda failing to articulate them properly, or so I thought? I was sure that I was kind of just living in my own head here 😅), but wow, it means the world to hear.

One of the shows biggest themes, and one of its most important imo, shows that women “of a certain age” can and do have healthy & active sex lives/a healthy relationship with sex. And while I’ve seen a good few (incredible 👀 by the way) fics talking about or portraying this between the girls, whether you seen them being platonic or romantic - i had yet to see fics touching on the topic while also displaying Dorothy’s trauma/how she would respond. The body always remembers, the mind may heal, and heal Dorothy has - but there will always be a sort of response, memories hidden just beneath the surface. I like to imagine it like crumpling up a piece of paper - you can unfold it and lay it flat, press it flat with a book if you like, but the wrinkles, those memories, will always be there. That piece of paper isn’t ruined, just wrinkled. A little more delicate. Dorothy’s just a little more delicate than the others. And that part of her is so so soooooo criminally underrepresented and glossed over imo. (Since we’re on the topic of vulnerability, everyone go read @/hecatesbroom’s essay on vulnerability in tgg RIGHT NOW !!!!!!!!! you will not be disappointed!!!!!! someone teach me how to link things neatly please 😭)

I don’t know if it means anything (or if this is too personal) but I write and speak about Dorothy as a survivor of very similar trauma, so I tend to project a little onto her (while also trying my best to stay true to her character, i have this thing about sticking to canon very strictly haha. But while I was working out my portrayal i definitely pulled from bits and pieces of my own healing journey). I like to take my negative experiences and use them in my art as a sort of coping mechanism, so at least I can make something good of them? Does that make sense?

Anyway - I’m really really glad that the consent theme has seemed to get through (to more than one person, too! ahh :’) ), and that it was clear there’re many more layers there. Dorothy is gentle, she really is so gentle. I think lots of us can be blinded by the facade she puts up, and I truly believe it is a facade - one very well perfected after years of putting up - but behind closed doors she really isn’t that. She presents herself as the “fixer”, “the great balloon pricker”, but she needs to have that safety net ready & known more than the others I think. Purely because of her experiences leading up to (now, canon, etc)

ahh & i had completely forgotten about that fic, oh my :’))) i really don’t have the words - you’re just too sweet 😭🤍🤍🤍🤍 i wish I had added more to that one, but I’ve never really enjoyed writing looooonnggg pieces like that. About 2000 words is all I’ll ever manage, if that 😂. It’s been a good few months since I’ve read that one over, i never read my work over after it’s published, so I can’t comment on it the same way I just did the last.

thank you thank you thank you for this you have no idea how much it means :’) i will be thinking about this for the rest of ever,,, truest to the show??!!! Watch me sob right now

[morganas-pendragons]

Making a list of what I’ve witnessed/done/learned in the months I’ve worked as a SPED Paraprofessional at Pre-K:

• taught 4 year olds what the skin on your elbow is called

• taught another 4 year old how to wink

• convinced one of my favorite kids that he has a little friend named ghosty ghost following him around who pokes him at random intervals throughout the day

• taught a special needs student who didn’t speak when I met him how to communicate with me specifically through hand signals that indicated what animal he was - does it swim/fly/walk, what does it eat, is it big/small - to which he now speaks more now then he has probably ever

• got played by a 4 year old who wanted a second snack so he casually slid me the last two gushers from his bag and then turned to the teacher and said, “I’m done!”

• got a group of special ed pre-k kids to officially deem bath and body works eucalyptus hand sanitizer as “the good stuff”

• made a joke to a three year old that the enormous books he read after snack every day made him look like he was reading a newspaper. They made a joke every single day that they were on their way to read their newspapers. (It was a volcano book) 😭

• learned that pipe cleaners have metal in them. Yes, I am twenty four.

learned who Pete the Cat was

• learned that adult women between the ages of 35-40 really do act like adult children

• got complimented that my hair was “rapunzel hair” despite it not being cut for like 7 months

• learned how to be a physical touch person despite hating being hugged but hey, four year olds want to hug you constantly and how are you going to deny those puppy dog eyes?

ended up buying one of the little ones who lost his house in a tornado a stuffy and a book.. took it to his house, where he then proceeded to act like he had no idea who I was (it was cute in the moment)

apparently line tag is a thing??? on a basketball court??

oh also, they crack up with laughter when I play tag with them!

they smell markers for sport

You think they realize common little games like staring contests and then when you realize they don’t and teach them anyway they go around and teach their little minions

I have heard them sing: Barbie Girl, Flowers, Unholy, and the one song from Wednesday I can’t remember the name of 😂

I had a guy pass me a love note through his second grade son. No joke. He gave it to his kid, who gave it to the teacher to give to me, and the note was asking me out on a date.

Had a 4 year old straight up innocently say a curse word from his encoded message to his father which said, “dad: please don’t bust my a** anymore.” (Which, according to aunt who worked in building, has only happened once) And about DIED from laughing so hard. So did the teachers.

I got addicted to the snacks I had never tried until working with pre-school. SunChips and Rice Krispies never die.

Found out one of my little boys called me Carla to his parents because they couldn’t quite figure out what name he was saying. It was only upon meeting me that they said, “oh YOU’RE Kayla! We called you Carla for days!”

They sang a song about Goldfish. That song is now burned into my memory. Why is some young children’s music so freaking catchy?

On the last day, my favorite girl turned around to look at me before she got on the bus. I didn’t have the heart to really tell her that I wasn’t coming back. What I said was very brief. When she did turn around, I waved. She waved back. Little did she know I BROKE the second she walked through that door and disappeared. I didn’t think I’d come to love her as much as I did but she made it so EASY.

My oldest boy who I was the aide for? I met his grandmother, and she now sends me such wholesome photos of him and stresses that my loving him the way I did made a huge difference. She doesn’t know how hard I cry every single time she says it.

They have lungs. And I made the mistake of sticking them on high swings they can’t get to by themselves, which they all want to fight over, so half the time I wanted to just talk to teachers I ended up hearing: “MISSSSSSSSS KAYLLLAAAA!!! WILL YOU COME PUSH ME?” Hollered across the playground.

^ I will never make that same mistake again. 😂

Not everyone is meant for pre-school, but MAN… did I love it.

Cons: I never got included in anything by the teachers or their aides. They never included me, and man did that sting.

I GOT PINK EYE IN BOTH EYES THE DAY AFTER SCHOOL ENDED FOLKS

[suhmayzooka]

in middle school we had a required health class and i was relatively sheltered, as in i didn’t realize the phrase “drinking” meant “drinking alcohol” (like: “do you drink?” my sheltered mind: “yes i drink water”)

so in class there was this big case of drugs. the closest image i can find online is this drug identification kit... thing... but ours had more drugs. 

i am positive ours contained shrooms... i don’t remember much because i was literally TERRIFIED of the case, like i thought just being near it was exposing me to too much.

now don’t get me wrong. health education is VITAL. but i was totally, totally learning all this stuff for the first time. i had NO IDEA you could get high off all this stuff. i didn’t know all this stuff EXISTED. the teachers were all operating under the, i guess understandable assumption that we all had a base idea of what drugs were. NOPE. not this one.

moving on to sex ed: i was similarly sheltered, except i’ve also had a special interest in big cats since i was a little child so i have seen tigers in all stages of life, including mating. also my mom wanted me to be a doctor so she got me a BUNCH of books about the human body. annnd i had some....traumatic experiences......earlier in life so had a basic idea of what sex Was. but i FULLY remember learning about oral sex in school because they were talking about flavored condoms. obviously all the other kids were in on the joke and laughing and stuff but i was just there realizing for the first time: PEOPLE PUT THEIR MOUTHS DOWN THERE???????

but those weren’t damaging experiences.... i think this health class had good intentions with body positivity, but i was totally, tOTALLY unaware of everything.

i had NEVER even CONSIDERED being ashamed of my appearance. firstly i wasn’t interested in makeup nor dressing cool nor being cool (i was watching free!, okay), and my mom never encouraged it. as a matter of fact, as a child i was prohibited from watching shows on disney channel and nickelodeon (like drake and josh, icarly, all that), just PBS kids (and regular PBS for nature and nova. science!!). alllll aspects of teenage drama and bullying and exclusion and popularity was totally, completely over my head. also i was yknow Not Neurotypical.

for example: in middle school the teacher tried to do a body positivity lesson on why we shouldn’t be ashamed of not having a thigh gap. i had NEVER heard of a thigh gap (i wasn’t on this area of social media). i became fixated on my thighs then. wtf was a thigh gap??? this thing i never even knew existed...

so like. in high school we had this health teacher whose whole thing was that he was a rightwinger (yeah..). he played it up for jokes but he was like Edgy and Not a Snowflake and no participation trophies!! this is real.

anyway. he had to do a lesson on body positivity where the message was essentially, “don’t have an eating disorder.”

do you know how he went about this?

when we arrived in class he had written a bunch of female celebrities’ (btw i had no idea who half these ppl were ahsdlaskhd) and numbers next to their names. he announced that these were the women’s “sizes.”

i was like... what? what sizes?? what are sizes??? 

and then he was like:

“DOES ANY GIRL WANT TO WRITE WHAT HER SIZE IS?”

no one answered, because this was clearly a very strange ‘lesson,’ but all i was thinking was... “what is my size???” 

the teacher then said that it was just as he hypothesized! in all the years of teaching NO GIRL had revealed her “size”!! this was clearly a sign that we were all ashamed of our bodies!!!

meanwhile i was totally confused. i wasn’t ashamed. i had no idea what my “size” was. 

then the teacher started talking about some study about how men prefer overweight women to underweight women so it was better to be heavy than to starve ourselves. 

but i was like..... am i supposed to be ashamed of my “size” ???????

i was a swimmer at the time; i inherited my mom’s broad shoulders. but i was sent down rabbit holes of learning about all the reasons i was supposed to hate my body. i never CONSIDERED most of these. apparently my shoulders were manly and ugly. well i never thought of that before but now it was in my head!! hip dips!!! wtf are hip dips?? no fucking idea but apparently i was ugly for having them (BONES. BONES).

sometimes i scroll through body positivity things that i KNOW are supposed to be uplifting, but i’m just learning about more “problems” that i didn’t even KNOW existed until i was told that they’re okay. buccal fat. wide ribcages. noses and jawlines. 

sometimes i wish i could go back to being naive to all of this...

is that wrong? the only way we can fix these issues is to confront them, but i feel like i’m confronting things that shouldn’t even need to be confronted and the body dysmorphia rears its ugly head.

but at the same time i was so free before i knew any of this

[to2llynottoby]

What is the “modern trad” interpretation of Ephesians 5?

I was always taught that (at least in theory) the husband is the leader of the family, but he must always seek the council of his wife and children, and listen humbly to their opinions, and as far as possible come to compromises and mutual consent, and don’t “micromanage” your own family (ie politics, conscience, property), and also instruct and guide and teach and correct them when necessary, and the husband should acknowledge that his wife is a grown adult despite his leadership and trust her with the various things she’s better at than him

Are you talking about the extra misogynist extremists who seek to control their wive’s every movement and believe that women are inherently idiotic and immature compared to men? I don’t like them either.. they scare me..

Yeah, sadly there's a non-insignificant sunset of men who take the most chauvinist possible reading of the passage and use that twisted interpretation as a cudgel towards the family they're supposed to be protecting. A woman who babysat me as a kid and was friends with my parents all through college recently divorced her husband and she told us crazy stories about how he would saddle her with all kinds of chores and expect her to do the shopping, but then not give her money or resources unless she did certain sexual favors for him. And they were super normal all my life, I'd never have suspected her husband was such a wacko control freak. We actually just talked to her recently and she's coming around to visit and minister at our church as a part of her work with an organization that helps prostitutes escape the industry and their pimps

Anyway yeah, that's the kind of crazy stuff I mean when I talk about the "trad" interpretation of this passage. But more than that I think people underplay the radical message of female empowerment the Bible presents to us. This passage is meant to uplift women as equals in a partnership, not as subordinates in a hierarchical structure. I wouldn't even say that this passage presents the husband as a leader, considering all the subversive messaging Paul uses (addressing the women first, presenting the husband as a part of the body and not separate from it), but maybe that's me being a little reactionary to the often draconian interpretation of this section.

Point is there's a lot in this passage, and even people with good intentions ignore a lot of the subtext because they don't know enough about Greek and Roman oration or literary style. Remember kids, every book of the Bible was written to a specific audience at a specific time, not just to you 2000 years in the future!