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[yoonia]

🖋️ ⇝ hear me out! What if Prince Yoongi met Princess OC in a modern setting? (From the bedroom hymns) Would it still be magical? I think they'd still be soulmates 🥹

omg your mind!!!! I never thought about them meeting in a modern setting, but this was super interesting! I'm not sure what you envisioned when you sent me this, but...as always, I just let my mind go wild with this one and...

Well, this happened. Enjoy this moodboard and a little 'snippet' of our modern royal couple in their trip!

— title: Two Steps Behind (or Ahead?) — The Bedroom Hymns: alternate version | pairings: Yoongi x female reader| genre: Hidden Prince!Yoongi, Chaebol!reader, friends with benefits, smut, modern fantasy| word count: 2,190 words (I'm sorry???!!)

— summary | You never truly believed in soulmates. But when he keeps coming into your path, enticing you with his deep voice and alluring smile, you begin to wonder if fate really does have a play in your chance encounters.

— ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; allusions of one-night stands, hooking up, friends with benefits, sexual tension, including smut scenes (defined in a flashback scene): stripping, body worship, breast play, oral sex (female receiving), hotel hookups, penetrative sex (no protection defined), multiple orgasms, post-coital cuddling

— original: The Bedroom Hymns by @yoonia — fic drop date: Oct 27th, 2024 — song companion: dangerous game — written as part of my 2024 birthday bash event, 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊

There is something about autumn rain which calms you. 

The pitter-patter sound of the drizzling rain falling around you. The refreshing scent of wet ground and fresh grass. The gentle breeze flowing around you gives you the perfect excuse to pull out your fuzzy sweater for your outing today. 

Sitting outside this quaint cafe you first found during your walk today, you get to enjoy everything; the lovely weather, the beautiful day, and a lot of interesting sights to see from this strange city. 

Another day, another place to be. 

Travelling hasn’t truly been your forte. Not until lately. Moving back with your absent father didn’t leave much to expect, and going from one place to another through his magic doors has been able to fill the void that seems to have been engraved within you since your mother’s passing. 

Sighing with content, you look away and pick up your cup of cappuccino that has been sitting on the table before you. It’s still steaming hot, with the rich, deep aroma of espresso filling the air, and the subtle note of cinnamon that has been added in giving the extra hint of spice and sweetness that nearly completes your soul as you take careful sips of your drink. 

While you are savouring your coffee, a shadow appears right by your table. It doesn’t take much for you to recognise him before he even speaks. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

You smile into your coffee, loving how the timbre of his voice is raising some warm flutters in your chest. You take your time before lifting your gaze to him, not giving him any attention until your coffee is settled back on the table. 

“Min Yoongi,” you greet him with a smile. “Join me?” 

Chuckling softly, he takes the empty chair across from you to keep you company. Sitting back, you cross your right leg on top of your left, watching him as he orders his coffee—a cup of espresso, as always—and taking the delightful sight of him in.

Just like you, he is dressed for warmth. Wearing a muted beige sweater over his dark jeans, he covers it with a leather jacket that somehow fits him so perfectly. He leaves his longer hair loose, falling over to frame his face as he speaks to the waitress. Once he is done, he sits back and relaxes, returning your perusing gaze with his. 

“So what is it this time?” you ask him, “Are you travelling for business as usual, or”—your eyes follow his hand as he places his bag to his side and his camera on the table—”is it for leisure?” 

His lips twitch to a smile, as if your curiosity pleases him. 

A curiosity that never wanes, and has been left unanswered. You have always wondered how he does something like this; always there to find you while you are venturing into a new place, a new city, or even a new continent. As if he has always been just two steps behind you in every adventure you went to. 

Or perhaps he has been two steps ahead of you, and he has always been there watching, waiting, until you finally come into his path, where he can swoop his way in with his tempting smile? 

“A little bit of both,” he smoothly answers, his eyes falling on the leather-covered journal sitting right next to your coffee. “And you? Is it simply sightseeing, as always?” 

You smile at him. “Always, while taking the chance to learn new things that I find in my trips.” 

“Ah, yes. Of course. You’ve always found joy in learning as you enjoy your trips. A true scholar,” he hums, nodding. The conversation pauses as his coffee arrives. “Are you open to inviting someone on your trip this time around?” he asks once the waitress walks away, his eyes meeting yours with a look that is quite hard to read. 

You’d like to believe there is hope there, some longing. Yet, Yoongi has always been a man of mystery, always able to read you, while never once allowing anyone to do the same to him. 

You bite your lips as you pretend to contemplate your options. “Are you offering me your company?” 

He shrugs. “You know I’m always open for a chance to enjoy a day or two with you while we’re in foreign places like this,” he says. The corner of his lips twitch to a grin. “I won’t even mind if you agree to stay longer. A whole week, perhaps?” 

You hold back the urge to laugh. If only you knew.  

“Well,” you coyly answer, “Then I suppose I’ll have you as my company. It might feel lonely if I simply go around all by myself, after all.” 

He watches with a sly grin on his face as you raise your drink. He waits until you savour another taste of your coffee—probably recognising your subtle act of being coy—before he continues, “Will this invitation extend for the rest of the night?” Your hand freezes before you can place your cup back on the table. 

Finding your calm, you carefully lift your gaze to meet his just as he asks, “Or are you going to disappear again before morning comes?” 

Your smile fades when you remember those nights—the nights you spent with him during the other times you met him during your previous trips. 

You weren’t exactly someone who falls easily into one-night stands. Not before Yoongi. But then he came into the picture, carrying with him a whole mystery that kept begging you to unravel. He has always been too enticing to refuse, with his beauty and alluring confidence that keeps pulling you in, that you couldn’t resist when he began inviting you to his bed after a few chance encounters were made.

It took only one night for it to begin, and your affair continued many nights after. One taste of his carnal passion and the pleasure he brings, and you’ve become addicted to him. No matter how hard you tried to resist, he would always be able to pull you back in. 

Not that you have been trying that hard to avoid or refuse him either. 

“You’re implying that I’ve been running away each time,” you taunt him with a light scoff, though there is no bite in your voice. There is, however, a pinch in your chest. Feeling like he can read you so well makes you vulnerable. 

“Haven’t you?” he asks, and that tightness in your chest pinches harder. 

Biting your lips, you try to push back the heat that is rising in your chest. Already, your body is reacting to him, when what you should be doing is deny him. “I’m not falling for your charm this time, Min Yoongi. The deal stays with you acting as my company and guide, that’s all.” 

Yoongi leans forward, crossing his arms on the table as he keeps his eyes on you. The smile that he is wearing on his face tells you that he never has any intention of holding onto your ‘deal’.

As a matter of fact, you are starting to doubt that you can keep it either. 

“Was it Paris, where we last met?” he asks you with a tease in his voice. “I remember you saying the same thing back then.” 

You press your lips together, swallowing back any retort coming out of your mouth just as that night comes flashing by in your mind. Memories of that night are still vivid, so much so that you can almost feel it in your body as you recall it. 

“Call it what you want, but that night was unforgettable for me,” he says, using his deep voice that has been haunting your lonely nights, always reminding you of him whispering sweet nothings to you while he was sending you to bliss. “You’re not going to tell me that you’ve forgotten how good that night ended, are you?” 

You should. But you cannot find it in you to say anything to deny it. 

Because it’s quite impossible to deny him. And if you have to be honest with yourself, you do find that night to be unforgettable. Not that you have done enough to try and forget, when all you have been doing the many nights after was to think about everything that happened then, and all the sinful things he did to you to turn you into a wanton woman who gave everything you had in exchange for the pleasure he was offering you. 

Your eyes fall on his hand as he lifts his cup of coffee to his lips, and your mind brings back everything that the same hand—those fingers—did to you the last time you spent the night together. How those deft fingers caught your waist when he kissed you under the night sky, and how easily he made you shudder with his touch, flipping all of your buttons until you were left helpless in his arms.

You know that if you close your eyes right this moment, you will find yourself being brought back to that night. The woody scent of his cologne that is wafting towards you with the flowing breeze takes you back to his dark hotel bedroom. It makes you think of the warmth you felt engulfing you once he pulled you through the door, of the sound of your heartbeat racing and clothes falling the moment the door was locked behind you, of the warm, messy sheets you fell onto while he was devouring your lips with his heated, hungry kiss. 

Your skin grows warm as you think about those lips tracing down your neck, your bare shoulders, your chest, while his fingers worked relentlessly to spark every inch of your body alight. 

Your breasts tingle when your eyes land on his mouth, picturing those same lips capturing each of your hardened nipples as he bit, lapped, and sucked on each side, before pinching them with his deft fingers when his lips found yours again to swallow your moans. 

Your body grows hot when you picture him sinking between your legs, giving you the ultimate pleasure that you had never once experienced with anyone before. 

First, he did it with his sinful mouth and tongue, working them together to devour your sweet cunt until you were writhing on his bed, drowning in pleasure. And then he did it with his thick cock, filling you up to the brim until there was nothing left for you to give. Until you felt your entire world melting into his presence, and he became your entire universe as you were drowning in carnal release. 

Your body shudders as you remember each hard thrust of his lovemaking, as he rocked your entire world every time he moved against you, pushing into you, giving you everything he could to bring you pleasure. 

That night in Paris, your tryst didn’t end with just a single exchange of carnal pleasure. It lasted the entire night, only giving you the small chance to rest right before the break of dawn when both of you were spent after the long, intense, vigorous lovemaking, after he made you reach your climax more than once, and you fell asleep in his arms feeling nothing more but content. 

That was the first night when everything he said before started to make sense; all his silly talk about fate, how your souls were being united as one as you made love, and about the pull that kept bringing you back together even while you were on the opposite sides of the world. 

Because even after all those dark, heated passions began to wane, he still filled your entire world. He felt like the missing piece of your puzzle that you could never complete no matter how hard you tried to find it. No longer lost in the sea of people but was there in your arms as you held him against your bare chest. 

And it scared you enough to make you rise from the bed in the middle of the night, leaving his sleeping figure behind to escape before your heart would give in and allow him in. 

“Do you believe in soulmates?” 

You remember him whispering those words to you while he was buried deep inside you, bringing waves of pleasure as he rocked your bodies together towards the peak of your release. 

Tingles run through your body as it remembers every touch, every bit of love he made you feel, and the passion you shared that night. Heat pulses deep inside your core, right between your legs, and every part of your body that he touched and kissed and tasted. 

Twisting in your seat, you press down against your pulsing desire, playing it off as excitement—something that is more pure and innocent instead of anything carnal—while asking, 

“So, where are we heading to next?” 

His smile grows deep and wide, recognising the invitation in your words, and knowing full well that the moment you fall into his bed again tonight, it’s going to be forever. 

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊: dia’s birthday bash 2024 ⇝ closed!

[gojo-mochi]

Hiiii ❤️ May I (pretty) please get a short steamy "what are we?" reader with Nanami showing her exactly what they are? TvT

im so SORRY IT SO LONG JUST SKIP TO WHERE IT SAID "A short drive..."

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Female Reader

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Warnings: Bit of crying from reader, small emotional breakdown.

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Sexual Content: Creampie, Mating press, ,Praises, Nicknames: "Love, Princess,"

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Word Count: 3.6k (im sorry...)

The first time you and Nanami stumbled in bed together was on a night where you two were both working overtime. Both feeling frustrated at the shitty higher-ups who kept piling work on you with no expectation of a raise. You and Nanami weren’t that close before, just regular work colleagues for the most part, but with the power of hating on the same thing, that night you and Nanami grew closer than you could have ever imagined. 

 What started as a boring work night turned into a shit talking fest about your managers, which turned into you asking Nanami out for a drink and then ultimately into you drunkenly stumbling into Nanami’s apartment and on to his bed. His hands roaming on your body, your own hands grasping on to his hair as he tears your work clothes off of you. Your bodies entwining with each other in a heated, intoxicated mess, you two gave into your wild desires with no remorse that night.  

Well, at least the remorse didn’t really set in until the start of the early morning. Waking up alone in an unfamiliar room, with various love bites and marks scattered across your body. Your head throbbing trying to look for an answer to what happened, then the smell of coffee and cinnamon hits your nose.

Nanami walks in the room, looking just as disheveled as how you felt but still giving off a look of elegance as he walks forward towards you. Holding a mug of coffee and a plate of cinnamon pancakes in his hands. Greeting you with a warm smile and joining you on the edge of the bed, handing over the food that you gracefully devoured. 

As you were shoveling the fluffy morsel of food in your mouth, Nanami gently recapped what happened last night. Then, when he was done, he turned to you with a soft smile and brushed some hair stuck to your cheek. His fingertips were warm, and his smile was soothing to your soul. He leans in to kiss your forehead and murmurs softly that he wants to continue forward with this relationship with you. 

With pancakes still stuffed in your cheeks, you could only nod in agreement with him; you did want to continue whatever this was. Nanami smiles wide and cuddles close, resting his head on top of yours as his arms delicately wrap around you so as to not hinder your movement.  

“I’m glad you agree, Y/N…” 

You murmured back in agreement. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with Nanami? The only thing was that you didn’t really know what kind of relationship you were agreeing to. Did he mean a casual relationship, friends with benefits type? Or did he mean like a real exclusive relationship? Your head was too full of mush to ask at that moment. 

You didn’t get a chance to ask Nanami what he really meant by it, since work got more chaotic, your bosses got even shittier, and the overtime got longer. Which leaves no room for an exchanging of words when Nanami pulls you into his arms after every shift and you two both fall into bed together again and again. The sex was even more amazing when you can remember all of it, and Nanami was still sweet and caring afterwards as well. 

So you just kept falling deeper and deeper in the hole, falling more in love with Nanami every day, unsure of what to call your relationship.

It was another late night at the office; your eyes almost bloodshot from how long you've been staring at the computer screen. You don’t even check the time when you feel Nanami pull your chair back and gently hold a hand over your eyes. 

“It’s time to stop now, darling. I’ll take care of your workstation; just go and pack up; I’ll be with you soon.” You felt his lips kiss the top of your head as he pulled your chair out some more and shut down your computer. You gather up your items and your bag as you groan and stretch out your weary limbs. Trudging over to the elevator while you wait for Nanami to be done—this was almost like a routine you guys do every night now. Nanami always volunteers to clean up after you, like the gentleman he is, and then you guys go back to his apartment to relieve some stress. 

A short drive in Nanami’s car and up the elevator into his apartment, walking into the familiar area, you take off your shoes and coat as Nanami follows in behind you. Hands on your shoulder, his lips on the back of your head, ghosting down to the nape of your neck as his hands go to your chest. 

Unbuttoning your top as you stumble your way into the bedroom, turning around to meet Nanami’s lips with your own. Your shirt fully unbuttoned at this point as his skillful hands go to do the same to your bra. Slowly pushing you backwards until you reach the bed, he pushes you down gently so you sit down on the edge of the bed. His lips leave yours to trail down your neck, leaving kisses at every moment. 

Nanami then kneels down, his hand going up from your waist to your shoulders as he discards your top and bra, throwing them to the side. Kissing down the middle of your chest, making you giggle a little as he gets to your belly button. He stops the kisses there as he goes down further to take off your shoes one by one, then back up to undo your pants, giving your thighs a soft squeeze in the process. 

Down to just your panties now, you take a glance to look at Nanami, finding his eyes to be full of desire and hunger. He parts your thigh apart, continuing his mission to mark every inch of your body with kisses. Taking a cheeky bite on the inside of your thigh as his hand massages the other one. His kisses get wetter and sloppier as he gets closer to your panties, until his nose is pressed right up against your clothed clit.

You shudder as you feel Nanami taking a deep inhale in through his nose, basking in your scent. His eyes half-lidded as he pulled himself impossibly closer to your core. There was a stark difference between the Nanami you’re seeing now and the one at work. The one at work being more stoic and calm, having an unshakable sort of demeanor about him. 

While Nanami right now… is acting like a dog in heat, shaking his face back and forth on your damp panties. Getting your scent all over his face without an ounce of shame in him, just pure carnal desire radiating from him. You make a move to grab a lockful of his hair, making him groan loudly. Eyes blinking up at you, just full of intensity. 

“Na-nanami…A-ah!” 

Nanami pulled your panties to the side with his teeth, exposing your wet cunt to the open air. Poking his nose right on your slit, wetting the bottom half of his face in your juices, Nanami pulls back with a soft grin on his face, hearing your cute little whimpers from his action. 

He gives a small kiss on your throbbing clit and goes back to rubbing his cheek between your legs. His deep voice murmurs out as he continues to get your scent all over him. 

“I keep telling you to call me Kento, darling, I really want to hear it coming from your lips....” He fiddles with the hem of your panties as he looks up at you, awaiting your answer. 

Your hand goes back to pet his head, feeling his fluffy hair gliding in between your fingers, stalling for time as your mind mull over how to answer that. Calling him Kento feels like it would be a huge step in your relationship. Even though you guys had sex multiple times before, calling him by his first name just felt so personal… 

Does him telling you to call him Kento mean that he wants this relationship to go to the next step? Is it already on that step? Or is this just a kink of his, and you mean nothing to him?

All these questions swirl in your mind, the silence in the room growing too long for Nanami’s liking, so he gets off the floor and envelops your hand with his. Catching your attention as he leans in closer to you, kissing your knuckles softly. 

“Tell me what’s on your mind, my dear? It pains me to see you so worried.” 

Your heart twists at the sight of Nanami looking at you so worryingly; your voice catches in your throat, and you start to feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes. All the emotions you were pushing down came rushing back up all at once in this moment. Nanami instantly got up on the bed and went to hold you as soon as he saw the first tear fall down your cheek. 

Holding you against his chest as you try to voice out apologies in between your cries. He shushes you gently, having no need for your apologies; he only responds in a worried tone. 

“What made you cry, my darling? Was it something I did?” 

Hearing how sincere he was made you even more ashamed of your hot tears. You buried your head on his shoulder and mumbled out a quiet reply back.

“N-no, it wasn’t you. I just.. I don’t know.. I just don’t know what I am to you.” 

You felt Nanami's whole body freeze right under you, your heart dropped at the feeling and you were quick to spew out apologizes again for making the mood awkward. Nanami leans away and tenderly places his hands on your cheeks, his thumb wiping away a stray tear coming down. 

His face and voice were full of confusion as he asked you what you meant by that. You swallowed dryly, scared to say anything more that might ruin what you have with Nanami right now. But, you can’t just pretend like everything was fine after you cried in front of him, so you took a deep breath and asked the question.

“What are we?”

Time seemed to stop as soon as the question left your mouth; Nanami didn’t even blink, just staring at you motionless. Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach; you fucked up; you felt like you fucked up so bad. You need to do something to fix this; try to talk your way out of it or say you were joking or-

“Darling.” 

Nanami's voice broke the silence first. His hands were still holding your face so delicately like the slightest pressure might break you. He leaned forward until the gap between you two was only an inch. 

"Oh, darling, this was all my fault. I should have made it clearer what you truly mean to me.” 

He tilts his head and leans forward fully this time, until his lips press against your. Tongue slowly coming out to trace your bottom lips, wetting it nicely and gently prodding until he could slip it inside. His hands move to the back of your head and to the small of your back as he closes the distance between you and him even more. 

Taking your breath away with each swipe of his tongue on yours, pushing you down onto the bed, his body still attached to yours. Breaking away just for a moment so he could take his own clothes off, annoyed at the lack of skin to skin contact with you. Tearing at his own shirt and pants at a rapid pace, just because he couldn’t bear not touching you for even a second. 

Nanami cups your chin in his hand as he starts to pepper your face with kisses, murmuring sweet praises that leave you both embarrassed and joyful upon hearing them. 

“My dear, have you not noticed what you have been doing to me all this time?” 

Smooch Smooch Smooch

He places kisses on your brow, your nose, and your cheek. 

“You’re the reason I actually look forward to coming to work every day.”

Smooch Smooch Smooch

More kisses on your lips, down your neck, and then back up to the lobe of your ear.

“I am never letting you go, darling. My entire body and soul were captured by you, long before we shared our first night together.” He chuckles, his nose bumping along your hairline as he takes in a deep breath of your scent. 

“I am all yours; your mere presence is enough to shake me to the core. So, you ask what you mean to me?”

“Darling… You mean the entire world and mean to me. Sorry if that sounds cheesy or overexaggerated, but I truly mean that with all my heart. Life before meeting you and getting to know you was like a motionless and colorless film. Just living day to day, from one point to another, without any real goals.”

He sighs and leans back to look at you face to face, his eyes full of love and truth. 

“You brought color back to my life, it was like I was coming back to life for the first time.”

He sighs and leans back to look at you face to face, his eyes full of love and truth. 

“But if you can’t believe my words, then my actions will just have to make up for it…”

Suddenly, you sense one of his hands grazing your thigh, traveling all the way up until his thumb hooks in the middle of your underwear.

Sliding it to the side and lining up his cock with your dripping entrance. His bulbous tip is just barely pushing inside your walls. Nanami gives you a direct look nose to nose with each other in this intimate pose, while your mind is still processing all Nanami said.

"Do you trust me?" Nanami spoke softly to you, expressing all of his feelings directly in front of you. There was also a tinge of shakiness in his voice, a slight anxiety that you would tread on his heart after all of this. Even with your mind muddled, you knew a single fact for sure: you cherished and trusted Nanami with your entire being.

“I do… Kento” 

You put your arms around Nanami and draw him in for a kiss, while sinking his cock inside you. It wasn't your first time having sex with Nanami, but this time was different as his cock began to stretch out your walls. It appeared more full and filling, as if he was hitting deeper than in the past.

You moan into each other's mouths, the kissing becomes sloppier with each passing second, with each thrust that Nanami delivers. The tip of his cock hits the same spot every time with accuracy. Nanami knew the precise area to drive you mad, and his cock carved a niche there, marking his territory and claiming you as his own.

You gasp out of the kiss as Nanami angles his hips to go even deeper inside you, tilting your head back as your eyes start to roll back a bit too. Your face flush slightly from embarrassment from getting riled up so easily. Nanami didn’t relent even a bit after this though, mouthing and biting on the sensitive parts on your neck. 

His hot tongue ran up and down your skin, tasting your sweet sweat dripping down on it. 

"Oh my god, sweetheart." After a moment of stuttering hips, Nanami growls and bites down on your shoulder, using his tongue on the wound to soothe it. Now, as he slows down the speed, he makes sure that each thrust still reaches as deep as possible while giving you tender love bites on your neck and shoulders.

Feeling himself losing control, Nanami grips onto your thighs, his hands squeezing the sensitive flesh. 

“Darling… Darling, I can’t ho-hold back anymore.” Nanami pants out.. His voice sounded strained as he started to plead to you, “I need more of you, fuck… no, I need all of you.” 

Even in this situation, with his cock fully buried inside of you and Nanami on the verge of losing control, he pulled back just enough to gauge your reaction, to see whether you were still willing.

Your voice was nearly completely gone, lost in a haze of ecstasy. Yet, you were aware that you desired a lot more—, for Nanami should offer you everything he has. A gentle "Please." emerges on your lips.

That answer was enough for Nanami to push on, sliding his cock out of your cunt evoking a pitiful whine to emit from your throat. He coos at you sweetly, moving your hair away from your forehead to get a better look at your eyes. He leans over and adjusts the pillows beneath your head, fluffing them up before giving you a light kiss on the forehead. 

Your face shows a confused expression which made Nanami chuckle lowly, “Don’t worry, love. Just making sure you’re comfortable before I fuck you senseless.” Your mouth drops at his casual remark as he winks at you. Your dripping cunt now visible to him as he holds the back of your knees and pushes them up to your chest. He slaps his hard cock twice on your pussy, making you shudder with each slap. 

“Safe word is peach, alright? Can you say that back to me, so I know you're ready?” 

Your eyebrow furrows in confusion but you oblige, “Peach…” 

Nanami pushes his length back inside you as soon as you have finished speaking. Stretching you out again, inch by inch. As your warmth surrounds him, he lets out soft grunts and leans in till your foreheads meet, his cock completely buried in you. Hands on either side of your head as he slowly begins to sway his hips, his hair sliding down and tickling your cheeks faintly. 

Nanami quickly got into rhythm,  repeatedly slamming his hips until he quickly found the ideal angle. Nanami's cock pulses and throbs inside of you as you dig your claws into his shoulder, his length filling you up delectably each time. A hand briefly brushes across your cheek before letting go and slinking down. 

Down to your neck, his large hand stopping there for a moment. He wrapped his fingers around your neck, as if to measure it. The sensation causes your breath to hitch slightly, but Nanami's hand quickly leaves your neck and descends farther. Fingertips glide across your chest, brushing across your nipple and pinching it. The sudden sharp sensation made your back arch off the bed with a high pitch moan. Nanami’s cock gets even harder at this, twitching inside of you. Pinching and twisting your stiffened buds to get more cute reactions out of you. 

The majority of his body weight is now on top of you, so you feel every inch and strength as he continues to fuck you into the bed. Unable to move and powerless to Nanami's whims, your body completely submits to his force. 

“Ken-Kento, Kento, Kentoooo!” You could only babble out his names in the small times where you got your voice back, your vocabulary now just consists of his name and various moans and whimpers. 

His fingers finally begin to toy with your neglected clit, sliding across the sensitive bud. Pushing you closer to the edge, pure white hot bliss forms in your stomach, and your mind becomes blank. 

Your mouth hangs wide as you attempt to spit out a sentence or make noises that indicate you are getting close. But Nanami did not need any words to know; he could feel you tightening up, and he was also close to his limit.

“Come with me..please.. My princess.” His voice strained and heavy, as he quickened his finger on your clit and his hips gave out a few more thrust. You feel a flash of hotness pooling inside your stomach, as he releases all his load inside of you. Your body too worn out to do anything at this point but accept it all. 

Nanami takes a few breaths before finally pulling out, his cock leaking out a few more droplets. Nanami pulls your panties back to normal, wiping any leftover cum on his tip on the outside of your panties. Giving it a few taps to make sure that all his cum stays in there. 

You roll over to your side, eyes drooping down, body sore and ready to pass out. You let your eyes close as your ears perk up to listen to Nanami’s voice. 

“Get some rest, my love. My sweet princess..” He purrs out slowly, as you hear the creaking of the bed and walking. 

“I’ll come back with something to wipe you off, but I want you to keep those panties on, at least for the night. I’ll be sure to refill them tomorrow morning.” He chuckles to himself, you feel a hand caress your cheek and fluff up your hair. Nanami’s voice grows closer as you feel his lips on your forehead. 

“I love you, my princess. You are my whole world, something to be cherished and loved. Never deny my feelings for you, but if those thoughts ever darkened your mind again.” 

His voice goes down to a whisper as you drift off to sleep. 

“I will always be here to show just how much I love you, my dear.”

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Here is chapter 2! Chapter 3 will come out in a few days. Comments are appreciated and inbox is also open. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word Count: 1,914

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

After getting home from signing the contract with Yoongi you started to worry that you had just thrown away the rest of your life to some man who couldn’t even look at you without turning his lips up in disgust which lead to a panic attack. Thankfully you were staying at Jimins and he was there to help you work through it reminding you that this was for the best and in the end it would all work out. You were hesitant but at this point there was no turning back anyways as you’d already signed your name. So you and Jimin decided to drown your sorrows in pizza and chocolate ice cream instead.

Waking up the next morning you felt like you got hit by a truck. Your body was sore and you could tell your face was swollen and raw from all of the crying. Wanting nothing more than to just stay in bed wrapped up in all the blankets, you purposely ignored the insistent knocking coming from the front door. When you realized that this person was not going to go away you got up throwing on an old sweatshirt and made your way to answer it. When you swung it open ready to snap at whoever couldn’t take the hint you were greeted with the same smell from the day before. Cinnamon and vanilla. Unfortunately the man standing infront of you did not match the same warm and comforting scent that he presented. He looked you up and down with one eyebrow raised, “So that’s what you decided to wear on our first date? I knew you weren’t much of a fashionista but I expected for you to at least have pants on.” Welcoming him in before shaking your head, “What date?” Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose clearly irritated. “I texted you last night letting you know that my parents set up a reservation for us to have lunch and get to know each other. I had assumed you got the message or is reading not something you’ve mastered yet?” You bit your lip trying to stop it from shaking so you could hold back the tears threatening to spill. You didn’t understand why he had to be so mean to you. Yes this wasn’t ideal but you were willing to try and make it work or at the very least act civil. Why couldn’t he? It’s was all for his benefit anyways.

Yoongi noticed your tears and suddenly had a strange feeling course through his body. Was it guilt, regret, sadness? Either way he didn’t like it. No way was he going to let you chip away at his walls he worked so hard to put up. “Hurry up and change Y/N. I’m not going to be seen in public with you dressed like that.”, he said with a flick of his wrist shooing you away.

You quickly wiped away at the tears that were breaking through the dam as you made your way back to the spare bedroom. Digging through your clothes you knew you had nothing that would be up to Yoongi’s standards so you decided on a dark red sweater dress paired with black tights and black boots as it was starting to finally cool down in the city. You threw on some light make up and put your hair in a quick messy bun using a ribbon to tie a bow to add a simple accent. Grabbing your purse you took one final look in the mirror. You chuckled to yourself at your appearance and braced yourself for whatever snarky remark Yoongi was going to make about you.

Walking out to the living room you found him sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. You put on your best neutral face before making your presence known and announcing you were ready. Yoongi’s head lifted up and looked you up and down. You waited for his remark but he said nothing. Instead pushing past you to the front door holding it open and gesturing for you to lead the way.

The drive to the restaurant was surprisingly not as awkward as you had imagined. The restaurant, unsurprisingly, was extravagant and luxurious. The host sat the two of you at a private table towards the back corner and handed each of you a menu. Yoongi ordered the most expensive steak they had and paired it with a glass of whiskey. You on the other hand decided to go a more simple route and went with a chicken dish and a lemonade.

Yoongi sat looking at his phone, answering the occasional text message or email but ignoring your presence entirely.

“I thought your parents said we were supposed to get to know each other.”, you asked almost playfully.

You watched him roll his eyes at your statement but he put down his phone and gestured for you to continue.

Honestly you weren’t expecting that reaction so you didn’t know where to begin.

“Umm okay. What is your favorite color?”

He chuckled, “Don’t have one. I’m not a child.”

Alright, this will we harder than you thought. “What is your favorite thing to drink?”

He simply raises his glass of whiskey towards you and you nod while internally scolding yourself for such a stupid question.

You continue, “Do you have any hobbies or interests?”

“Well I like making and spending money, drinking whiskey, and women.”

Nodding your head in acceptance you’re pretty stumped on how to proceed at this point. “Anything you’d like to ask me?”, you questioned. “Nope.”, he said before taking a sip of his whiskey and returning back to his phone.

Thankfully the waiter returned placing your meals in front of you and the rest of the meal was spent in silence. You offered to pay for your lunch but Yoongi waved you off handing his card to the waiter. The ride back to Jimins was also silent and somehow more awkward than earlier and you couldn’t wait to get out of his car. The car had barely come to a stop before you were grabbing your belongings and reaching for the door handle.

“Thank you for lunch. It was very nice.”, you tried to be positive. He gave you a nod before turning his eyes back to the road. Just before you shut the door you heard your name whispered so you turned around and Yoongi was staring at you. “My assistant will contact you within the next week to set up a day for you to go over your selections for the wedding. Money is not an issue so you can pick whatever you want.”

You gave a small smile and shut the door watching as he sped off like he couldn’t get away from you quick enough.

The following day the announcement was made that Yoongi was set to be married. Social media sites were a mess trying to find out any information they could about the lucky woman that stole the heart of one of the worlds most eligible bachelors. Somehow they were able to find out most of your life story and plastered it all over their websites much to your dismay. It seemed like everything was working according to the plan. Most articles painted Yoongi to be the good hearted CEO that was turning his life around after falling in love with the a sweet foreigner who grew up as an orphan and was now set to marry a billionaire. One article even called you ‘A Real Life Cinderella’ which made you double over in laughter. If they only knew how your future husband was the farthest thing from a prince charming. You tossed your phone on the bed not wanting to read any more.

Just as he had said would happen Yoongi’s assistant contacted you about the wedding and that set off a whirlwind of events. The next two weeks were spent planning a wedding that you were trying your hardest to be excited for. Yoongi of course wanted no part of it so everything was on you. You left what you could up to the wedding planner. It didn’t even really feel like your wedding at this point so you didn’t feel the need to be apart of every decision anyways. Your only request being that the wedding flowers be Blue Hydrangeas which thankfully fit in with the theme that was planned.

The day of your wedding you slipped into the gown that was chosen for you. A beautiful one of a kind Valentino gown. The silhouette fit you perfectly with a train that was just long enough to be dramatic but not obnoxious. The lace detail along with the beading must’ve taken hours. The very low cut back made you feel beautiful and sexy. You’re sure the Mins had to pay extra to have it made in such short notice.

Hearing the door click shut you smiled when you turned around and saw Jimin walking over arms out ready to embrace you in a hug. “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful.” “Thank you Jimin. I guess a dress that costs more than a car can make anyone look good.”

He playfully shoved your shoulder. “Oh before I forget, Yoongi wanted me to give this to you.” Reaching for the black velvet box you gasped looking down at the two diamond earrings staring back at you. “Wow your man has good taste.”, Jimin chuckled. You softly scoffed to yourself while adding the earrings to your look. You figured Yoongi probably just had his assistant go out and buy the most expensive pair he could find. No way did Min Yoongi put thought and effort into a gift like this.

Standing behind the large double doors staring down at the bouquet in your hand you started questioning everything. You always believed in true love. Ever since you were a little girl you would imagine your own wedding. Never did you think you’d be in an arranged marriage and to someone who despises you so deeply.

Feeling someone squeeze your hand you looked up and saw Jimin giving you a comforting smile. You were thankful that he was there to walk you down the aisle. The music started as the double doors were swung open giving everyone the first look at the bride. Taking a deep breath you slowly walked down the aisle too afraid to make eye contact with Yoongi. You feared that if you saw him look down at you that you would just lose it and ruin your very expensive and time consuming makeup with tears.

Once at the alter you gave Jimin a kiss on the cheek and watched him walk off to his designated spot. Unfortunately, you could no longer avoid looking at Yoongi. But when you looked up it was worse than you could’ve imagined. Instead of looking down at you with disgust he wasn’t even looking at you at all. His eyes were fixated off to the side at something or someone in the audience. Following his direction you saw the cause of this distraction. A young beautiful blond woman wearing a dress that you would consider more appropriate for a club than a wedding. She was shyly giving him a discreet wave. Softly you whispered in shock to yourself getting the attention of your future husband who now looked back at you noticing the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and for some reason he almost felt guilty. Almost.

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There'd Better Be a Mirrorball | Azriel x OFC [part four]

Summary: Time skip. Cassian decides Eowyn could benefit from a little extra training. a.k.a., let the slow-burn begin

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: swearing, sexual implications, male/female sparring, shy!Azriel, use of the word "ginger" to refer to Eris

Minors, do not interact.

a/n: thank you so much for accompanying me in this journey! let's figure out where this story is headed together, shall we?

part three

Masterlist

"I just kept hoping, I just kept hoping

the way would become clear.

I spent all this time

tryna play nice and fight my way here.

See, I've been having me a real hard time

but it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright."

Alabama Shakes, This Feeling

CASSIAN POV

He knew, from the moment he woke up, that today would be a good day.

Knew it when he woke up with his mate’s lips wrapped around his cock, knelt with her ass up from between his legs as she looked up at him, her gray eyes lit with knowing mischief as she roused him in his second favorite way of waking up (second only to his gaining of consciousness from between her thighs, a game they liked to play– how long until Cassian realizes he’s being suffocated by his mate’s pussy?)

Knew it when he went down to breakfast, to find his usual porridge, the gruel made better when his mate added those tiny dashes of cinnamon and allspice she’d been obsessing over since Eowyn began to introduce a myriad of spices she assured didn’t carry empty calories and made everything taste better.

But getting punched in the face? That solidified his assessment for the day.

The sound of bones hitting flesh was not an uncommon sound in the training ring. After all, that was what they were there to do. But the sound of Eowyn’s small but fierce fist connecting with the side of his jaw echoed through the ring with such a thunderous smack that everyone stopped what they were doing and focused only on them.

When he saw Eowyn’s wide, almost fearful eyes, the only part of her face revealed from her coverings, the only thing he could do was grin in reply. “Think you can do that again?” He challenged, moving his jaw side to side to relieve the familiar ache.

Instantly, the fear disappeared as she remembered that this was what they were here for and she had done absolutely nothing wrong.

It had been a few months since the young priestess had joined their little group of Warrior Priestesses, as he liked to call them. Although he had to admit he was rather partial to his mate and her friends, Eowyn had been quick to sneak her way into his limited list of favorite people. The girl was strong, both in character and when it came to the constant drilling they did. She was determined and always hyper-focused, never hesitating to repeat a motion or new move again and again until she got it right— did so, with little to no complaint, as well.

She was funny in a strange way, sharing that dry wit that he always came to associate with his mate, one of the reasons he believed the girls got along so well. And she was incredibly smart. He had no need to see her septganiums to know that, she simply oozed a certain sense of knowing. One had only to take a look at her deep dark eyes (in the rare and far between occasions she didn’t cover her entire head, that is) to see that shrewdness in her eye, as if she was in on a joke with the world at everyone else’s expense.

But most of all, she was fast.

The first time he’d seen her and Azriel go at it during their hand-to-hand combat sessions (as she was the odd-fae out when the females paired off to spar), he hadn’t hesitated to insert himself, practically trembling with excitement as he proposed a trade with his brother. Azriel could train with the three Valkyries, as they were honing in their sword-fighting and everyone knew that swordplay was Az’s area of expertise, while Cassian gave Wynnie a whirl, he had said, winking at the priestess whose only reply was to jut out a hip and rest a hand on it in an endearingly sassy way.

He hadn’t missed the way his brother’s jaw clenched in annoyance despite his otherwise unmoved face, as he merely nodded once, stilted, and left them to spar. He also hadn’t missed the fact that he could often feel his brother’s penetrating gaze on them whenever Cass had to physically adjust Eowyn’s elbows or whenever he landed a slightly-too-hard blow upon the young priestess (who actually took the jabs with much more grace and sportsmanship than others he knew— I’m looking at you, Rhys— he called out into the open void of his head in case the High Lord was eavesdropping).

But today of all days, Eowyn’s training had paid off. Months of hard training and half-taunting her had culminated into the perfect moment where she had landed a concise and heavy blow to his jaw, in a manner much too fast and skilled for him to catch immediately.

He had never been more proud of her.

Surprise gone, she smirked at him from under her covering, eyes glinting with mirth, “I’m about to drop you like a sack of potatoes.”

Grinning back, he got in position, wings ruffling slightly and beckoned her to try.

—

Although no one had the remotest intention of allowing any of the Valkyries near the upcoming Blood Rite, Cassian and Azriel had decided that the obstacle course from the previous year had been an invigorating and perfect team-building success.

The Valkyries, both the new and the slightly more experienced, continued their tradition at the end of each training session to attempt to cut the ribbon, not so much as the true Valkyrie rite of passage, but out of respect and tradition for their predecessors. The obstacle course had been something that was itching at Cassian’s brain again and he was looking forward to seeing what this batch of Warrior Priestesses could do.

Thus, he had dragged Azriel over to the kitchen table that same night to begin to brainstorm possible courses for the girls that didn’t overlap with what they had done before. Thankfully his brother was an endless pit of ideas, some more fatal that others, but all so concise that Cassian knew Azriel had been planning this for much longer than he thought.

Yawning behind his mug, Cassian inspected his brother before taking a sip from his lavender and chamomile tea, yet another addition to his routine influenced by Eowyn. The reminder of the young female brought a sudden idea to his mind.

“What do you think of Eowyn?” He asked his brother casually, trying to remember if he’d ever seen the pair interact beyond the basics of training.

Azriel, to his credit, didn’t choke on his own tea, exactly, but Cassian— not the most observant by nature but also not an idiot— noticed the way his brother seemed to tense, his breathing halting before painstakingly exhaling out the smallest hint of a shudder, his eyes suddenly fixed on the fruit at the center of the table.

“What… do you mean?” Azriel asked slowly.

Cassian chuckled lightly, a little confused as he looked at his brother in a way to say what do you think I mean? Just exactly what I asked.

“She punched me in the face today,” Cassian stated obviously, as if that hadn’t been the talk echoing through the mountain all day long. His brother looked up at him and blinked, face blank. 

Cassian took that as encouragement to continue, although he found himself slightly concerned at the fact that he had to spell it out for him. “She’s skilled. And she works hard, wants to work hard,” he emphasized. “I mean she hasn’t said anything to me, but I think some extra training would do her good.”

“You want her to train more?” His brother seemed to gather his composure, and although his strange behavior sparked a little tendril of interest in Cassian, he let it go for the moment.

“I want you to train her more,” Cassian corrected, placing his clasped hands on the table in a manner he’d seen Rhys do one too many times.

“Why don’t you do it?” Azriel bristled.

“Because I have courier duties with what’s-his-ginger-face.”

“And you assume I have nothing better to do with my time? Weren’t you assigned that job specifically because I was too swamped with work?”

“But all that shit with Briallyn is over and done with, and we haven’t heard a peep or anything related to Koschei in months,” he took another sip of his tea, making a mental note to send Eowyn some flowers or something. He’d quickly gotten addicted to his night tea, almost as much as the fancy roasted beans she liked to grind together and brew for him and the other girls whenever Nesta had them over for lunch. “That is, unless you want to take back your place and deal with that pompous asshole?”

Cassian thought about it. “Actually, that does sound better.”

“No,” Azriel spoke with such finality that Cassian could only stare at him. Azriel cleared his throat, “you know I can’t stand that prick.” He looked away and sighed, “alright, I’ll train her.”

“If she even wants to,” Cassian chuckled. “I know you don’t stay here as much as you used to, but you should consider coming back here if she agrees. And don’t start with that ‘I don’t want to intrude’ bullshit. Wynnie hangs around here all the time and we barely even see her.”

“That’s because she’s always in the greenhouse.”

“And how would you know that?” Cassian couldn’t help but prod, disregarding his earlier decision to leave things alone. Azriel only motioned to his shadows, eyebrow raised. Cassian continued, although with no small amount of doubt at his brother’s nonchalance. “You know, it’s actually been pretty nice having her around. Granted, she’s always talking to herself, but she’s got good taste,” he brought the tea cup up in mock salute.

“You don’t have to convince me, I already agreed to train her” Azriel rolled his eyes.

But there was more there. Cassian knew his brother, knew him better than anyone other than Rhys, who could quite literally enter his mind, and he knew there was something there, something simmering under the surface.

He only hoped no one got burned in the process.

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender, “we’ll ask her tomorrow then.”

—

As he settled down for bed after taking a long and quite enlightening bubbly bath with his mate, he listened as she shared the details of her day with him. Nesta’s back was to him as she sat on the bed, hands expertly plaiting her hair into a long loose braid as she recounted her day, asking him about his own as they had come to do as part of their nightly routine since they solidified their mating bond.

He shrugged as he told his wife about his day, tactfully avoiding his plan to reconstruct the obstacle courses that she and the priestesses hated so much, but recounted everything else, including his idea to have Azriel train Wynnie.

He noticed, as he noticed every fluttering eyelash and breath his mate so much as took, the way she tensed up slightly, back still to him before she swung her finished braid over her shoulder and settled into her side of the bed, eyebrow raised questioningly at him.

“What?” He asked immediately, “you don’t think it’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s going to complicate things, that’s for sure.”

“What do you mean?” He frowned, “has she complained to you? Am I being too hard on her?” He asked, suddenly thinking back to his interactions with Eowyn and trying to decipher if she ever expressed any discomfort or displeasure by the training. But damn, it was so hard to tell without being able to see her face properly.

“No, it’s not that,” his mate assured, immediately, knowing her mate well enough to know he’d spiral into a hole and start overthinking his friendship with all the priestesses while he was at it. “It’s just that..” she trailed off slightly, gray eyes turning up to think about her words, “you know… Gwyn hasn’t spoken a word to Azriel since you let it slip that he hated the dagger she gave him-“

“I apologized for that!”

“-yes, but she hasn’t spoken to him for two months. And Azriel has barely even noticed,” she huffed. “But do you know who Az can’t seem to take his eyes off?”

He knew this. Of course, he knew this. He had felt Az’s eyes on them on more than one occasion, and he knew well that his brother seemed to have a thing for unattainable and uninterested females.

He only frowned, not needing to answer.

“And Gwyn has noticed. Of course she’s noticed, she watches him like a hawk.”

Cassian settled into bed, pulling his mate into his chest. “You think there’s something going on between Az and Wynnie?” he mumbled to her.

“No,” Nesta said immediately, settling further into the spot between his shoulder and neck that she’d claimed as her own. “Wynnie wouldn’t do that to Gwyn.”

Cassian hummed, mind turning before coming to a decision. “But we can’t meddle in their business, Nes. I think Eowyn would really benefit from more training and I can’t do it myself, otherwise I would.”

“I know,” his mate sighed sleepily, “I’m just saying it’s going to be a proper mess.”

—

After training, a session no less grueling than the rest, but not quite as backbreaking as the obstacle courses they were going to face in the next few months, he called Wynnie over after her daily attempt at cutting the ribbon.

The practice had become a staple in their daily training, and every day the priestesses would stand before the ribbon, swords raised in their preferred manner of combat and would slice the swords down with precision, if not quite the necessary finesse required to cut the ribbon clean off.

“I know, I know, ‘it’s all in the wrist,’” she huffed when she approached them. 

Despite his own suspicions that his brother held a special interest in the young priestess that went beyond a trainer/trainee status, he hadn’t truly considered why until his conversation with his mate the previous night. After his mating bond with Nesta— no, after meeting Nesta, even while she was still human— he hadn’t bothered to look at females in any other way that wasn’t purely platonic or inconsequential. 

He knew Eowyn was a rather pretty fae, of course, even despite the scars she kept well hidden, but he’d never seen her as anything other than his mate’s friend. As his friend.

She was of average height, neither too tall nor too short. Her clothes were no different from the rest of the priestesses, if perhaps only darker tones, and she often wore what he thought were skirts but were only very loose pants that allowed for unrestricted, if only heavier, movements. She also lacked the circlet and stone placed upon the center of the forehead that most, if not all, priestesses wore, even over their face coverings.

He’d seen her face only a handful of times when he "accidentally" walked in on the females having their bi-weekly lunches, and although he couldn’t pinpoint every feature exactly, not wanting to be caught staring at her, he knew she was pretty and had possibly the darkest eyes he’d ever seen.

And perhaps it was that. Her eyes. So dark and expressive and full of knowing that had his brother in a trance, for when she approached Cassian and Azriel wearing only a mask-like covering over only the bottom half of her face— her eyes shining bright from the exercise and dark hair pulled away into two braids down her back, a few stray hairs rebelling against their captivity, his brother only stared and didn’t say. A single. Word.

“So, what do you usually do after practice?” Cassian asked casually, feeling the need to ease them into a conversation that truly shouldn’t be all that difficult to have.

She gave him a weird look, one eyebrow raising slightly, “Unless I’m needed at the library, I like to go to the greenhouse while the sun is still out and tend to the plants. Then I go back to the library and work,” she looked at him questioningly, “why?”

“How would you feel about a little extra training?”

She snorted, “you’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not,” he said seriously, glancing at his brother from the corner of his eye to see if he had anything to add, but his brother’s gaze only remained fixed on the young priestess, taking in the unfamiliar sight of her dark hair. “We think you could really benefit from a few extra hours of one-on-one training and-“

“Am I doing that badly?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing, “I thought this was all just to create a routine. To destress and gain strength and all that.”

“It is” he assured immediately, “and on the contrary, you’re doing great. We can see how hard you’re working and all the effort you put in, and we just wanted to offer you some—“

“You come back to the ring sometimes. At night, when everyone’s in bed,” Azriel spoke up, if perhaps a bit softer than was normal for him. “Do you have trouble sleeping?”

If she was surprised that he knew about her late night prowling, she didn’t show it. Her dark shrewd eyes scanned his face before meeting his eyes. “Sometimes,” she replied in the same tone.

“This could help you with that, if our group training isn’t enough,” Cassian added.

She considered their words for a few seconds and crossed her arms over her chest, finally nodding slowly. “How would it work? I just stay here and train with you both for another hour or..?”

“Well, it would just be Az, mostly. Maybe if I get a day off, I could stop by for a bit” Cassian clarified, “and we can work around whatever routine works best for you. If you’re needed at the library on any day, you can just let us know and we’ll figure something out.”

“To start, would you be willing to stay for another two hours, maybe three times a week?” Azriel asked.

She considered it for a second and then sighed, “alright. I can’t say I’m looking forward to getting my ass handed to me by the Lord of Shadows, but that should work out fine.”

Cassian snorted a laugh, glancing over at his brother to see his lip barely twitch in amusement and his ears turn red. Lord of Shadows, huh? Maybe not so unattainable and uninterested, after all.

“We start tomorrow,” Azriel said, a smile barely grazing his lips, hazel eyes shining bright.

part five

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Some individuals may claim that SARMs have minimal negative side effects due to their selective nature, or that they are safer than anabolic steroids. However, scientific evidence suggests otherwise.

Dr. Sanyal notes, “More research is necessary to fully understand the effects of SARMs and their long-term implications, but initial studies have raised several concerns.”

The FDA has highlighted various risks and side effects associated with SARMs, including:

Increased risk of heart attack or stroke

Psychosis and hallucinations

Sleep disturbances

Sexual dysfunction

Liver damage and acute liver failure

Infertility

Miscarriage

Testicular shrinkage

“SARMs have not undergone the comprehensive longitudinal studies needed to thoroughly assess their risks and potential benefits,” Dr. Sanyal explains. “Future research will also shed light on how SARMs may interact with other medications and supplements.”

Researchers are currently investigating the medical applications of SARMs for individuals experiencing severe muscle loss, such as those suffering from age-related muscle wasting, HIV, or those who have lost muscle mass due to chemotherapy.

Conclusion

When selecting the right SARMs stack for your needs, the most important factors to consider are your previous experience with SARMs and your specific goals for the cycle.

Here are some general recommendations:

Start with the lowest dose and shortest cycle duration suggested by the manufacturer.

Consider adding non-SARMs like Cardarine or MK-677 to support your stack.

Always have a post-cycle therapy (PCT) plan in place for after your cycle ends.

Stay proactive with health supplements during and after your cycle.

Be patient, and ensure your diet and training align with your fitness objectives!

SARMs Stack FAQs

Which is the best SARM for muscle building?The most effective SARM for muscle growth is OTR-AC, which is significantly more potent than Ostarine and provides powerful lean muscle-building benefits.

What SARMs can be stacked?There are many options for stacking SARMs! If unsure, start with milder SARMs like Ostarine or Andarine as the foundation of your stack, and consider adding a non-hormonal supplement such as MK-677 or Cardarine to mitigate side effects before introducing another SARM.

Which SARM is the most powerful?At Predator Nutrition, OTR-AC Elite is considered the strongest SARM available, followed closely by YK-11, which is exceptionally potent and carries a steroid-like classification. However, OTR-AC utilizes ester technology similar to testosterone, giving it an edge in potency.

What is the best stack for RAD 140?Radarine can be effectively stacked with another SARM, such as Ligandrol. You can also include supplements targeting the PPAR pathway like Cardarine or those that boost growth hormone levels, such as Ibutamoren.

What is the ideal stack for LGD 4033?For an effective muscle-building and strength-enhancing stack, we recommend combining LGD with Testolone or Ibutamoren.

Can RAD 140 and Cardarine be stacked?Absolutely! Cardarine is non-hormonal and does not act on androgen receptors, making it compatible with RAD 140. These two can work together synergistically to enhance fitness and endurance.

Is it safe to stack SARMs with steroids?While theoretically possible, stacking SARMs with steroids should be approached with caution, as there is limited research on the subject. This combination is recommended only for advanced users of powerful supplements. Always use on-cycle support and start with low doses of each compound.

Can SARMs be combined with prohormones?SARMs can be stacked with prohormones, but it is advisable to proceed with caution. Introduce one supplement at a time, and after several cycles, you may add a low effective dose of another SARM or prohormone to enhance the stack. Cardarine or Ibutamoren can be included in any stack since they do not fall into these categories.

Should SARMs be stacked with testosterone boosters?While it’s more beneficial to use testosterone boosters post-cycle, using them during a cycle won’t be harmful. Keep in mind that artificial testosterone increases can suppress natural production, but testosterone boosters can help restart endogenous production after the cycle ends.

What is the best SARMs brand?It’s essential to thoroughly research SARMs brands to avoid counterfeits. Trusted names include Augmented Labs and Olympus Labs, which are available at Predator Nutrition.

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Best SARMs For Women 2024 : LGD 4033) Ligandrol - Focal Point Vitality

What Are SARMs?

SARMs, or selective androgen receptor modulators, are a class of compounds that specifically target androgen receptors in the body.

Androgens, such as testosterone and dihydrotestosterone (DHT), are hormones linked to muscle growth, bone density, and sexual function, as explained by Dr. Sanyal.

______________________________________________________________

​​>>>>>>>>> Click Here To Buy (SARMs ) Official Website <<<<<<<<<

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______________________________________________________________

While everyone has androgens, individuals assigned male at birth (AMAB) typically produce higher levels than those assigned female at birth (AFAB).

For androgens to exert their effects, they must bind to specific receptors throughout the body, but these receptors are not always fully activated, which is normal.

SARMs work by effectively bypassing this limitation. You can think of SARMs as a key that unlocks androgen receptors in muscle and bone tissues, facilitating a surge of testosterone and DHT into those areas.

One consequence of this activation is accelerated muscle growth, often without the need for extensive weightlifting. However, there are other effects to consider, some of which may pose risks. More on those shortly.

How to Identify if You’re Purchasing SARMs

When it comes to buying SARMs, it’s essential to be vigilant, as some supplement manufacturers attempt to circumvent regulations.

One indication that you might be looking at a product containing SARMs is the disclaimer on the label. Since SARMs are not permitted to be marketed as dietary supplements, you might see phrases like “For research purposes only” or “Not for human consumption” on the packaging.

Another approach is to check the ingredients list. However, be aware that SARMs can be listed under various names, making them challenging to identify among a long list of ingredients.

According to the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency (USADA), some of the most commonly used SARMs include:

Ingredients and Their Benefits

Magnesium: Supports muscle growth and helps combat fatigue.

Salacia: Maintains healthy blood sugar levels while enhancing metabolic function.

Zinc: Promotes immune health and aids in protein synthesis.

Fennel 4:1 Extract: Supports digestion and reduces inflammation.

Southern Ginseng: Boosts energy levels and enhances overall well-being.

Reishi Mushroom Extract: Strengthens immune function and helps alleviate stress.

Cinnamon 30:1 Extract: Enhances insulin sensitivity and promotes fat loss.

What Are the Risks and Side Effects of SARMs?

Some individuals may claim that SARMs have minimal negative side effects due to their selective nature, or that they are safer than anabolic steroids. However, scientific evidence suggests otherwise.

Dr. Sanyal notes, “More research is necessary to fully understand the effects of SARMs and their long-term implications, but initial studies have raised several concerns.”

The FDA has highlighted various risks and side effects associated with SARMs, including:

Increased risk of heart attack or stroke

Psychosis and hallucinations

Sleep disturbances

Sexual dysfunction

Liver damage and acute liver failure

Infertility

Miscarriage

Testicular shrinkage

“SARMs have not undergone the comprehensive longitudinal studies needed to thoroughly assess their risks and potential benefits,” Dr. Sanyal explains. “Future research will also shed light on how SARMs may interact with other medications and supplements.”

Researchers are currently investigating the medical applications of SARMs for individuals experiencing severe muscle loss, such as those suffering from age-related muscle wasting, HIV, or those who have lost muscle mass due to chemotherapy.

Conclusion

When selecting the right SARMs stack for your needs, the most important factors to consider are your previous experience with SARMs and your specific goals for the cycle.

Here are some general recommendations:

Start with the lowest dose and shortest cycle duration suggested by the manufacturer.

Consider adding non-SARMs like Cardarine or MK-677 to support your stack.

Always have a post-cycle therapy (PCT) plan in place for after your cycle ends.

Stay proactive with health supplements during and after your cycle.

Be patient, and ensure your diet and training align with your fitness objectives!

SARMs Stack FAQs

Which is the best SARM for muscle building?The most effective SARM for muscle growth is OTR-AC, which is significantly more potent than Ostarine and provides powerful lean muscle-building benefits.

What SARMs can be stacked?There are many options for stacking SARMs! If unsure, start with milder SARMs like Ostarine or Andarine as the foundation of your stack, and consider adding a non-hormonal supplement such as MK-677 or Cardarine to mitigate side effects before introducing another SARM.

Which SARM is the most powerful?At Predator Nutrition, OTR-AC Elite is considered the strongest SARM available, followed closely by YK-11, which is exceptionally potent and carries a steroid-like classification. However, OTR-AC utilizes ester technology similar to testosterone, giving it an edge in potency.

What is the best stack for RAD 140?Radarine can be effectively stacked with another SARM, such as Ligandrol. You can also include supplements targeting the PPAR pathway like Cardarine or those that boost growth hormone levels, such as Ibutamoren.

What is the ideal stack for LGD 4033?For an effective muscle-building and strength-enhancing stack, we recommend combining LGD with Testolone or Ibutamoren.

Can RAD 140 and Cardarine be stacked?Absolutely! Cardarine is non-hormonal and does not act on androgen receptors, making it compatible with RAD 140. These two can work together synergistically to enhance fitness and endurance.

Is it safe to stack SARMs with steroids?While theoretically possible, stacking SARMs with steroids should be approached with caution, as there is limited research on the subject. This combination is recommended only for advanced users of powerful supplements. Always use on-cycle support and start with low doses of each compound.

Can SARMs be combined with prohormones?SARMs can be stacked with prohormones, but it is advisable to proceed with caution. Introduce one supplement at a time, and after several cycles, you may add a low effective dose of another SARM or prohormone to enhance the stack. Cardarine or Ibutamoren can be included in any stack since they do not fall into these categories.

Should SARMs be stacked with testosterone boosters?While it’s more beneficial to use testosterone boosters post-cycle, using them during a cycle won’t be harmful. Keep in mind that artificial testosterone increases can suppress natural production, but testosterone boosters can help restart endogenous production after the cycle ends.

What is the best SARMs brand?It’s essential to thoroughly research SARMs brands to avoid counterfeits. Trusted names include Augmented Labs and Olympus Labs, which are available at Predator Nutrition.

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Best SARMs For Women 2024 : LGD 4033) Ligandrol - Focal Point Vitality

What Are SARMs?

SARMs, or selective androgen receptor modulators, are a class of compounds that specifically target androgen receptors in the body.

Androgens, such as testosterone and dihydrotestosterone (DHT), are hormones linked to muscle growth, bone density, and sexual function, as explained by Dr. Sanyal.

______________________________________________________________

​​>>>>>>>>> Click Here To Buy (SARMs ) Official Website <<<<<<<<<

 Click Here To Buy: 

______________________________________________________________

While everyone has androgens, individuals assigned male at birth (AMAB) typically produce higher levels than those assigned female at birth (AFAB).

For androgens to exert their effects, they must bind to specific receptors throughout the body, but these receptors are not always fully activated, which is normal.

SARMs work by effectively bypassing this limitation. You can think of SARMs as a key that unlocks androgen receptors in muscle and bone tissues, facilitating a surge of testosterone and DHT into those areas.

One consequence of this activation is accelerated muscle growth, often without the need for extensive weightlifting. However, there are other effects to consider, some of which may pose risks. More on those shortly.

How to Identify if You’re Purchasing SARMs

When it comes to buying SARMs, it’s essential to be vigilant, as some supplement manufacturers attempt to circumvent regulations.

One indication that you might be looking at a product containing SARMs is the disclaimer on the label. Since SARMs are not permitted to be marketed as dietary supplements, you might see phrases like “For research purposes only” or “Not for human consumption” on the packaging.

Another approach is to check the ingredients list. However, be aware that SARMs can be listed under various names, making them challenging to identify among a long list of ingredients.

According to the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency (USADA), some of the most commonly used SARMs include:

Ingredients and Their Benefits

Magnesium: Supports muscle growth and helps combat fatigue.

Salacia: Maintains healthy blood sugar levels while enhancing metabolic function.

Zinc: Promotes immune health and aids in protein synthesis.

Fennel 4:1 Extract: Supports digestion and reduces inflammation.

Southern Ginseng: Boosts energy levels and enhances overall well-being.

Reishi Mushroom Extract: Strengthens immune function and helps alleviate stress.

Cinnamon 30:1 Extract: Enhances insulin sensitivity and promotes fat loss.

What Are the Risks and Side Effects of SARMs?

Some individuals may claim that SARMs have minimal negative side effects due to their selective nature, or that they are safer than anabolic steroids. However, scientific evidence suggests otherwise.

Dr. Sanyal notes, “More research is necessary to fully understand the effects of SARMs and their long-term implications, but initial studies have raised several concerns.”

The FDA has highlighted various risks and side effects associated with SARMs, including:

Increased risk of heart attack or stroke

Psychosis and hallucinations

Sleep disturbances

Sexual dysfunction

Liver damage and acute liver failure

Infertility

Miscarriage

Testicular shrinkage

“SARMs have not undergone the comprehensive longitudinal studies needed to thoroughly assess their risks and potential benefits,” Dr. Sanyal explains. “Future research will also shed light on how SARMs may interact with other medications and supplements.”

Researchers are currently investigating the medical applications of SARMs for individuals experiencing severe muscle loss, such as those suffering from age-related muscle wasting, HIV, or those who have lost muscle mass due to chemotherapy.

Conclusion

When selecting the right SARMs stack for your needs, the most important factors to consider are your previous experience with SARMs and your specific goals for the cycle.

Here are some general recommendations:

Start with the lowest dose and shortest cycle duration suggested by the manufacturer.

Consider adding non-SARMs like Cardarine or MK-677 to support your stack.

Always have a post-cycle therapy (PCT) plan in place for after your cycle ends.

Stay proactive with health supplements during and after your cycle.

Be patient, and ensure your diet and training align with your fitness objectives!

SARMs Stack FAQs

Which is the best SARM for muscle building?The most effective SARM for muscle growth is OTR-AC, which is significantly more potent than Ostarine and provides powerful lean muscle-building benefits.

What SARMs can be stacked?There are many options for stacking SARMs! If unsure, start with milder SARMs like Ostarine or Andarine as the foundation of your stack, and consider adding a non-hormonal supplement such as MK-677 or Cardarine to mitigate side effects before introducing another SARM.

Which SARM is the most powerful?At Predator Nutrition, OTR-AC Elite is considered the strongest SARM available, followed closely by YK-11, which is exceptionally potent and carries a steroid-like classification. However, OTR-AC utilizes ester technology similar to testosterone, giving it an edge in potency.

What is the best stack for RAD 140?Radarine can be effectively stacked with another SARM, such as Ligandrol. You can also include supplements targeting the PPAR pathway like Cardarine or those that boost growth hormone levels, such as Ibutamoren.

What is the ideal stack for LGD 4033?For an effective muscle-building and strength-enhancing stack, we recommend combining LGD with Testolone or Ibutamoren.

Can RAD 140 and Cardarine be stacked?Absolutely! Cardarine is non-hormonal and does not act on androgen receptors, making it compatible with RAD 140. These two can work together synergistically to enhance fitness and endurance.

Is it safe to stack SARMs with steroids?While theoretically possible, stacking SARMs with steroids should be approached with caution, as there is limited research on the subject. This combination is recommended only for advanced users of powerful supplements. Always use on-cycle support and start with low doses of each compound.

Can SARMs be combined with prohormones?SARMs can be stacked with prohormones, but it is advisable to proceed with caution. Introduce one supplement at a time, and after several cycles, you may add a low effective dose of another SARM or prohormone to enhance the stack. Cardarine or Ibutamoren can be included in any stack since they do not fall into these categories.

Should SARMs be stacked with testosterone boosters?While it’s more beneficial to use testosterone boosters post-cycle, using them during a cycle won’t be harmful. Keep in mind that artificial testosterone increases can suppress natural production, but testosterone boosters can help restart endogenous production after the cycle ends.

What is the best SARMs brand?It’s essential to thoroughly research SARMs brands to avoid counterfeits. Trusted names include Augmented Labs and Olympus Labs, which are available at Predator Nutrition.

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Best SARMs For Women 2024 : LGD 4033) Ligandrol - Focal Point Vitality

What Are SARMs?

SARMs, or selective androgen receptor modulators, are a class of compounds that specifically target androgen receptors in the body.

Androgens, such as testosterone and dihydrotestosterone (DHT), are hormones linked to muscle growth, bone density, and sexual function, as explained by Dr. Sanyal.

______________________________________________________________

​​>>>>>>>>> Click Here To Buy (SARMs ) Official Website <<<<<<<<<

 Click Here To Buy: 

______________________________________________________________

While everyone has androgens, individuals assigned male at birth (AMAB) typically produce higher levels than those assigned female at birth (AFAB).

For androgens to exert their effects, they must bind to specific receptors throughout the body, but these receptors are not always fully activated, which is normal.

SARMs work by effectively bypassing this limitation. You can think of SARMs as a key that unlocks androgen receptors in muscle and bone tissues, facilitating a surge of testosterone and DHT into those areas.

One consequence of this activation is accelerated muscle growth, often without the need for extensive weightlifting. However, there are other effects to consider, some of which may pose risks. More on those shortly.

How to Identify if You’re Purchasing SARMs

When it comes to buying SARMs, it’s essential to be vigilant, as some supplement manufacturers attempt to circumvent regulations.

One indication that you might be looking at a product containing SARMs is the disclaimer on the label. Since SARMs are not permitted to be marketed as dietary supplements, you might see phrases like “For research purposes only” or “Not for human consumption” on the packaging.

Another approach is to check the ingredients list. However, be aware that SARMs can be listed under various names, making them challenging to identify among a long list of ingredients.

According to the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency (USADA), some of the most commonly used SARMs include:

Ingredients and Their Benefits

Magnesium: Supports muscle growth and helps combat fatigue.

Salacia: Maintains healthy blood sugar levels while enhancing metabolic function.

Zinc: Promotes immune health and aids in protein synthesis.

Fennel 4:1 Extract: Supports digestion and reduces inflammation.

Southern Ginseng: Boosts energy levels and enhances overall well-being.

Reishi Mushroom Extract: Strengthens immune function and helps alleviate stress.

Cinnamon 30:1 Extract: Enhances insulin sensitivity and promotes fat loss.

What Are the Risks and Side Effects of SARMs?

Some individuals may claim that SARMs have minimal negative side effects due to their selective nature, or that they are safer than anabolic steroids. However, scientific evidence suggests otherwise.

Dr. Sanyal notes, “More research is necessary to fully understand the effects of SARMs and their long-term implications, but initial studies have raised several concerns.”

The FDA has highlighted various risks and side effects associated with SARMs, including:

Increased risk of heart attack or stroke

Psychosis and hallucinations

Sleep disturbances

Sexual dysfunction

Liver damage and acute liver failure

Infertility

Miscarriage

Testicular shrinkage

“SARMs have not undergone the comprehensive longitudinal studies needed to thoroughly assess their risks and potential benefits,” Dr. Sanyal explains. “Future research will also shed light on how SARMs may interact with other medications and supplements.”

Researchers are currently investigating the medical applications of SARMs for individuals experiencing severe muscle loss, such as those suffering from age-related muscle wasting, HIV, or those who have lost muscle mass due to chemotherapy.

Conclusion

When selecting the right SARMs stack for your needs, the most important factors to consider are your previous experience with SARMs and your specific goals for the cycle.

Here are some general recommendations:

Start with the lowest dose and shortest cycle duration suggested by the manufacturer.

Consider adding non-SARMs like Cardarine or MK-677 to support your stack.

Always have a post-cycle therapy (PCT) plan in place for after your cycle ends.

Stay proactive with health supplements during and after your cycle.

Be patient, and ensure your diet and training align with your fitness objectives!

SARMs Stack FAQs

Which is the best SARM for muscle building?The most effective SARM for muscle growth is OTR-AC, which is significantly more potent than Ostarine and provides powerful lean muscle-building benefits.

What SARMs can be stacked?There are many options for stacking SARMs! If unsure, start with milder SARMs like Ostarine or Andarine as the foundation of your stack, and consider adding a non-hormonal supplement such as MK-677 or Cardarine to mitigate side effects before introducing another SARM.

Which SARM is the most powerful?At Predator Nutrition, OTR-AC Elite is considered the strongest SARM available, followed closely by YK-11, which is exceptionally potent and carries a steroid-like classification. However, OTR-AC utilizes ester technology similar to testosterone, giving it an edge in potency.

What is the best stack for RAD 140?Radarine can be effectively stacked with another SARM, such as Ligandrol. You can also include supplements targeting the PPAR pathway like Cardarine or those that boost growth hormone levels, such as Ibutamoren.

What is the ideal stack for LGD 4033?For an effective muscle-building and strength-enhancing stack, we recommend combining LGD with Testolone or Ibutamoren.

Can RAD 140 and Cardarine be stacked?Absolutely! Cardarine is non-hormonal and does not act on androgen receptors, making it compatible with RAD 140. These two can work together synergistically to enhance fitness and endurance.

Is it safe to stack SARMs with steroids?While theoretically possible, stacking SARMs with steroids should be approached with caution, as there is limited research on the subject. This combination is recommended only for advanced users of powerful supplements. Always use on-cycle support and start with low doses of each compound.

Can SARMs be combined with prohormones?SARMs can be stacked with prohormones, but it is advisable to proceed with caution. Introduce one supplement at a time, and after several cycles, you may add a low effective dose of another SARM or prohormone to enhance the stack. Cardarine or Ibutamoren can be included in any stack since they do not fall into these categories.

Should SARMs be stacked with testosterone boosters?While it’s more beneficial to use testosterone boosters post-cycle, using them during a cycle won’t be harmful. Keep in mind that artificial testosterone increases can suppress natural production, but testosterone boosters can help restart endogenous production after the cycle ends.

What is the best SARMs brand?It’s essential to thoroughly research SARMs brands to avoid counterfeits. Trusted names include Augmented Labs and Olympus Labs, which are available at Predator Nutrition.

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[gnqiangxi]

FULL NAME. liu qiangxi ( 刘蔷曦 ).

DATE OF BIRTH. october 9th, 2003. ( aged 20. )

SEXUALITY. bisexual.

GENDER ﹠ PRONOUNS. cisgender female. she ╱ her.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. no. 3 rosemoon street.

FAMILY. liu xingchen ( 刘星尘 ) — father. CEO of liu enterprises， parent company of golden briar jewelers. liu fanxuan ( 刘凡璇 ) — mother. liu yingxue ( 刘影雪 ) — twin brother. elder by 45 minutes.

PERSONA.      oft   thought   to   be   the   perfect   daughter   of   high   society，   a   girl   who   seems   to   be   perfectly   content   to   sit   back   and   reap   the   benefits   of   her   father’s   wealth   without   lifting   a   finger.   father’s   perfect   princess，   content   with   the   silver   spoon   she   was   born   with.   those   who   believe   such   have   merely   fallen   for   a   trap   set   by   the   so—called   perfect   princes   herself，   who   delights   in   watching   people   make   fools   of   themselves   by   underestimating   her.   in   truth，   the   ambition   within   lies   bone—deep   and   burns   white—hot.   a   woman   who   thinks   nothing   of   sacrificing   others   for   her   own   gains.   she   would   send   thousands   of   men   to   die   if   it   meant   achieving   her   goals.   

VISAGE. porcelain skin belying titanium bones. the marble woman —— the statue of a goddess the unworthy may gaze upon and give love all — consuming but may never touch. always adorned in fineries， silks and diamonds might as well be welded into the flesh. a gaze that pierces， cutting bone — deep into those who fall for the siren call of her stare. lips constantly stained rose — red and dripping honey from the tongue as she speaks.

ADORES. rose — hip tea. finely crafted gold and jewels. the scent of cinnamon. silk ﹠ satin. the chill of autumn air. roquefort， honey ﹠ lavender shortbread cookies.

DESPISES. perceived imperfection. hot， humid weather. her father. incompetence. bitter foods ﹠ drinks.

INSPIRATION. 崩坏: 星穹铁道’s kafka. ダンガンロンパ’s celestia ludenberg. 原神’s ningguang ﹠ sangonomiya kokomi. avatar’s princess azula.

[real-jane]

nftn: if it weren't for you

(bucky barnes x female!reader, shield)

summary: just the thought of what your combined future could bring has bucky seeking deeper intimacy with you.

warnings: do i 'warn' you that this is 70% smut? mmkay, smut. reader yelling at steve rogers for a second, the 'm' word coming up, sweet and awkward first time sex, sex toys, p in v, oral (f receiving), bucky is remembering what intimacy can be, reader being self-assured sexually and prepared, we love a prepared queen

word count: 7,112

a/n: part six of ‘nostalgia for the new’. let's pretend for the sake of fiction that all SHIELD agents, of any gender, have some sort of personalized birth control implant to prevent de bebes. sex can be awkward and sweet and silly, and our babes deserve it. this took me like twenty hours to write. enjoy!! (my sibling follows me on tumblr. ignore this, sibling!)

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Steve Rogers didn’t run. Nobody could mistake what that man did around a track for a morning jog or even a light sprint (and you had a sneaking suspicion that the only benefit he got from doing a zillion laps every morning was impeccably blow-dried hair, as his body didn’t even break a sweat)... and yet, he stood next to you in his white New Balance sneakers, like the centenarian he was, and waited to join you for your walk, in Bucky’s place.

“How’d he do out there?”

The question rankled.

Steve had this habit of gauging Bucky’s status by asking you, and it was getting to the point where it seemed like avoidance… like the closer you got to Bucky, the less time Steve spent with his best friend. And it had been a week since your trip off compound, so. This man had reported to Director Fury about how he did out there. This should have come up sooner, or at least he should’ve spoken to Bucky about it instead. But, Bucky wasn’t here, he was packing to spend a few days in Wakanda for a routine check-in, and you had left to give him some space.

You tied your stubborn shoelace, the one which had become Alpine’s favorite toy. You didn’t have the heart to rob your furry kitten of such delights, so… stubby strings would have to do. If only you had worn thicker socks. It was as chilly as an early November morning could reasonably be, without inspiring precipitation.

“Y/n?” Steve pressed, reminding you he had asked an annoying question.

“Who’s asking?” One glance at Steve and you realized… he was frowning. You sat back.

“Me.”

You snorted. “You, as in… Captain America, Nick Fury’s mouthpiece? Or… you as in, Stevie, the punk kid from Brooklyn, known for picking fights in dark alleys?”

The corner of his mouth turned up in an excellent approximation of his best friend’s smirk. “Number two.”

You sighed. “Well…I think he was fine.”

“And the panic attack…”

“He trusted me to keep him grounded; it only took him a few minutes to get back to zero. He didn’t lose his appetite, which--” you laughed, and Steve couldn’t help but let down his shoulders from where they had hitched themselves to his earlobes.

“He’s been so happy not doing that stupid paleo-bullshit Shaw had him eating. I could’ve cried when he let me feed him cinnamon roll.”

You stood and nodded towards the track, which was always empty this early in the morning. Steve fell in step beside you. Your ankle wasn’t physically ready for a run just yet, but this was the start of your new training regime, and apparently Cap was along for the ride.

“How’d he do with the bike?”

“Like it was an extension of his body. I know he only gets to ride that thing around the test track normally, but it purrs for him. Even in the rain, he was steady. With a kitten in his jacket, in a lightning storm. Steady as a--”

“Tin soldier?” your companion offered lightly.

“Sure…” You shrugged. “I don’t know what else you want me to say, Steve.”

“No, no… that, um.” He stopped for a minute, finding his words carefully. “That’s enough. I was expecting the worst, and I see that I had no reason to.”

You blinked at him. “...are you inviting my opinion, or--”

“Mmm. Don’t know if I can take it.” His ears turned pink with the admission. His old man sneakers squeaked a little with each step on the slightly damp rubberized track.

“What are you asking?”

“What do you want with him?”

“Wow. Direct--”

“I don’t mean it like what the hell do you want with him, just… what kind of future do you think about, for you two?”

How do you say everything?

You’d been dreaming the last few nights of a small house with light filtering through the windows in the early morning, and coming into the kitchen to find Bucky making something on the stove. He’d smile at you--the one that was all teeth and wrinkled nose--and the dream would filter into little domestic moments, in a place of your own.

You could have that with him, anywhere.

“I think he’d do well near the sea, in someplace with buildings no taller than two stories,” you said softly. “I don’t know how well vibranium does with sea salt, so… maybe further north. Maine, or something. He’d make a great lobsterman.”

Steve breathed out slowly. “Sounds nice.”

“Or maybe sharing a third floor walkup in Brooklyn, in your old stomping grounds. Or New Mexico. Become art collectors.” You glanced at Steve. “I don’t really know what kind of future we’ll have. Whatever we do, we’ll find our own kind of happiness. Is… is that what you were looking for? I can whip you up a PowerPoint when we’re done here.”

Steve didn’t speak for a moment. You counted out the beat in measured footsteps. It took fifty-three before Cap could speak again.

“There was a time when I was envious of how everything just came so easy to him--the Army couldn’t get enough of him!” he said finally, wincing a little to mention such a thing to you, but he shrugged. “They made him a sniper, a sergeant--you’ve never seen a more dapper guy than Bucky in his uniform.”

“I’m sure.”

“Suffice to say that he was the paragon for everything my life could be, but wasn’t...”

“Awfully high pedestal you have him on.” You looked at him pointedly.

He reddened. “Right... And I had to look his mother in the face and tell her that he fell from a train car in the Alps.” Steve shook his head. “I thought he was dead for over half of my life.”

The very thought was choking--thinking that Bucky was gone when he had been everything to you. “That must have been hard.”

“I… god, kid. If you could’ve seen me when he died. I think there’s still a hole in me that is Bucky-shaped.” He stopped walking, grasping your elbow. “Please, don’t… don’t tell him that I miss who he was, it’s not like that.”

Something about Steve’s tone made your blood rise. You frowned, tugging out of his grasp. “He’s a different man, Steve.”

“I know.”

“And… you’ve been operating like he’s still gone, or… like he’s going to disappear again if you don’t help keep him reined in. Does that pretty much cover it?”

Steve said nothing, but you knew the arrow had landed. You crossed your arms.

“Bucky is a sweet man trying to figure out where he belongs in this world, but he is also capable of so much more than what he’s being allowed to do. He’s smart. Brave, focused. One day on a date off compound with me doesn’t invalidate or prove that. But if you’re waiting for him to explode again… he might. He’s human.”

“We can’t afford what happens when he explodes, Y/n.”

“Oh boy,” you breathed, “don’t ever let him hear you say that. You’ll break his fucking heart.” That stung, right between the ribs. You couldn’t take any more of this conversation, not when Bucky was packing to spend a few days with Shuri in Wakanda--the place where he was freed from the risk of detonation. You could be with him.

“Y/n--”

You held up a threatening finger. “No! Listen to you! Blubbering about him as if he’s not a flesh and bone person, a part of your life right now!.”

“You see a side of him I don’t get to--”

“The night I met you, you seemed so surprised to learn that your best friend was miserable. It’s no wonder you didn’t realize that the testing was going on.”

“That’s not fair, it's a complex issue--”

“Ten minutes in his company was enough to see how he was suffering, but here you are martyring yourself on behalf of your friend who died--He did. Let that version of him go before you miss out on this one.” You took several steps backwards and held up your hands as he made like he was going to follow you. “Thanks for the help getting him out last week. I’ll take it from here.”

“Wait. Y/n.” His voice was solemn, but firm. You paused with your back to him. It seemed like eons before he finally said… “You’re right.” Steve touched your shoulder.

You stiffened. “I know.”

He huffed out a sad laugh. “I’m so sorry my failings fell to you. He’s very lucky you’re in his life.”

You looked over your shoulder at him. “He chose me.”

“Yes, he did. And I’m glad, even if you make me feel like an idiot.”

That made you smile, against your will. “Yeah, well. Go with the feeling.” He looked positively cowed, and you couldn’t help but think he deserved to sit with that. For a bit. “God, Steve. I could be distracting him from packing right now, you know.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

You knew it was hard for Steve to admit when he was wrong, especially when it came to Bucky. It was a hard-won victory to hear him apologize for it, but. Still felt like a breakthrough. It’s not that Steve’s way of loving Bucky was invalid, it was just outdated. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to miss out on the best version of Bucky.

“How did things get to this point?” you asked. “You used to bring him books and try to get him into the gym. When was the last time you spent some decent time with him? And don’t use my presence as an excuse, I don’t own his time.”

“God. It’s been a while,” he admitted. “Maybe I’m just… scared to lose him again.”

“There’s people with expensive degrees you can talk to about that. Unless you want to pay me for this conversation…”

Steve laughed, then, scratching his cheek. “Back, uh. Before he broke through, when…”

“When he was the Asset,” you finished for him.

“Right. Nobody understood why I wouldn’t fight him. Even Sam told me once that Bucky wasn’t the kind of guy I could save. I mean--we did have several confrontations, but every time, I saw him in there. I had no idea how it would go, if he’d ever come around--”

“But he did.”

Steve nodded. “Every time.”

“Couldn’t fight his true nature.”

“He has always had that goodness rooted deep. And… going forward, know that I’m open to accountability for wavering in that belief.”

“I have one ask.”

“Shoot.”

“Anticipate that you’re going to fuck up again,” you said gently, “and don’t put the work on me to fix it for you, or absolve you. I do things for Bucky because it’s the right thing to do, and because we’re in a partnership with mutual benefits; I don’t want the man I love to suffer anymore. I can’t control his recovery, but I certainly can ask questions of the people around him who seem to think they can. The bottom line is... I’m not the person you should be apologizing to. I think he would like to hear from you how good you believe he is.”

“I’ll… I’ll talk to him.”

“Good. Before he leaves today?”

“Yes.”

Steve opened his arms in a silent request. You stepped into his embrace. His hug was brief, but he held you tight. He nodded to the track. You took him up on finishing your walk.

It was good to see the human in Steve, even if he was still figuring out how to balance the right level of concern with his duty as Cap. He was far more answerable to the machinations of the Avengers, and even SHIELD, than just about anyone--especially to the public. But his duty often clouded his judgment where his friends were concerned. You had seen it a few times since getting closer to the small group he considered family, and it was evidenced by his disconnect from Bucky.

Bucky would surely wave off the apology when it came--and say something dismissive to let Steve off the hook far sooner than you were willing to. But he’d think about it all the way to Wakanda, and that was good enough.

Most of the laps passed in relative silence. The air had lost its dewy crispness, so it was just plain chilly. Even bundled as you were in Bucky’s hoodie, a jacket over the top, hat, etc… you were shivering. Steve, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content in a long-sleeve t-shirt. He also had, peeking just out of his collar… something that looked awfully like a love-bite.

“So. Help me win a bet.” You bit back a conspiratorial laugh which threatened when he narrowed his eyes. “How long have you and Nat been a thing?”

Cap groaned. “I knew you knew.”

***

He was only going to be gone a few days, but Bucky had still begged out of your morning walk to at least try to pack like a reasonable person. He’d need activewear for the physical--Shuri liked to make him catch heavy things falling from heights, so he would require clothing with some stretch. And then something… more formal, because His Majesty insisted on a dinner every time Bucky came for a routine check-up. He’d have to settle on a tux jacket he’d only worn once, and a pair of black pants with the fewest holes. Suddenly, this felt far more like a business trip than the tune-up it was. Bucky sighed.

You’d be better at this. You knew where all of his clothes were, anyway. He should just ask you to come along with him, Shuri would love you--and then she’d stop trying to insinuate that anything should come of the time he spent with Ayo. It was easy to forget that Shuri was still a teenager when she was programming his arm and deprogramming his brain. And you were just the kind of woman who would earn her respect.

No patience for idiots. You and Shuri were alike in that way.

A quiet knock echoed through the mostly-empty suite; all Bucky stored in there anymore was his extra clothes. He slept, bathed, lived in yours. He opened the door to Captain America.

“How’s packing going?”

Bucky stepped to the side and let Steve in. “Slowly. None of my clothes seem good enough to have dinner with the Wakandan royal family. I should’ve planned better. Ramonda insinuated that I have no fashion sense, last time I was there.”

Cap snorted. “You don’t.”

“You punk.”

“Jerk.” Steve put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the desk. “So, uh. Y/n had a lot to say to me this morning.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “Really?”

“Yeah. Um… I haven’t been doing right by you, Buck.”

“...what do you mean?”

“All the stuff she’s done, getting your surveillance dialed back and the trip off-compound. I could’ve done that.”

“Nah, Steve--”

“Please, I gotta get this out while it’s fresh in my mind. I spent so long trying to get you back, and once I finally had you… I stepped back, I stopped fighting, because at least you were here. Which meant you were fairly miserable and isolated, which was in my power to change. And since I didn’t, you suffered. I should have been better than that, and I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t gotta do that,” Bucky murmured. “You did the best you could.”

“I’ll do better. Yeah? You’re a good man. You deserve it.”

Bucky blinked back a heady rush of emotion. He beckoned his first, best friend to him. Steve sniffed, too, embracing Bucky tightly.

“I didn’t realize Y/n felt like that,” Bucky said.

“Y/n’s got more clarity than most people,” Steve sighed. He patted Bucky on the back. “She did say something really interesting.” Steve pulled from the hug and squeezed his friend’s shoulder. “Not to put pressure on you, or anything.”

“Christ, what?” Bucky sat on his bed, subtly wiping his eyes in his sleeve.

“Well, after relentlessly roasting me about you, and then about Nat and me, she may have suggested marriage was in our future. So, I asked her if she would marry you.”

“...and?”

“I believe her exact words were ‘what wouldn’t I do for James Barnes?’”

Bucky rubbed his hands over his face. “You’re serious.”

“Have you thought about it?”

“No,” he said honestly. “It’s never been a blip on my radar, why would it? If she weren’t so persistent, I’m not sure I’d ever have given any woman the time of day.” He stared, not really at anything in particular, as he thought about it. “God. Me, married. Can you imagine?”

Bucky hadn’t ever thought about himself and marriage in the same universe, but as the thought infiltrated the folds of his brain, some little flashes came through.

This is my wife, Y/n.

My wife loves that movie.

How’d I meet my wife? Funny story…

Oh, you like it? My wife picked it out.

Wife.

Total-body warmth blossomed outwards from the center of his chest, where an idea so special as to be phenomenon implanted itself. You. His wife. Bucky Barnes’ wife. Forever.

“Maybe I should be thinking about it,” he breathed.

“Certainly proved she’s committed to every vow, without the formal recitation.”

“Where’d she go when you left her?”

“To hers. Said she was gonna clean up before your flight leaves tonight.”

“Great. Great.” Bucky stood and shook Steve’s hand vigorously. “Great. I gotta go.”

“You gonna propose to her right now?” Cap laughed. “You haven’t finished packing!”

“T'challa will forgive me for wearing a leather jacket!”

Bucky burst out of his room and bolted for the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Bucky chuckled. He felt lighter than air. What the hell was happening to his body?? It didn’t matter.

He turned his key in the lock and let himself into your room. Alpine mewled in delight to see him from his cozy nest amongst the blankets on the bed. The sound of the shower running was all that could be heard in the tiny suite, except for the faint hum of your voice. He knocked on the washroom door.

“Love?”

“Hey,” you called back. He opened the door a crack and the foggy steam swirled around his face. “You finished packing?”

“More or less,” he chuckled. “Can I… join you?”

Immediately, your face popped out from behind the curtain with wide doe eyes. “You sure?”

His heart swelled. “Yeah.”

You nodded, and a little smile crept in. “Far be it from me to deprive you.”

You disappeared behind the curtain again and Bucky felt the prickle of anxiety in his muscles. He shook out his hands to dispel the feeling and quickly stripped.

He curled his fingers around the curtain and stepped into the shower. Your back was to him, and you seemed to be washing some soap from your face. The curve of your back, the way it gave way to a vast and beautiful softness--Bucky breathed out hard. He had seen you naked before. He knew you were a masterpiece. And even though his nerves were threatening the integrity of his knees, he wanted you to know it.

Bucky raised his hand to your bicep, and smoothed down your arm, stepping closer tentatively. You peered at him with your mouth in a pleased moue.

“Hi.”

He pressed his lips to your temple. “Hi.”

“This is new.”

“Mmhm.”

“Not a complaint.” You shivered when his vibranium fingers found your waist. Bucky wrapped his arms around you fully, and nestled his face in your neck. “As long as you’re comfortable.”

“‘M always comfortable with you.”

You let your head fall against his shoulder. “I missed you on my walk.”

“Sounds like it was interesting,” he murmured.

“Yeah?”

“Apparently you had a lot to say.”

“Baby, he loves you, but…” you sighed. “I’m sick of him pretending like he’s powerless to help you. And I told him that.”

“Mhm. He apologized to me.” Bucky felt the chill of being near water but not under it. “Switch me?”

“Sure.”

But he didn’t let you step away--Bucky just lifted you, and turned around to put his back into the spray. You laughed.

“Oh my god, Buck.”

“What? I didn’t wanna let go.” He tilted his head back so the water could rush over his head.

“What did Steve say to you?”

He sighed. “That he’s sorry he didn’t look out for me, that he will do better.”

“Hmm. Good.” You sagged into his hold, and Bucky made little circles on your tummy while he carded the other hand through his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I really laid into him.”

“Apparently you said nice things about me too.”

You giggled. “Oh yeah, told him you’d make a fantastic lobsterman.”

Bucky shook with laughter. “How kind.” He kissed your cheek, but then he took a long moment to just nuzzle your hair and the fresh lilac scent.

You turned in his grasp, and wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up with those piercing eyes of yours, which always made Bucky feel like you saw through whatever facade he had put on that day. Your cheeks drew in subtly as you felt him stiffen against your stomach. Oh. Bucky let himself just… linger, running his hands along your back.

“Baby,” you whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Steve pressed me a little, about what kind of future I see with you.”

The sensation of your fingers tracing where metal met flesh in the deep tissues of his chest made Bucky shiver, but he didn’t miss the way you blushed. Your lower lip disappeared between your teeth as you found some bravery.

“I want you to know,” you murmured. “I would do this forever. I think it’s silly not to say it when you feel it, so. If you want to live here for ten more years, or become a lobsterman in Maine, or get married, or whatever, I will.

“I--you’re my life, Buck. I know we haven’t been together that long, and I don’t say it lightly… god knows lesser men than you would run the other direction. Pretending the intensity of my feelings is any less than this would be doing you a disservice. I want you to be the last person to know my body intimately, and the first person I see every morning, for the rest of our lives.”

Bucky cupped your cheeks. He had to look up, look away--or tears were going to fall before he could speak. He shook his head. What was it with people making him cry, today? And how in the hell had he found this? Him, a sad sack with enough trauma to drown in vices innumerable, with no family to speak of and no home to offer a woman--just a motorcycle and a kitten.

“Can you say something? You’re making me nervous,” you peeped. Bucky folded, touching his forehead to yours.

“I want that,” he breathed. “All of that. Can I show you how much?” When you nodded, Bucky thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “It has been…” he trailed off and cleared his throat.

God. His muscle memory could be carbon-dated. He couldn’t even remember the last woman he held like his--no, never like this, at the edge of the rest of his life.

You stood on your toes and graced your lips with his, centering him. Little rivulets of water ran down the column of your neck, between your breasts, and he allowed himself to fully take you in. You smiled, grasped his wrists where they rested at your jaw.

“Discover me, then.”

Bucky nodded. “And... you tell me what you like.”

“You’ll be able to tell,” you said with a soft smile. “Maybe kiss me to start? Pretty good at that, already.”

“Here?” he smiled against your mouth.

“Wherever.”

He paused in the space where your breath commingled. Oh. Like. Wherever. First, he tested what your cheek felt like beneath his lips, and then your jaw. You tugged his wrist, trailing his fingers down the side of your neck, expanding his potential exploration. Bucky hummed into the skin behind your ear, but he didn’t… quite know what to do with his hands. Giving control to you in that regard seemed safest. Maybe he should tell you that…

“You, um. Can maybe put my hands wherever,” he mumbled.

“Okay,” you breathed, tilting your head back to give him better access to your skin. “Well, I--mmph.” Bucky froze at the base of your neck, in the hollow above your clavicle, where he had just spent a moment mapping the rise of bone and muscle. “No, no. Good. Right above that. Pulse point.”

“Here, love?” He nosed the spot.

“Mmm. Suck on that spot just a little.”

Bucky gave that little sweet spot a lav and noted how it made your breath come in slow, contained drags. When he did as you asked, your knees wobbled. You released his vibranium arm and he held you close, bearing your weight against his side. With his other hand, you guided his touch to the curve beneath your breast. He stretched out his fingers. The map of your skin gained form, and he watched your reaction. When he graced the back of his knuckles up the swell, you arched towards him. When he found your nipple, the skin pulled taught beneath his thumb.

“Can I… kiss them?”

“Be insulted if you didn’t,” you said.

You had found your way to the wall beneath the shower’s spray--how, neither of you could be absolutely sure, but Bucky reveled in the sight of your half-lidded eyes. He knelt… and got a face full of water, with the way it streamed over his shoulders and hair. He gripped your waist as he laughed, swiping the water from his eyes. He pulled you closer to him. You’d have to keep your own balance, but he wouldn’t let you fall. Bucky nosed your nipple. You gasped.

“I can’t believe I get to hear you,” he breathed, before testing what other sounds you might make if his tongue flickered against the rosy bud. That inspired your fingers to find his hair, tugging in a way that sent prickles shooting down his spine. If he wasn’t already absolutely straining, the swirling of your fingers against his scalp would’ve done the job. He closed his lips around your left.

“Mmm. No teeth, please. But touch this one.” You tapped his metal hand at your waist.

He released you with a peck. “Sure?”

“Just little tugs and circles. This arm’s cold, it will play with my senses.”

Bucky’s head dropped against your stomach and he groaned. “Oh my god.”

“What?” you laughed. “Overwhelmed?”

“Oh. Nothing,” he said, though his voice was muffled in your damp skin. “I’m in heaven. That’s all. Carry on.”

He allowed you to lift his left arm and position his fingers in just such a way--god, he could feel you, even through the vibranium. Shuri had wired it so precisely that this is what it was supposed to do--behave like his normal skin--but he never felt so well with it, not like this. Maybe it was in his head, or went back to his theory that the arm responded to you specifically. Whatever it was, the slip of dampness between your pebbled skin and the plates in his fingers gave him a rush.

Note to self: ask Shuri to up the touch-sensitivity factor…

“Baby? My knees are gonna give out. Can we--”

He was on his feet immediately. “We can stop. I’ll dry you off--”

“No!” you laughed, grabbing his elbow before he could bolt from the shower. “I don’t want to stop. I want to relocate. Bed?”

His ears pricked up, and Bucky reached around you to turn off the faucet. The spray ceased. He bent forward and braced his shoulder into your hips, and then looped his arms behind your knees. In one movement, he hucked you over his shoulder and booked it from the washroom. Alpine gave an indignant mewl as he was evicted from his comfy bed for the safety of the armchair by a large wet hand, but Bucky had no time!

“Bucky! Put me down,” you laughed, smacking his entirely unclothed ass. He jumped.

“I can’t believe you!” He tossed you onto the mess of covers and then launched himself behind, pinning you to the mattress. Which resulted in him realizing he was feeling absolutely every part of your skin against his, and immediately locking his lips over yours.

He wasn’t gentle anymore--he wasn’t quite sure how to be when you were responding so strongly. You arched into his chest. His tongue was demure in demanding entrance, but his lips worried your bottom one with desperate drags. He knew exactly how you liked to be kissed, and exactly what it did to him, and when you pulled your knees up on either side of his hips… he felt what it did to you, too.

He nipped your chin. “Can I touch you, doll? I feel you already, I’m--”

You let your knee fall to the side so you could guide his right hand between you. Any more he could have said died at the back of his throat because he felt how slick you were. So warm… god, you were burning just like he was. He dragged just one finger along your center.

“Wow,” he breathed. “Did I do this to you?”

You smiled, lips kissed so red and perfect and hair wild and wet on the pillow behind your head. “Do you like how it feels?”

He blew out a sharp breath. “Apparently I’ve done this before, but you are so perfect--I don’t ever remember it feeling like this.”

“It wasn’t us.”

“Wasn’t us,” Bucky echoed. He dipped the end of his finger further, seeking the spongy softness of you. Your passage gave him no trouble and he groaned. “Jesus, love. Another?”

You nodded and he tested the addition of a second finger. You clenched around him, breathing through the slight stretch, and he kissed you through a tentative thrust. A moan escaped between your lips.

“Curve them up,” you instructed. Bucky was a quick learner. He found the spot which made your mouth drop open. You slid your hand down between your bodies. “Thumb here.” You positioned his hand so that his thumb was flush against a swollen bundle of nerves. “I don’t--fuck, baby, that was the spot,” you laughed breathily. “Don’t usually come with just penetration,” you explained. “So. Touch my clit, not too hard. She’s sensitive. And--oh my god, Bucky, pause for a sec.”

He couldn’t help but grin because he felt you fluttering around his fingers, and he knew you weren’t far off from coming, and he did that. God, I’m going to be insufferable once she does, he thought. You shook your head with a faint smile.

“You’re amazing. Zero complaints, but… um. You are fairly… large. And it’s been a long time for me, so. You’re going to have to prepare me a little.”

“How. Tell me, I’ll do it.”

You patted his cheek. “Your dedication to the cause is inspiring, baby. Well... you can continue on course but add a third finger. Can’t speak to your hand’s stamina. Perfectly acceptable option, given that… your hand is already inside of me.” He gave you a languorous stroke to punctuate that, and also to wordlessly tell you that he would continue on said course even if his hand muscles atrophied, if that’s what you needed. Your eyes rolled back and you grabbed his wrist in warning.

“But, also, I have. A, um. Collection of other things that can help.”

“Collection.” He blinked.

“Yeah. Open the bottom drawer of my night stand.”

Bucky slowly removed his fingers from you and leaned down to do just that. There certainly was a collection of items there… some brightly colored, some less so. Several electrical cords. A few bottles. Not a heaping collection, but many of them… phallic. He raised his eyebrows.

“What am I looking at, doll?”

“Toys. For pleasure.” You rolled onto your side and pointed down into the drawer. “Grab that grey bottle with silver writing, and… that.”

“Okay… oh. It’s like. Squishy.” He handed you over the toy that you had requested.

“Yeah. It’s silicone. Synthesizes skin, sort of. So, if we use this--” you held up the grey bottle-- “it’s lubricant, completely safe for use inside the body, although…” You peered at the back of the bottle, where there was extensive writing. “Is coconut or sunflower oil bad for vibranium?”

Bucky shrugged. “Shuri oils my arm every time I get an upgrade. Probably fine.”

“Is this a very unsexy conversation?” The corners of your mouth turned up, but you began to look a bit worried. He shook his head rapidly.

“You brought this up because you want me to fit inside you without hurting you, doll. Do I look as if I’ve been turned off?” His cock certainly didn’t. He pointed to the toy. “Teach me.”

You beckoned him forward with two fingers and kissed him softly. “I really love you.”

“I love you. This is the best day of my life.” He meant it hyperbolically, but you gave him the sweetest kiss in return that he made a personal note in his head… hyperbole in bed is good. She enjoys that. Do that more.

You showed him how to prepare the toy, how it worked… Bucky thought he might come himself, watching you demonstrate. He settled between your knees and took over for you.

“So. This toy, plus this--” he thumbed your clit softly, in vague circles which floated the nerve endings just so. “You come for me. Yes?”

“God. Yes.”

“And then…”

“Then, I’ll be ready for you.”

Bucky started with two fingers as before--you were sensitive enough that he could feel how you relaxed, even as your body wanted to take more. Then, he tested the toy, dipping it into your opening while he gave your clit extra attention. An idea hit him--one he had a feeling you wouldn’t mind… he leaned down, watching your face for reaction, and kissed that sweet bundle of nerves.

“Swear to god,” you moaned. You bit your lip and he was home.

He mimicked the movement you had shown him for your clit with his tongue, offering a soft suck to the bundle every few strokes. You gasped, and he pushed the toy further into you. You took it so well, raising your hips in pleasure--Bucky needed you to come. He needed you to release so he could feel your core around him, already. He purposefully ignored his own issue but he was aching now.

He couldn’t take it. He ground his own hips into the mattress as he thrust the toy in and out, the taste of you and the lubricant mixing into a heady essence for his tongue. You gripped his hair when you were on the brink of orgasm. He moaned against you at the stimulation, and that was enough to send you over the edge. He sucked on your clit hard, flickering his tongue wildly to pull every last keen from you.

“Oh my god, you’re going to kill me,” you said, as he finally relented. He pulled the toy from you and wrapped it in a cloth you indicated in the drawer (by letting your hand fall to the side of the bed--there was no way you could make any coherent gestures for a moment).

Bucky sat back on his heels with a triumphant smile, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Was that okay?”

You opened your eyes to slits and glared at him. “You’re unreal. All I said was ‘I can’t do only penetration’ and you go down on me like you know my body better than anything. Christ, Bucky.”

He took in the sight of you--wet and sprawled, breathing heavy. “I’m an overachiever.”

“Cocky, too?” You gestured for him to lay beside you, and he did so readily. “Has a girl ever done that to you?”

He winced. “Um.”

You laughed. “So, yes.”

“It just didn’t seem gentlemanly to say.” He brushed your hair from your cheek. “But yes.”

“Where?”

“Doll--”

“In a car?”

He looked away and closed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Hmmm. Hot.”

He put his hands over his face. He wasn’t embarrassed to be talking about sex but it felt so weird talking to you about women he did things with two lifetimes ago, especially things he didn’t really remember. Except… he did remember that one. But. Not well? And it had been awkward at the time, and here he was--fuck.

Warmth and wetness surrounded his cock, and Bucky just about hip-checked you off the bed. Your hand grasped him around his base--your hand was slick, maybe from the oil--moving up and down, giving special deference to the vein which ran along the base.

Your tongue was heaven.

“Seven decades is a long time without an orgasm, baby.” You ran fingers up the inside of his thighs and back down again, with the points of your nails sending thrills of awareness through him.

“Please, please--oh love. I won’t last two minutes if you do that.”

You pulled away, kissing the tip of him. He glanced at you out of one eye. “Next time?”

“Might kill me, but yes. Please just come up here.” He laced his fingers with yours to help you balance yourself on either side of his waist.

“I’m still really sensitive,” you said softly. “Can you wait a minute?”

“I waited seventy years for you.” He tucked your hair behind your ears. “What's a minute or two?”

You wrinkled your nose, and cupped his chin. “I’m… really happy, Bucky.”

“Oh, love. I don’t know how I found you,” he said firmly, though he wasn’t sure he was capable of any other coherent thought at this point. “Through all the guilt, and the nightmares, at least at the end? You. You’re here. That--” Bucky pointed to the chair where Alpine was so undisturbed by your machinations that he was wheezing a tiny kitten snore. “That is our cat. This is our bed.”

“Mmmm. Yes it is.” You reached down between you to feel him and Bucky hissed. “You ready?”

“Yes. Here--” he swiped the lubricant from the bedside table, dripping a little pool into your waiting palm, and some into his own. He tossed it to the side, causing you to laugh. While you prepared him with sweet, gentle touches… Bucky used the slick oil to swirl around your nipples.

“This stuff is brilliant.”

You bit back a groan and gave him a warning glare, before tucking the head of his cock right where you needed him. He plucked at your nippes as you worked yourself onto him, slowly--he could’ve sworn he saw stars in your eyes. He certainly felt them in his own, the way every nerve in his body stood at attention. When your hip bones met his, he left oily finger tracks from your breasts to your thighs as his grip switched to hold you still. He just needed you to pause, just for a moment.

“Baby-doll, I am going to go off like a rocket if you move a muscle, but I will make it up to you--”

“You made me come so hard I think I burst a blood vessel. I don’t care. You feel incredible. Do you want to come?”

“Can’t disappoint you--”

“Are you kidding me?” You pressed your chest to his and ran a hand through his hair. “You coming would be a victory for my ego.”

“If you’re sure, I just… move, please, fuck what happens to me.” Bucky pushed himself up to sitting, with his right arm around your waist. You clung to his shoulders for purchase, both of you seeking a kiss to center yourselves. Bracing his left arm behind him on the mattress, he rolled his hips upwards.

You followed his movement, pulled at his hair, scratched his skin and made him lose all touch with reality. It did not take long for him to find his release and you canted your hips to grind down over him. From what he could glean, behind the white-out behind his eyes, and the way your sensitive walls clenched him in a vice, you found a second release. He forced his eyes open enough to see you touch yourself through the tail end.

Then, he hugged you so tight, his arm creaked.

“I… shit.”

You shook, laughing against his neck with a breathy sigh. “How you holding up?”

“I think I time-traveled just now.”

“You… fuck. You have about an hour before your flight leaves. Shower?” You nodded to the little digital clock above your door, the standard issue clock in every suite in the compound.

Bucky kissed your jaw. “I don’t care if it’s freezing cold, if you’re there and still naked, I am in.”

“Come on, loverboy.” You disentangled yourself from his arms, but pulled off of him with such care that you pressed your forehead to his before the groan of loss. He kissed your brow.

“Let me use the facilities… then you can come in, once the water is running.” You walked on wibbly knees all the way to the washroom. “And then I’m gonna wash you, okay?”

“You don’t gotta do that!” he called back.

You peered around the door jam. “Baby. It’s called aftercare. Let me take care of you.”

His heart felt like it was gonna burst for the seven-thousandth time that day. “Okay.”

You disappeared again and Bucky laid back on the bed, completely spread-eagle. Holy shit. All this, because the thought of calling you his wife made him… oh. That made him shiver. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d go to Wakanda and show Shuri how much he had healed, and then… when he was back? Well. He’d talk to Steve about an idea that was brewing at the back of his mind, to solidify a partnership with you beyond the bonds of owning a rescue kitten together. He turned over and looked at the tiny white ball of fluff.

“Take care of your Ma,” he whispered to the little unconscious thing. “When I come back…”

“Babe, you coming?” He was shaken back to Earth by your voice calling through the crack in the washroom door. The shower water was running, and he was not about to miss another second to be naked with you.

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shelly!

sexuality headcanon: Shelly's one of the admittedly few characters that I can see being heterosexual, though I'm not sure if that's just cause there's an unfortunate lack of female characters her age to ship her with haha. I guess I'm on the fence between bi with a preference for guys or hetero.

otp: hehehehehebdjdjfjdjddjjd OF COURSE ITS KEVLLY I LOVE THEM. I got a whole getting together plot for them that I am trying to write (keyword being try), and they're just adorably awkward and wholesome throughout I love them. Runner up being Scolly I love that shit.

brotp: okay so the fact that Cartman and Shelly have virtually never interacted after Cat Orgy is a Crime Against Me Specifically. Like who would be better at reigning in all of Cartman's Bullshit than Shelly?? On top of that, they're both lonely kids (albeit in different ways) and I think they'd both really benefit from having each other as friends??

notp: OBVIOUSLY romanticizing her relationship with Skylar will get ur teeth kicked in (by me)

first headcanon that pops into my head: Ned is the one who taught her how to fight! Obviously Shelly's naturally very strong, but Ned is the one who taught her one handed throws and how to throw the most effective punch. Both he and Jimbo insisted that a young girl should always know how to defend herself.

one way in which I relate to this character: I, also, was an incredibly angry 13 y/o who hated everyone around me. The difference being that I am very weak and hate confrontation, so I was always just quietly seething with rage instead of acting out lmao

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: nothing Shelly is perfect ✌️

cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: I know one might consider throwing a piano on ur little brother and setting him on fire to be "problematic" but idc she's a cinnamon roll

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Incredible Health Benefits of Kashmiri saffron: By Kashmir Villa

About Kashmiri Saffron (Kashmiri Kesar)

A fragrant spice, Kashmiri Saffron is known as Kesar in India and is also considered one of the most expensive spices in the world. Native to the Kashmir region of India, the royal spice has been used for centuries across cultures for flavorsome cooking, its fragrance, and in skincare for its glow bestowing properties. Kashmiri Saffron Uses

Kashmiri Saffron is considered a warming and stimulating herb, and was used in Traditional Iranian, Chinese, Indian, and Greek Medicine to invigorate and strengthen all systems of the body from head to toe. It was most commonly used to support healthy menstruation and cognitive function, and liver and lung function.

Nutritional Value of Saffron

The fragrance and taste of Kashmiri Saffron results from the chemicals called safranal and picocrocin. It consists of a carotenoid pigment which has a very rich golden colour to textiles and dishes. The flowers of this plant have a very sweet fragrance which is similar to that of honey.

Nutritional facts Per 100 grams

Calories 310

Total Fat  6g

Sodium  148mg

Potassium  1724mg

Total Carbohydrate 65g

Protein  11g

Vitamins and Minerals:

Vitamin A- 10%

Calcium   0.11

Vitamin C  134%

Iron  61%

Vitamin B-6   50%

Magnesium   66%

One ounce of Kashmiri saffron is highly nutrient-dense, containing only 87 calories and no cholesterol, making it very lightweight, easy to digest, and heart-healthy. Only 30 mg of saffron per day is required to get all of its health benefits.

1. Saffron is a powerful antioxidant:

Antioxidants prevent oxidation produced by metabolic processes in the body, such as your metabolism, Catholicism, and anabolism. Antioxidants have the following health benefits:

Strengthens the immune system

Boosts immune responses

Reduces the risk of cancer

Is highly anti-inflammatory

Prevents cell damage

Removes free radicals as well as prevents age-related degenerative diseases and illnesses

Boosts brain health

Antidepressant properties

2. Protects Against Cells Damage: 

All living organisms suffer from cell damage. Cell damage is caused by different stressors that make cells prone to oxidative and DNA-related damage caused by free radicals. This can be caused by a variety of different stressors such as:

Poor diet and a lack of nutrition

Environmental changes

Increased stress (cortisol hormone)

Physical injuries

Immunological changes

Radiation

Toxicity and chemical reactions

Natural biological changes

3. Saffron Boosts Libido

Kashmiri Saffron is an aphrodisiac food that increases sex drive and improves symptoms of sexual dysfunction, in both males and females. A list of aphrodisiac foods include:

Nuts such as pistachios, Pine Nuts Chilgoza, Kashmiri Almonds, and Kashmiri Walnuts.

Spices such as saffron, cinnamon, cocoa powder (dark chocolate), fenugreek, red ginseng, maca, snow mountain garlic, vanilla, and nutmeg

Vegetables such as pumpkin, celery, and asparagus

Fruits such as apples, bananas, figs, avocados, pomegranates, watermelon, strawberries, and cherries

Spicy food such as chillies and other peppers

Seafood such as salmon and oysters

Red wine

Coffee

Eggs

4. Promotes Weight Loss:

Obesity and being overweight are rising global issues for decades now, which can lead to increased risks of cancer, type 1 and type 2 diabetes, coronary heart disease (CHD), hypertension, strokes, as well as many other illnesses and diseases.

Kashmiri Saffron has many healthy plant-based compounds that help with weight loss, appetite suppression, as well as reducing urges and cravings.

This is due to many factors, primarily because saffron increases levels of serotonin in the brain which increases satisfaction and reduces the likelihood of overeating, which is also associated with weight gain.

Kashmiri Saffron is a healthy, vitamin and mineral-rich, low-calorie spice that improves the ability for dieters and regular individuals to lose weight.

5. Reduces The Risk of Cancer: 

Kashmiri Saffron is full of antioxidants, vitamins, and minerals that all help to increase the strength of your immune system. A stronger immune system allows for a better response and reduced risk of cancer.

6. Glowing skin:

It can work wonders for your skin. A face pack of Kashmiri saffron, mixed with milk and sandalwood can help you achieve that radiant glow on the skin. In addition, massaging saffron-soaked water on the face, twice weekly, can also help get fairer skin.

Uses of Kashmiri Saffron

The uses of Kashmiri saffron include, relieving discomfort during menstruation and PMS symptoms, boosting athletic performance, etc. Saffron is also useful in treating erectile dysfunction, make infertility, cough, atherosclerosis, baldness and body pain.

Side-Effects & Allergies of Saffron

Saffron can have possible side effects and should be used with caution. Consuming high doses of Saffron might cause bloody diarrhea, dizziness, vomiting, mucous membrane, yellowing of skin and eyes, etc. In some cases ingestion of 12 to 20 grams of saffron can also result to death.

Saffron can also trigger impulsive and excited behavior, therefore, it should not be consumed by people suffering from bipolar disorder. Saffron should be avoided by low blood pressure patients and patients suffering from heart conditions. Pregnant women should also not consume it in excess.

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