#cause its.... *grasping for an excuse* private!

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Some Things I Screenshotted From W2H2 Part 1 While Watching Frame By Frame

Spoilers below

Fucking Somic

I thought Jonathan was the one with the nice ass.

nice. (1312 = ACAB)

Love the chords chart in the background and the book that read "Weeds, Invasive Plants of The Midwest" but what caught me off guard about this scene is that Jonathan just has like, a scalpel??? In his pencil holder??? Facing sharp side up!??? I mean like, I cant judge, I also have a scalpel but i store it in a fucking sterilized box!? I dissect mushrooms with it what is he doing with it??? Dissecting flowers????

I think this is meant to be a 3 leaf clover but it could also be a sticky hand?

I saw it earlier but this is a better pic of those little dinosaur or maybe monster finger puppets you'd get from arcade display cases.

Dolphin.

Yesssssssssssss- wait what is that?

Oh my god funckin Sonic 2

The end.

[abbyshands]

YESSSS, imma piggy back on what you said real quick. Most people understand the concept of sex and the basic acts of sexual intercourse by middle school/the age of 12. It’s really not that hard to grasp and whether they’ve indulged in those certain acts or not doesn’t change the fact that they most likely know what it is.

So when people try to pass it on or even justify it as “well it’s an innocent reader/mc” or even “it’s just fiction” it doesn’t matter, you’re writing about someone and/or something in a childlike connotation. Who is actually saying or responding to “oh my cunny this” or “my private parts this” 🧍🏾‍♀️ Like be actually so real please. I’m telling you dude some of them like children and don’t wanna say it.

Don’t get me started on that “corruption” shit either cause a lot of y’all (whoever this applies to) are openly admitting to wanting to “ruin someone’s innocence” in your writing and it’s not cute like yall think it is😭

tw // pedophilia, csa

for fucking real. for the “corruption” kink, to be honest, it’s bearable as long as it isn’t to the degree of an overly innocnet “adult” reader, who may as well be a baby/child. but let’s be so serious: you’ll have had sex ed classes in high school if you’re an adult, regardless of “innocence,” etc, or religion, per say, because that seems to be an excuse people use to play off a “pure” reader who’s really more childlike when it comes down to it. you can be a virgin, “pure,” think sex is immoral, blahblahblah, while knowing its core fundamentals, and the basic concept. there’s no reason in hell an adult reader shouldn’t know where their clit/hole is, where a penis is inserted into a vagina, what cumming is, how sexual intercourse works as a general consensus, etc. there’s no reason your reader or your main character should be yapping ab a “cunny,” “clitty,” “private/princess parts,” “potty,” etc. are you fucking kidding me?

and then people are seriously bending over backwards to defend it? i mean, let’s be real, you’re not earning any points here. why are you defending a phenomenon where people find sexual pleasure, sexual arousal, in behaving like a baby/child during sexual intercourse? does that not sound unbelievably repulsive, or have i lost all common sense? i mean, fucking honestly. people need to get a grip. quit playing off coquette-ified pedophilia as a kink, because as a csa survivor, as someone who has seen what it’s like to put your trust into an adult as a child, then have them violate the shit out of you sexually, you fucking repulse me. i’m sick of seeing it all over my home page and it being so goddamn normalized. it’s triggering and i find it absolutely horrific. weird isn’t even the word: people. are fucking. sick.

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Yandere!Ateez: How You Meet (Pairs)

Warnings: pussy eating, *cough* eiffel tower *cough*, unprotected sex, creampie, yandere themes: obsession, implied stalking and legit stalking for now, dubious consent. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then kindly skip. 

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: Soooo February is coming up and even though I have not written in so long (college and other stuff) I wanna get back into it. Plus I am lacking in yandere content (my guilty pleasure) so I decided fuck it I’ll do it myself lol. Plus y’all can’t tell me you don’t find yandere!ateez fun. BUT, I have to layout the groundwork first from the beginning before diving on into their profiles. I did not mean for San and Wooyoung’s to end up as a straight up smut. I haven’t written smut since like 2017 so that was a shock lmao. No beta read we die like men 👀

♡ THIS IS NOT A REAL REFLECTION OF THEM IN LIFE ♡

♡ Hongjoong - Seonghwa ♡

Order, Dilligence

Every few months, you like to dress in your best evening gown and treat yourself to the city's best operas. Normally these places are out of your price range, but your college had managed a deal with the opera house with its prestigious drama department. However, you don’t go unless you feel you’ve earned it by successfully passing a critique, surviving midterms or finals, and other things of the sorts. Just last week you finished by not only surviving your finals week, but passing with flying colors that included your critiques for pieces that made you feel passion you hadn’t felt in a long time. Why not let that passion grow by watching a show stopping performance practiced and perfected by performers out of your league in expertise? It’s a chance to finally relax and enjoy the arts surrounding you. 

You know it’s common for the wealthy to appear at the opera house on a regular basis, which gave you a lovely excuse to buy an elegant gown, but you knew to stay out of the way for the most part. The last thing you wanted was to get on the wrong side of some celebrity or accidentally offend someone’s future CEO. On the other hand, this was a great opportunity to grow your network and make connections that would help you out in the near future and you will one day–you just haven’t worked up the courage to do so. That didn’t stop you from random conversations during intermissions and finalies on occasion, which brings you to your current situation. It’s unfortunate you know the celebrity that you caught the attention of would only cause trouble rather than provide any future positive aspects into your life. Little did you know during this interaction two stark personalities were watching you closely from the private balconies.

“I appreciate the kind words Jinyoung, but I believe there are far better prospects in this room than just me.”

“Nonsense. Nothing could be better than your divine presence. I should be thanking you for letting me be this close,” he smirks as he leans in closer, arm snaking behind your back. You can feel the stares this is garnering and the malice of envious women are even louder. You start to shuffle away in an effort to get away from his grasp, but his grip only tightens at the movement making you fall stiff in the denial of your efforts. “Trying to get away doll?”

You really want to roll your eyes at that. “I just think it’d be more appropriate for the setting if we were not so close to each other. I do not want to ruin your reputation.” You could care less. What you do care about, is the amount of attention you’re earning yourself instead of staying the invisible nobody you believed you were. It’s nice to pretend once in a while and act like you are desired by such high profile people, though you actively avoid trouble as you’d not like to be on the receiving end of hate campaigns online or in person. “I appreciate the consideration, but I can’t let such a person leave me now,” he purrs. In that moment, you spot a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before making you freeze in place before you could comprehend what was happening. It seemed like everything stopped around you, including your own body against your will. As panic begins to settle in, two figures approach behind you and one of them places a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt in place. 

If you weren’t in such a public setting, you’d be freaking out at Jinyoung, wondering what the hell just happened to you. You’re cursing him in your head as the fear that rose starts to turn into anger when a voice from behind you brings you back to the situation at hand. “Who’s this lovely lady Jinyoung?” a deep voice says. You shift your body to face the mysterious speaker only to come face to face with the city’s most prestigious CEOs and high society couple–Park Seonghwa and Kim Hongjoong. 

Your eyes widen as you acknowledge their presence and politely bow to them. “A lady with manners is always a plus in my book,” Seonghwa states as he gives you a quick once over then turning his attention to the now silently glaring Jinyoung. “I’m sure you won’t mind us stealing her from you now would you Jinyoung?” Hongjoong questions, but anyone watching could tell it was rhetorical. You don’t know why you willingly looped your arm around Seonghwa’s arm as you made eye contact. You don’t know why everyone seemed to be looking away as they moved out of your way when the three of you walked towards the exit. You don’t know why you willingly got into their limo, squeezed between the both of them even when there was ample space to spread out. Your mind felt empty. Nothing was being comprehended besides bits and pieces of conversation between the two of them and sometimes aimed at you. 

“Just let us lead you doll, we’ll take care of you,” Hongjoong cooed as he hooks his arm around your lower back. “You were right on coming tonight Seonghwa. It seems like others have become just as intoxicated with her as us.”

“When am I ever wrong dear?” He smirks. “But this little stunt will bring some unwanted press unfortunately…we should also do something about Jinyoung touching what’s ours,” he scowls.

“Nothing we haven’t taken care of before. You know the drill by now,” Hongjoong’s eyes gaining that similar glint before he steels his face as they approach their limo waiting for them.

“Ah~ our love is finally with us darling,” Seonghwa purred as he tucked his face in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath. “Even with all the years of life we had, she’s the most intoxicating I’ve ever been connected to…besides you love.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Hongjoong laughs as he mirrors Seonghwa, dragging his unusually sharp teeth along your neck. Had you been in a better conscious state, you would’ve pulled away from the both of them. None of this was making sense. You felt trapped in your own body, thrown into the lion’s den in their presence as the driver began the journey to god knows where. 

“W-where…” you attempt to speak, but it’s taking much more energy than you can expel at the moment. An intense wave of exhaustion washing over you just from that one word.

“Oh. Our love really is meant for us. No one is able to even utter a word when compelled by you Seonghwa~” Hongjoong teases before leaving a light peck in the crook of your neck and sitting up. “But this better not be a sneak peak of future disobedience,” he sighs. “So troublesome.”

Seonghwa laughs a little as he also sits up and rests his hand on your thigh. “She’ll be the perfect little pet in no time even if she did Joongie. She is our soulmate after all. She’s the missing piece to us.” He pauses to turn your  head towards him, a smile gracing his face as his eyes begin to glow an ominous red. “You can rest (y/n), we’re finally taking you home where you belong with us.” 

And with that final command, you lean into him and fall into a deep slumber.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Yeosang - Jongho ♡

Service, Attentive

Had you known you would be catering your kingdom’s royal anniversary party you’d think someone was playing a prank on you. In fact, you still think it’s all a dream as you and your team bring in the large order of pastries into the kitchen to be inspected and set up in the ballroom for the kingdom’s kings to celebrate their anniversary of taking the throne a millennia ago. You weren’t alive when they first began their rule, only being a young enough witch, your kind isn’t really known for their longevity in age unlike other supernatural beings in the world. It really all depends on the class and path your magic chooses. You had known since young that you weren’t cut out for the more offensive or combat driven magic. Enjoying helping others, you learned that you could pair spells into objects including food to be digested for the masses. After years of training and perfecting your technique, you finally opened your own modest bakery that sold pastries based on health, luck, and fortune. Each category had varying effects, but your strongest spells were the ones in health, including longevity and especially disease ridding spells. It had become the talk of your small seaside town that had spread through the kingdom within a few years that led you here, in the kingdom’s grand palace today. 

It was last month when a messenger had come to her bakery with a royal summons in hand. At first you thought they had the wrong witch in mind, you were only a small bakery owner with a bit of witchiness to add onto it. Very modest. But the messenger insisted the letter was for you and you were to cater for the upcoming anniversary with a variety of your pastries for the established guests that would be attending along with the majesties. Ever since then, you had been working nonstop with organizing the spells for the increased number of people you’d be serving along with your regular customers throughout the normal work day. To say you were tired was an understatement, but you can’t say it wasn’t worth it as you passed through the threshold of the palace. You never imagined you’d be able to step foot into the palace let alone potentially meet the majesties. You’ve heard many rumors about them ranging from their ethereal beauty to their dominating presence. Growing up in a town on the outskirts of the kingdom doesn’t grant you many opportunities if at all seeing them in the flesh. Even in their routine visits around the kingdom, it’s been recorded that they’ve only approached your town a handful of times. Times you weren’t even born yet. 

Setting up was easy with the palace servants aiding their help to move things along faster than it would’ve taken if it had been just you and your team of your five apprentices. As you worked, you heard a range of excited whispers about the presence of the kings nearby. Apparently the servants have seen less and less of them over the years for some unknown reason. Many guessed it could be as small as needing a break, but some had believed one of them had fallen ill. You hope it wasn’t the last reason, knowing if that were true they’d have eager invaders in a heartbeat and your town would be one of the firsts to go. The health of the kings is the strength of the kingdom. By the time you dismissed your team to change for the party, the sun had started to set and guests were beginning to arrive at the gates. You knew it wouldn’t be until another thirty minutes when they’d be allowed to enter the ballroom, so you went ahead to change yourself and look for the garden you had spotted when walking through one of the long corridors. 

With a few slips up on the path, you manage to find yourself in the middle of the royal garden. You wander around until you see a fountain up ahead surrounded by the tall shrubbery that lines the path beautifully. The sun dips lower, painting the sky in pink and purple hues signaling the moon’s takeover soon. Every passing minute you can feel your own magic radiate underneath your fingertips. Now that you think about it, you don’t usually feel your magic this strongly even when there’s a full moon at its highest peak. You were far from being the strongest witch, but it didn’t mean you were weak either. As you approach the fountain you gaze into its tranquil ripples as you try to pinpoint why almost your entire body starts to vibrate until you hear a sharp sound to your right, alerting you of another presence. The man you come face to face almost takes your breath away as he stares directly at you, questioning. You opened your mouth to greet him, but before you could say a word, you felt an overwhelming pressure suddenly drop onto your shoulders as he continued to stare. He seems to notice your discomfort and approaches you to lift a hand to your arm. “Are you alright?” His voice was much deeper than you expected from the way he looked, but it was a pleasant surprise. 

His touch also not only lifted the pressure you felt, but reigned in you magic tenfold. “I am okay now, thank you,” you smile and take a deep breath, noticing he hadn’t let go yet. “Did you come to see the sunset in this garden?” Being silent would only make things awkward with a stranger, and you’ll be damned to embarrass yourself even once in front of him. You can already feel your skin heat up from his lingering touch. 

“Yes I did. I believed I needed a time of peace before I made my appearance in the ballroom.” He smiles. You look away from him and at his hand to avoid any more unnecessary eye contact. Just his presence makes you nervous, and you’ve never been one to flirt. Following your gaze, he pulls his hand away seemingly embarrassed to have forgotten he was holding you. “I apologize for touching you without permission. While I wanted to soothe your magic, in turn it began to soothe my own being.” He pauses before stepping away from you toward the palace. “I hope to see you at the party later,” he says before making a swift exit, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The encounter felt important, and yet you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. In addition, just his touch was able to reign in your magic, which was already alarming, but your magic seemed to soothe him too if what he said was true. Shaking your head, you decide to compartmentalize that for later deconstruction. As of now, you had a party to attend. 

You and your team of apprentices stuck to your display of pastries as the guests mingled and danced with one another. Occasionally, you’d try to push your apprentices to make connections and you could stay and answer any questions the guests had for each pastry available, but they insisted on staying by your side. It wasn’t until a bit halfway through the majesties finally made their appearance, the air changing with the pressure they brought and the guests all stilled and to bow their way. Before you could bow, you stood shocked as you realized the man you spoke to in the garden was none other than one the kings and you barely showed your respect. You moved quickly to bow before the situation fully settled in. As you rose along with the other guests you could feel his stare on you, but you refused to raise your head in their direction as they were announced to the guests. The one you met was none other than King Yeosang and next to him was King Jongho who looked more beautiful than the rumors could supply.

You may have not realized it now, or even as the party progressed and made their rounds, but Yeosang couldn’t get his mind off of you. No one outside of Jongho could settle his turbulent soul and calm his rampant energy that has only grown more restless as the years went on. They’re in a time of peace, while that is good for the wellbeing of their people, it’s not in their nature to remain so kind, so his soul has been more than disobedient ever since. When he left the garden, he made a beeline to Jongho to tell him of this experience. He had to share the news of a particular witch he encountered that was able to achieve such a feat, but knowing how protective Jongho is, he wasn’t surprised by his apprehensive curiosity. They planned to keep you here close to them to explore this new revelation and see if you really are their missing piece. 

Their queen.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Mingi - Yunho ♡

Protection, Adoration

It had been years since you returned to your hometown you think as you open your childhood bedroom door. Ever since you graduated high school, you were college bound in the big city and haven't looked back since. It wasn’t until almost five years later with constant pestering from your family and old friends you decided to finally visit. Placing your bags down next to your closet door, you move over to your window sill to gaze at the old yet familiar view of the right behind your house. You recall your friends growing up had always been afraid to sleep over your house and would only come during the day time. By the time the sun would threaten to set, they’d be long gone so you would usually be the one to travel to them after the fifth disappearance happened while in your middle school years. 

Your friends always wondered how you weren’t afraid of the forest right outside your window, but you shrugged off their concerns and told them you didn’t believe the rumors, knowing damn well the people that would go missing were very real. Denial can be a powerful thing if you put your mind to it. Though you know the real reason why you never felt afraid was far from the more rational side of reality. A pull to the forest had always been felt by you, even as you gaze at it now, a deep longing is felt. When you moved away, that longing only increased tenfold as you went to pursue your dreams, to the point after these five years, you couldn’t take it anymore. You know you shouldn’t walk into that dark forest, the light being unable to pierce through its density even in the bright hours of day, and yet you find yourself getting up to leave the house in a daze. It’s like an out of body experience before you realize you’re at the edge of the forest not long after. In shock, you take a deep breath and look at your surroundings to see if anyone could see you standing at the forest edge. I shouldn’t do this–but you must. Even your thoughts are contradicting themselves as you take the first step to cross the threshold. The crunch of the fall leaves sounds louder in the stark silence, making you hesitate on taking your next step. Last chance to back out. Closing your eyes, you take another step, releasing the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You open your eyes to take in the reality of things and turn around only to not see the houses that were once there. Only darkness surrounds you now–panic begins to settle in at your current situation.

“How…” you say to no one but yourself, unable to believe what just happened. Steeling your nerves as best as you can, you turn forward to continue moving, hoping you’d find something that could help lead you back out of this unknown maze this is turning out to be. You don’t know how long you had been wandering, the concept of time lost on you when the sun and moon isn’t there to lend a hand, all you do know is that you’re being watched. That telltale feeling as if something or someone is staring at you hasn’t left ever since you began your path further into the forest. No matter how many times you checked around yourself, you couldn’t find anything except more trees and plants. You haven’t even seen a single animal in this forest adding onto its eerie nature.

Far up ahead, you think you can see the forest lighting up as if there was a light at the end of this endless tunnel. This could be the edge of the forest you were looking for to get back to your home! With that thought, you pick up your pace, not wanting to fully run to conserve energy, but the desire to get out of this forest is overpowering the longing you originally felt that brought you here in the first place. Approaching this edge, you stop in your tracks at the sight you’re met with. A beautiful flower field stretches beyond you as the sun bathes it with its rays. Wandering further in, you’re amazed that something so beautiful was hidden in this dark forest–it almost feels like an entirely different plane of existence. Where the forest filled you with fear of the unexpected and a cold feeling, this field wrapped you in its warmth and happiness as you sat in a patch of grass, careful to not crush any of the neighboring flowers. Looking back up at the sky you see that the sun hasn’t reached its highest point, which means it was still morning. At most maybe two hours had passed since you entered the forest, yet it feels much longer than that. Sighing, you lay back onto the soft grass, lost in your own thoughts of how you got yourself in this situation. Why have other people get you into bad situations when you can do it perfectly fine by yourself, you laugh to yourself at that.

You don’t know when you dozed off, the comforting warmth of the morning sun and the peaceful atmosphere the flower field created leaving you in a tranquil daze, but by the time you woke up the sun was a bit past its highest peak in the day. Blinking away your sleepiness, you don’t register the furry warmth on either side of you, nor the curious yet excited eyes that watch your every move. Lifting yourself to sit up, you yawn and stretch out, arms rising and falling to the side only to land on furry warm bodies instead of the cool grass below you, making you jolt in place. An embarrassingly high squeal comes out as one of the large wolves to your right, with a warm auburn color sits up and brings its face closer to yours. You move to pull back away from you, until you realize the wolf with black fur moved behind you to keep you from moving away, all with an excited tail wagging at an alarming speed. Why are they so excited? If I were their prey I feel like I should feel way more alarmed than just the confusion and shock I have as of now. The auburn wolf moves to clumsily lay in your lap as you’re lost in your thoughts, ignoring the fact its way larger than what your lap could hold. Its whines bring you out of your thoughts to focus solely on them. “H-hello?” You don’t know why you’re talking to it, but from the way it’s looking at you, you can’t help yourself from trying.

The wolf from behind you scoffs and shifts to move in front of you as well. He eyes the auburn wolf and tries to push them off of your lap with their nose, causing adorable whines from them as they reluctantly get up to sit in front of you instead. The black wolf then barks at you before raising its paw to you. With how incredulous this situation is, you’re not surprised at yourself when you lift your hand to grasp their paw in your hand. When you woke up in your cottage today, you didn’t think you’d be shaking hands…or paws with a wolf, but I guess you can check that off your imaginary list. The auburn wolf, annoyed with the lack of attention, rolls onto its back to attract your attention and maybe even a few belly rubs if it's being honest. You let go of the black wolf’s paw and let out a giggle at the display the other is showing. After a quick inspection, you come to realize the wolf was male and reach over to give a few tentative pets on his belly. His tail wags in approval as your petting becomes more confident. The black wolf begins to mimic its friend, wanting the same amount of affection and you happily oblige the both of them. While this interaction was bizarre, it was a welcome distraction from your daily work/life schedule. 

People usually say to avoid the forest surrounding your hometown, but finding this flower field in addition to adorably cute wolves was making you think otherwise. If you hadn’t wandered in, you would’ve never had this experience. It wasn’t long until the sun started to set, alerting you to the time that has passed since you awoke from your unexpected nap. Getting up, the wolves perk up from their resting positions from your sudden movement. You sigh as you stretch out from sitting for an extended period of time and turn to face the both of them. “It was nice spending time with you both, but I have to get home now,” you smile as you turn to leave towards the direction you came. However, you only make it to the edge of the clearing before the large black wolf runs in front of you, interrupting your path. Stunned at first, you move to go around the wolf and wave, but he only follows to block you again. The auburn wolf joins him at his side and growls as you move to step aside once again, causing fear to slowly well up inside you. “I have to get home you guys, it’ll be dark soon,” you plead your case. You don’t know why you’re talking to them like they understand you, but their eyes seem to speak louder than your own words. The black wolf nudges you back as the other gently bites your sleeve to pull you in the opposite direction. You try to yank your arm back and move again, but their growls make you still in your movements. Will these wolves hurt me? What was I thinking to trust wild animals? You can’t help but talk down on yourself over ignoring the lessons that you’ve been taught since young. 

There’s a reason those who enter this forest never leave and now you’re the next victim. Never enter the forest.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Wooyoung - San ♡

Infatuation, Dependance

“Sannn, we need another person, they’re not giving me enough energy,” Wooyoung whines as they exit the apartment complex their latest treat lives in.

 “It’s not my fault you’re so insatiable,” San retorts with a knowing smile, “but I do agree, we’re gonna need someone new soon.” They continue their walk, traveling with no destination in mind at the moment as they discuss their plans when Wooyoung stops in his tracks before looking around. Even though it was still the middle of the night, it wasn’t hard for them to sense or see anything in the night.

“Over there,” he says and points across the street to you, walking briskly with your headphones in. San looks over in your direction and has to stop himself from running over and taking you right then and there. Normally they have their instincts under control, but even from this distance your soul smelled like the most appetizing treat they’ve had in a long time. Last time they had encountered a delicious soul like yours, they devoured them all that night, while he did regret not savoring them, they sure as hell had a memorable time they’ll never forget. But ever since then, it was like nobody ever lived up to the level their taste had been raised as they were left to feed from mediocre (at best) souls. “Well what are we waiting for,” San smiles as he and Wooyoung begin their trek to you.

On the other hand, you were quickly trying to return home after your shift. Tired from the day, and feeling tense, you’d like to unwind before taking yourself straight to bed afterwards. Seeing your apartment complex finally come into view, you pick up your pace until you’re stopped dead in your tracks by bumping into someone. You could’ve sworn you were the only one out here, but as you look up to see maybe the most handsome man you’ve laid eyes on with a friend with just as much beauty, you take a step back and begin to apologize. 

“It’s no problem at all, I should’ve been watching where I was going,” San says as he steps to the side. You nod in response, afraid you’d make a fool of yourself if you opened your mouth. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, you know. We could walk you the rest of the way if you’d like,” Wooyoung offers as he steps towards you with a kind smile. Normally you’d have your alarms blaring in your head, but as you look at them, you can’t help but nod again to allow them to escort you. “Well then lead the way doll.”

It was a quick walk, and really didn’t need an escort, but who were you to say no to them. You could barely think of a coherent sentence let alone have rational thoughts. Now at the entrance to your building, you turn to thank them for escorting you and wish for them to get home safe.

“No problem at all. Hope you have sweet dreams tonight,” Wooyoung winks before they turn to leave.And boy did you have the sweetest of them all.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

You open your eyes when you hear a sudden to the left of you. You don’t know why, but you feel as if you were no longer alone in your room. Slowly turning your head you squint as your eyes try to adjust to the darkness, but are unable to see anything.

“Right here love,” a voice to your right suddenly says, causing you to jolt upright and look to see who’s beside you. You hear a giggle from your other side when you acknowledge the person beside you was one of the men that escorted you. 

“W-wha–” you begin before you’re cut off with Wooyoung’s finger. “No need to think about it right now (y/n), we just want to pleasure you. Will you let us?” he asks as San from the other side of you pulls you closer to his lap. His lips trace your ear as they wait for your response, fingers lightly pulling at your shirt. “We can take care of you so well baby,” San whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your back. You whimper slightly from embarrassment of how much they affect you so easily, but also because in that moment San starts to nibble right below your ear, making you feel weak. Wooyoung, not wanting to be excluded from the fun, moves in front of you to open your legs and pull down your shorts. 

“No panties?” he smirks at you before lowering himself to your thighs, trailing light kisses that evolve into full love bites the closer he gets to your core. San reaches around you to pull your shirt off and immediately grasps your breasts to fondle them. “No bra either,” he laughs, “it’s like she knew we’d be here.” San moves your head to the side to gain better access to your neck, then latches onto it without hesitation. Your soft pants egg Wooyoung on to finally lick your slit, causing you to instinctively close your legs, but he grabs onto both of your thighs and pushes them back, folding you. 

“Let go for us (y/n), we’ll take good care of you. Right Youngie?” San smirks as he looks back at his partner lost in between his legs. He knows he’s not going to get a reply from him as he’s too lost in lapping at your lips to care about anything else around him. You yourself are lost in the feeling as Wooyoung begins to suck on your clit like his life depends on it and easily slips in two fingers in the meantime. San attaches his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and moves his hands to pinch at your nipples. Your breath hitches a bit at the pain followed by a loud moan as San lets his tongue wander your mouth, overpowering your tongue in an instant. You feel like you're going numb yet you’re being lit ablaze between the two. Tightening around Wooyoung’s fingers, he proceeds to add two more as he lifts his head to look at the state you’re in.

“Sannie, she tastes so good, can she be our pet?” Your walls pulsate around his fingers at the implication. You haven’t been able to explore your kinks before, only really having few vanilla experiences, but this is giving you the chance to explore things you never thought you’d like. You moan at the thought of being their pet, being taken care of, punished if you misbehave, but rewarded if you’re good…you need that in your life. Even if this is just a dream, you want this to continue every night if possible. Wooyoung doesn’t wait for a reply, focusing on increasing his pace and lifting his head to leave a trail of love bites along your abdomen. San presses himself against you from behind so you could feel the effect you had on him and what to anticipate. 

“Of course Youngie, she can be our pretty kitty,” he purrs happily into your neck. You can barely hear him at this point, too focused on the familiar coil that’s ready to unravel. “I-I’m–” You don’t even get to finish your sentence as you feel Wooyoung pull away from you and hear both him and San laugh at your whines. “I was so close–” you lift yourself up a bit to face Wooyoung, “Why’d you stop?”

“Can’t let you cum unless it’s around one of us kitty,” he teases and finally removes the last few articles of clothing on him, San following suit. From there San moves to the top of the bed, pulling your legs closer to him as Wooyoung situates himself behind you. “On your hands and knees,” San commands as he taps your thigh. You flip over to get in position and look up to see Wooyoung positioning his cock in front of your face with a smirk. You felt him before he was fully hard, but you didn’t expect the size he grew too. What he lacked in girth he made up for in length and it left you salivating for it.

“Open wide kitty,” Wooyoung says and you happily oblige, his tip laying heavy on your tongue. You push yourself forward to take him in more, moaning at the taste and the breath he takes in above you before sighing from the relief. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, just relax,” he warns as you open your mouth wider, eagerly preparing for him. He starts out slow to give you a chance to find a proper rhythm before he begins to snap into you. His moans fall deliciously from his mouth, getting lost in the feeling of your mouth, you want nothing more than to give yourself to him. Losing yourself in the feeling of Wooyoung, you’re reminded of San behind you as he presses himself against your core, slowly trailing his cock up and down your slit before lining up with your hole. 

“Don’t forget about me kitty, you’re doing so well for us,” he slowly begins to push inside of you, groaning as your walls greedily suck him in. “Fuck, such a slutty hole sucking me in like that kitty.” You moan pathetically around Wooyoung, your walls throbbing around him as he starts his relentless pace. San was thicker than his partner, and he knew how to use it, making sure he brushes against your g-spot with each thrust. If you were able to think before, they’ve successfully fucked you brainless. All you can try to ground yourself with is the intense grip you have on the sheets below you, but it’s not enough to take your mind away from the mind numbing pleasure being given to you. “Shit, she’s perfect for us Woo, how could we have gone so long without this,” he grunts, grip tightening on your love handles. “I’m sure our kitty would love to be bred all day everyday,” he smirks when he feels the effect his words have on you. “Such a dirty girl.”

“I’m sure she’d pass out before we got our fill,” he laughs in between his moans, pulling San forward for an intense kiss. San’s hips stutter a bit, getting lost in the feeling of his lover and his potential lover. After getting a taste of you, they can’t let anyone else even think of touching you.

Hearing them above you pushes you closer to your peak, bringing your hand to your clit to let you reach it quicker. At the movement, San breaks away from Wooyoung’s kiss, eliciting a whine from the latter, to focus on you. “She’s close Wooyoung, and so are you. Be good for me prettys and cum.” With those words, Wooyoung whines as he stills his hips, shoving his cock as down your throat as he can, spilling his seed down it. “Mm, I think she loves the taste of you, fuck,” San’s hips start to stutter, approaching his eye as your orgasm finally washes over you. 

You don’t remember much after you came around San’s cock. You vaguely remember San pulling out of you after he reached his own high, making sure he made his claim deep inside of you before Wooyoung began the aftercare for you. “You did so well kitty, you were so good for us.”“Just rest love, you’ll need it for later,” you hear one of them laugh next to you. You feel yourself being tucked in and cuddled on either side of you. After being pleasantly filled, your mind is left fuzzy and you can’t help, but fade into darkness from the comfort being provided. 

“We’re gonna have so much fun with you kitty~”

[cozzzynook]

But what if cybertronians did have another way to reproduce besides hot spots that were far and few in between and cold constructs that often caused disabilities.

What if they had the typical reproduction of housing a spark in their chassis and the sire builds a protoform that the carrier of the spark has to approve. Thats the normal way things happen, all three of those.

But what if there was another one.

One they said didn’t exist and would “take care” of any bot caught with this “abnormality.”

A bot that could get sparked with transfluid from a spike and spark merging.

The spark starts in the chassis but goes down to whats called a forge tank and their frames make the body with the materials they have and outside sources from metals and energon they consume and transfluid from the sire.

If they don’t get sparked their forge tanks sheds and they bleed energon from their valve and even their spike at times.

Its seen as a disgusting and abnormal trait because it’s something organics do even if these bots don’t carry exactly like an organic.

Cybertronians have long lives and so carrying and building one to term is not the standard human nine months but a thousand years.

The bot has time to hide it but the hard part is staying hidden after realizing and leaving.

So maybe Rodimus is one of the unfortunate bots who is an “abnormal carrier,” with a spark condition called spark flutters that he’s had since emergence.

His spark was acting odd and thats why he went to see First aid.

He snuck in, late when bots would be in recharge and he didn’t have to explain why he was grasping at his bulging chassis and tanks.

He expected to hear he needed a new dose of spark medicine and that his forge flush was coming.

Not the screen display to show him a new spark within the dissent tube slowly making its way to his gestation tank.

He stared at the screen for so long he didn’t realize he stoped venting and First aid was trying to snap him out of shock.

He doesn’t know how or when but he woke up in the private room with First aid reading his vitals. He has no memory file of passing out and his processor has such a terrible time trying to think of anything more than getting a cup of energon for his dry cords.

“Please don’t panic again. It’s not good for you..or the new spark, should you choose to keep them.”

He snapped his optics in a daze trying to stabilize himself, his gyros were spinning and his frame was weak.

“I’ll have to excuse you from work today, your spark needs to rest and your frame needs help stabilizing. I don’t expect an answer now but in the mean time until you decide we’ll have to keep the sparkling healthy for your own sake. Okay?”

And he’s nodding even if he doesn’t know because he can’t get his voice box to work nor his helm on straight when its a few hours later Drift and Ratchet are barging through the medbay demanding to see him.

Of course First aid refuses without his consent and he’s told with a gentle tone when its still just the two of them and he’s blinking back tears because he never told them he could abnormally carry and they’ve only recently found out he had spark flutters.

They weren’t even in a relationship, they were just fragging almost daily and sometimes sharing habs when his forge wasn’t flushing.

How could he tell them this?

That he was carrying one of or both their sparklings and would be for the next thousand years?

“Frag,” his voice breaks and he covers his face plate in tears and First aid is telling them to leave which he’s grateful for.

“Frag, frag, frag,” he sobbed, tanks clenching and spark stuttering.

“What am I gonna do?”

[serenescribe]

had a really rough day. wanted to get out my feelings through writing. easier by the crane wives is a lilia song. enjoy c:

“I’ll be back soon, Silver,” Lilia whispers, kneeling down to press a kiss against his son’s forehead, one hand cupping his cheek. “Be good, alright? Remember your chores, and your—”

“And my exercises, I know,” Silver answers, smiling brightly at him. And oh, it makes Lilia’s chest ache so deeply, like a hand has grasped around his beating heart, fingers curling tighter and squeezing until his breath chokes in his throat.

Everything about the boy, the child he has taken in as his own, makes him feel so strongly — especially the silver strands of silken locks that frame his face, causing the aurora glint of his pupils to shine even brighter. It is a feeling that Lilia dubbed as a negative years ago, when he had picked up that wooden cradle in the woods and watched the baby tucked within it open its eyes — a reflection of a foe long since slaughtered, an enemy that makes Lilia’s blood boil with rippling rage.

But lately, he cannot help but feel as though the feeling, the emotion he keeps cradled within his heart, is shifting. When Silver was younger, Lilia had to leave the house over and over, taking a breather for himself as he quelled his roaring rage, the impetuous youthful general of his mind screaming for him to take the boy out. But now, when he ruffles the young boy’s hair, or opens his arms when he clings to him for a hug, all Lilia feels is a candlelight swell of something warmth — so small and delicate, as though a single breath can blow it out.

And so, with confusion misting his mind and emotions tangling into his chest, Lilia leaves, again and again.

He leaves, travels far and wide, under the guise of missions and quests, or, when he has no further excuse, for his own private purposes. Lilia steps away from the cottage he has slowly begun to consider a home, wraps his heart with powerful armour, tucks away those muddled feelings for later, preferably never. Lilia stays away long enough, feeling the wind against his face, smelling the salt of the seas, feeling the heat of the sun he’s never truly loved beating down on his skin.

And when his tasks are done, or when he cannot stay away any longer, he returns.

Each and every time he comes home, Silver greets him with a smile, arms outstretched for a hug. “I missed you, Papa,” he says so shyly as Lilia lifts him up, mirth trickling into each new reunion, casting the memories in sunny hues. “I’m happy you’re home.”

And what is Lilia to do, then, when his heart seizes at those words? The armour breaks apart, a burst of something strong and hot sweeping through him; he coos in response, praises how good Silver has been, taking care of the house, looking after himself, my, what a mature child he is! But Lilia has never returned the words that Silver always whispers to him whenever he gets sleepy and Lilia tucks him into bed; he turns his head to the side, light locks of hair splayed out over his scratchy pillow, lips parting to murmur, “I love you, Papa.”

Everytime he hears those words—

(And it is never only during their reunions, for Silver always tells him that, brimming with such love that it makes some younger part of him freeze up, locking in place, bile rising through his throat.)

—Lilia has to leave again.

Silver is seven now. He has grown so much in such a short time — thus is the fragility of humankind, Lilia muses to himself. He used to think of it as a blessing when Silver was but a baby, for it would cut short the number of years they had to spend together. But now?

Lilia isn’t sure what to think now.

(Or perhaps it is more like he refuses to admit the truth to himself.)

He swallows down the lump in his throat, sucking in a deep breath. “I trust you to take care of yourself, dear,” he says as brightly as he can manage, fingers pulling away as he reaches for the swinging clasp of his travelling cloak. Lilia adjusts it, ensuring the hood can cover his face — the sunlight has always been a blasted enemy of his, after all — but as he turns to leave…

A tug.

He pauses. Turning his head to glance over his shoulder, Lilia’s eyes meet auroral pupils, wide eyes that gaze up at him as though he hung the stars.

“I love you, Papa,” Silver reminds him, shining so splendidly that it hurts. “Take care, okay?”

His ribs press in against his lungs, digging in tight, each breath shallow and raw.

“I will,” Lilia promises, voice shaky, forcing a smile that does not fit onto his face. “Thank you, Silver.”

And when he leaves again, walks the familiar path away from their home — and when has he begun to truly think of it that way? Lilia does not remember — Lilia’s steps grow faster and faster, breath catching in his throat until he’s running, practically flying, getting away as quickly as he can.

(For what reason does he run?

Is it because he cannot stand the sight of Silver, the boy who resembles the Dawn Knight to such an eerie extent?

Or is it because he’s unable to comprehend the possibility that he is getting attached?)

It is better to leave, again and again.

Until he can wrangle his feelings, until he can pick apart every flicker of doting warmth and every icy shard of contempt, until he can decide for himself that yes, he will leave or no, he will stay, permanently, irreversibly—

Lilia will wander the earth and hide the love that he feels, pushing it away until it becomes bearable enough for him to go home.

[simgerale]

WIFE (One Shot for Regal)

The stars were out, and she could finally rest.

Magdalena let out a breath as she clicked the door shut, closing her eyes in relief. She did not foresee that the celebrations would last all day, but once her people found out about the marriage, many who were close by traveled to the castle. Not only did Volais gain an Emperor, but a peace without limits and the benefits that come with it. Trade will be bountiful, magic can finally find its way back into the lands, and war… War will slumber once more.

“Magdalena?” A gravely voice interrupts her thoughts, making her skin prickle at the sound of her name.

Right. These are not solely my chambers anymore.

Turning her body around to lean against the door, Magdalena spots the culprit sitting in soapy waters with a tired smile on his face.

“Who said that you could use my bath, your majesty?”

“My own conscious, once I realized that you had not escaped nearly as quickly as I did. You would not want your new husband to reek of politicians, would you?”

The empress quirks a brow, only for it to immediately lower in response to her eyes finding his bare… everything. With burning cheeks, she grasps her hands in front of her middle and makes a beeline for the vanity. She was exhausted when she entered the room, but now her heart cannot seem to stop hammering her ribcage.

It is just Luca. This is not your nightmares. He will be kind.

With shaky hands, Magdalena starts to take off her jewelry. She is almost regretful that she dismissed her handmaids, even if it is supposed to be her wedding night. This will take her an eternity.

The sounds of splashing water fill the room as her husband leaves his bath, causing her throat to tighten. He dresses painfully slow, the anticipation rising in Magdalena’s stomach until she cannot take it anymore and drops an earring.

Suddenly there is a hand to her left, offering her the pearl. When she looks back to the mirror, she finds Luca’s handsome face wearing a caring expression. “Need assistance?”

“…If you do not mind.”

“I will never mind,” he mutters, smiling as he starts to unclasp her necklace. “It gives me an excuse to be close to you, after all.”

Her whole body seems to retract into itself as his fingers brush the nape of her neck. Goosebumps form on her skin.

“We do not have to do anything tonight. In fact, I am fully prepared to not do anything for quite a long time,” Luca reassures his wife, placing a gentle kiss on her hair before moving away.

What? Magdalena asks herself. He… does not want to? She was surprisingly disappointed, regardless of her previous anxiety.

“Are you certain?”

Her husband chuckles, crossing his legs in the arm chair he found himself in. “Yes…? I thought you did not wish for us to advance so quickly.”

She purses her lips, turning away from the mirror so that she can look at her husband face-on. “I-It is not that I did not wish for us to advance… but it is expected of us. I am expected to bear a child now that I am married.”

Luca stares at Magdalena with his mouth slightly ajar, brows furrowing as if he is trying to decipher a code written on her face. “Surely you do not believe that we always have to do what is expected of us, Magdalena. Especially when it concerns our private affairs.” He stands slowly, his tunic shifting to reveal a chest his new wife is trying her hardest not to focus on. “Especially when we have already determined that this marriage was for us and not for them.”

“I understand, but—“

“No, you apparently do not,” Luca cuts her off, walking towards her with waves of concern radiating off of him. Taking both hands in his, he says, “We had our first kiss yesterday, Magdalena. And your nerves were unhinged the moment you saw me bathing. Did you think I would not notice?”

The empress gulps. She is unused to someone knowing her this well. Even her sister is not this good at picking her apart.

“I may be bold, but I am not that bold to assume you would want to lay with me after one day of being mine,” he jokes, a wet curl falling onto his forehead. “I will even sleep in my old room if you are not ready for my hairy legs in your bed.”

A laugh bubbles out of Magdalena, the tension releasing from her body as suddenly as it appeared. He is the only one that has gotten her to relax so easily in years, and she is sure that no one else will ever be able to achieve the same feat.

A few nights later, after days full of meeting with important people and drawing up official documents, after constant moments of catching the other staring across the room, after a vulnerable minute in the stairwell when they finally got alone and kissed like they had been deprived of air… Magdalena no longer had any fears left.

That is why Luca retired that night to find his new wife, clad in her nightgown, standing by their bed with a certain glint in her eye.

“Was my Empress waiting for me all this time?”

“No,” she said quietly. “Your wife was.”

[willswise]

Mistakes|| Aegon Targaryen X Niece

Despite being more sober than usual, Aegon was not as sober as a sensible person would be. He noticed an oddly familiar figure in the corner of the room, Tilting his head as he walked closer seeing an intense exchange between his Niece and another man.

"Niece" he spoke calmly and quietly, crossing his arms over his chest and smugly looking between the two. 

"My prince" The man pathetically bent his head to show respect. 

After being embarrassed by her uncle, she squeezed her eyes shut before glancing at him. Biting her lower lip gently, she regained her composure quickly, whether it was fake or not.

"Leave" he spoke to the man sitting next to her.

The man began to stand; Vira grabbed his arm, looking up at the man. 

"It's only Aegon; stay. I'm sure he won't remember why he's here in a moment." 

Aegon dropped the smug look as he glared at his Niece. Who smirked at him

"Go away, uncle, don't you see I'm busy" she waved her hand. 

"Leave", he spat to the man again; he shook his hand out of Viras grasp. Neither of them broke eye contact; as the man left, Vira tried to form the excuses she had to begin in a pleasure house.

Aegon finding a small amount of amusement in the whole ordeal, grabbed her arm harshly pulling her up, dragging her to his private room,

"let me go" she squirmed as he tossed her into the room. Closing the door behind himself 

"What are you doing here?" he sternly asked

"Why does it matter" she scoffed "When did you start to care about the affairs of our house" 

"Does your mother know you left dragon stone" he taunted walking closer to her, Her glare intensified as he now stood in front of her. You do realize this is a pleasure house," he mocked in a low voice.

"Im aware" she spoke back, Aegon let out a loud laugh as he shook his head. Viras jaw clenched as she rolled her eyes now staring at the exit she desperately wanted to take. 

"You're here for pleasure?" He watched her as his curiosity got the best of him

"Hmm" she spoke, He moved to walk into her eye line, rolling her eyes as he met her gaze again. 

"Have you-" he smirked with his words

"No" she swiftly cut him off

his face fell slightly "You have enough rumors Vira, Begin here and losing your maidhood is not going to look good for mummy" he spoke more sincerity than he wanted.

While he studied her eyes for a moment, she spoke again, "I may have Targaryen blood, but I'm far less recognizable than you" she ran her hand through the side of his hair. She added, " I am not in line to inherit anything; I am here to marry some lord for political reasons, so why wouldn't I enjoy myself?" As Aegon nodded, a little amount of understanding came between the pair.

He walked past her, Ignoring what she had just said; he poured wine into a goblet swallowing the contents before pouring another glass; Vira watched him walk back to her with the goblet; he swallowed hard as he held the drink out to her. 

'To take the edge off" As he spoke, their eyes again met, and Vira stared at him, unsure of what he meant, and he nodded back at the goblet. She drank the entire cup in a moment before he placed his fingers around its rim, tossing it to the floor. Before Vira had an opportunity to ask why, he swiftly captured her lips, and she gradually began softening into his lips. Smirking, he slipped his hands around her waist, drawing her closer until she broke off.

"What are you doing?" she gasped out,  

"You're going to get what you want, I promise," he breathed out,  placing his lips again on hers, and moving her toward the bed, breaking off she stared at him, both breathing heavily; smirking down at her, he began to undo the ties on her shirt front. She didn't stop him, as he lifted her shirt over her head, before he tore his shirt off, pushing her down on the bed, using one of his hands as support, and the other hand over her hip. "Aegon" she whispered, causing him to become a little panicked. He sucked in and looked down at her. "Do you want this?" he asked slowly, moving his hand from her hip beside her.

"Yes," She moved one of her hands to his face, gently grazing her thumb across his cheek. Before running her hand through his tangled hair. 

**

Swinging his feet over the bed, Vira sat up in the same state of remorse as he did, putting on his shirt and trying to escape the feeling he couldn't comprehend and feeling an emotion he had never experienced before. Trying to run a sense of fault that he wasn't sure he had the capacity to endure, he wanted to reach for her but quickly shook it off. He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to ignore her until she gently touched his shoulder.

"Aegon?" she whispered, as he turned his head back. 

"I'm sorry", he muttered standing up, stumbling to grab his pants and shoes. Vira sat up grabbing her shirt.

"You need to get back to Dragon stone", he mumbled, grabbing her shoes; she tugged up her pants doing up the clasps as she nodded, he licked his lips before he sighed and stepped towards her with her shoes in his hands,

"Here," he hesitantly said placing the shoes down, as he moved his hands to her shirt ties refusing to look at her now just his hands, as he tied the knots.

"Yeah I do, my absence will be noticed," she said finally responding to the comment. He looked up meeting her eyes again as he tightened the bow

 "Thank you" she smiled slightly backing up to grab her shoes off the floor,

"Vira" he spoke as she made it to the door, 

"I won't tell anyone," she calmly said, her hand on the handle "This was a mistake Aegon" she slowly opened the door leaving him. 

as the door closed, he dragged his hand down his face, before he slapped everything off the table. 

[dertaglichedan]

Why Do Young Americans Support Hamas? Look at TikTok.

The app is digital fentanyl made by China. And it is brainwashing our youth against the country and our allies, argues Rep. Mike Gallagher.

By Rep. Mike Gallagher

November 1, 2023

According to a Harvard/Harris poll, 51 percent of Americans ages 18–24 believe Hamas was justified in its brutal terrorist attacks on innocent Israeli citizens on October 7.

I read that statistic at a time where I thought I’d lost the capacity to be shocked. For weeks, I’ve seen the clips and read the firsthand stories documenting Hamas’s atrocities: burned bodies, decapitated babies, raped women, children tied together with their parents, mutilated corpses. I’d seen the rallies on elite campuses celebrating Hamas’s murderous cause, the faculty letters excusing the terrorists. I thought I had grasped the extent of the moral rot. I thought I had seen the bottom.

But I hadn’t.

How did we reach a point where a majority of young Americans hold such a morally bankrupt view of the world? Where many young Americans were rooting for terrorists who had kidnapped American citizens—and against a key American ally? Where were they getting the raw news to inform this upside-down world view?

The short answer is, increasingly, via social media and predominantly TikTok. TikTok is not just an app teenagers use to make viral dance videos. A growing number of Americans rely on it for their news. Today, TikTok is the top search engine for more than half of Gen Z, and about six in ten Americans are hooked on the app before their seventeenth birthday. And it is controlled by America’s foremost adversary, one that does not share our interests or our values: the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). TikTok’s parent company, ByteDance, is Chinese, and in China there is no such thing as a private company. As if to underscore the point, ByteDance’s chief editor, Zhang Fuping, is also the boss of the company’s internal Communist Party cell.

We know of TikTok’s predatory nature because the app has several versions. In China, there is a safely sanitized version called Douyin. That version, using much of the same technology, shows kids science experiments and other educational content, and its use is limited to forty minutes per day. Here in America, the application’s algorithm is exquisitely tuned to prioritize polarizing outrage and addictive, brain-numbing nonsense (at best) and dangerous propaganda (at worst). Put differently, ByteDance and the CCP have decided that China’s children get spinach, and America’s get digital fentanyl.

And we are absolutely hooked, with 16 percent of teens using it “almost constantly.” Today, 69.7 percent of Americans aged 12–17, 76.2 percent aged 18–24, and 54 percent aged 25–34 use TikTok. By tweaking the TikTok algorithm, the CCP can censor information and influence Americans of all ages on a variety of issues. It can shape what facts they consider accurate, and what conclusions they draw from world events.

[avnillae]

Cannibal! Angel

. you’d been anxious the day prior, eager maybe, but the hunger overcame the fear in the grand scheme of things

. you made sure to leave no traces, no amateur google searches, no open discussion or hypotheticals to raise eyebrows or questions on any online subreddits, you played the scene out continuously, repeatedly, obsessively for months in your imagination

. every what if scenario with meticulous solutions, you’d get away with it with this much preparation

. the only question would be how to prepare it once it. happened, but you figured if home chefs could whip up something delicious with liver or chicken hearts on the cooking game shows you’ve mindlessly indulged in, flesh would be no different

. if you could even wait to prepare and cook the skin

. you chewed on your nails, the skin around it inevitably finding its way between your teeth, pulling away at the metallic taste eventually flooding your lips, you stared and watched as the crimson ran from your thumb to your forearm.

. it was mesmerizing in a way, how beautiful the shade of red could be

. a universal shade unique to the living and past tense thereof

. you wanted to bathe in it, to be submerged in others

. an act so private, so intimate, so utterly inviting

. you’d reprimand yourself had you cared anymore, your patience had run thin, your body shaking with adrenaline

. with the ring of the doorbell, you stood at attention, in anticipation, a grin plastered on your face as you unlocked the door to greet your unsuspecting date

“Hey ! Welcome in, I’m so happy to see you !” You greeted them with a brazen hug, causing the other to blush profusely, “Thanks for having me, I was surprised when you said you wanted to meet again.. I thought I had blown it the other day..” they laughed meekly.

. They had, had you been a normal sane person, you’d have never met up with them again. But once it came down to it, they were the perfect victim.

. Oblivious, willing, pathetic to the point of being absolutely pitiful.

. Pitiful, it was no surprise they were infatuated with you, you felt sorry for them.

. Sorry that you’d never feel the same level of intensity for another, sorry that you couldn’t form meaningful connections with others, sorry that you were different from them, sorry that you had this need that gnawed at your insides begging and pleading for you to do the same to others.

“What ?! No way, I thought I was the one who blew it, I felt bad with how things ended I know I wasn’t the most.. welcoming.” You grasped at their coat, helping them out of it, your hands purposely lingering across their broad shoulders a moment too long, a shiver racked down their spine which they quickly excused as it being ‘cold outside’ a small smile was exchanged.

. If you were being honest, the first outing consisted of you sitting there counting down the minutes spent as they had blabbered on and on about financing and how much they had saved in 401 and IRA accounts. Strange given since you’re both in your early twenties, but you digressed. At the end, they walked you to your car, with not a full sentence having come out of your mouth besides “yeah? crazy ! no way!?” the entire date.

. Awkwardly rubbing their head, they looked at you with expectant eyes and a small lean, of course they’d want a kiss.

. Much to your dismay, you had leaned in as well. The things we do in the name of love and all such things, if only you could feel such a thing.

. Had this gone another way, you knew you’d be secured had you married.

. But it hadn’t.

“Au contraire, mon amie, you were simply divine..” They purred turning to face you as you hooked their coat away. “No other woman has been able to keep up intellectually in conversation such as you,” Because yes and ya are apparently genius and innovative, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

. Right, you pulled a tight smile, wrinkling your eyes downwards, partway in attempt to appear bashful another to hide the disgust in your eyes.

“You flatter me,” You grasped at their wrist, “But enough about that, let me get you a drink!” You sauntered ahead, feeling their gaze over your form, nauseated, leading them away from the doorway.

“This is a nice place you have, how much do your folks pay for it?” You heard, as you reached into the cabinets and pulled out two modestly sized wine glasses.

“My folks?” Pouring tawny in both cups, you mentally cursed at yourself for using the good wine on this swine.

“Yeah, like your ma and pa, you can’t seriously pay for this place on your own.” Turning, you followed their voice onto the plush cushions of the settee before handing them their glass, you let out a strained laugh.

“I’d be lying if I said I did this on my own, but it’s because of them that we were able to meet in the first place.” And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t, but they didn’t need to know that. It wouldn’t matter anyway.

“To us.” They raised their glass, “To us.” You joined, clinking your cups together.

. It wouldn’t be long now.

. Sipping gracefully on the cherry wine, you eyed your date as the gulped down the entire glass.

. With a content sigh, they placed down their glass onto the table ahead. “A little sweeter than the usual I’m accustomed to.” They giggled, loosening their tie, a pink hue coloring their cheeks.

How cute.

“Oh?” You cooed, as you placed your glass aside theirs.

. You shifted, carefully closing the gap between you two, “Is it sweeter than me?” Eyes peering, you fixed into straddling their lap, their breath hitched, watching as your hands slid against their chest before you grasped hold of their tie. Pulling them forward, your lips hung dangerously close to theirs.

. Their hands cautiously placed themselves against your thighs, their gaze fixated on your stained rosy lips.

“Well… I’d have to have another taste before I can say for sure..” They murmured, closing in on the space between your lips.

. Disgusting disgusting disgusting

. You could taste the faint menthol from their cigarette they must’ve had a few minutes prior to your meeting, the taste of the alcohol, which wasn’t even that bad had it not been wasted on someone who was going to die in a few minutes.

. Nevertheless, your body pressed against theirs, your grasp on the fabric loosened leading to your arms wrapping around their neck effectively deepening the kiss.

. They groaned against your lips, their hips bucking against yours.

. You could feel the wetness pooling in their briefs even through their clothes.

. Typical to be this wet just from a kiss, you bet they were a virgin with how generally unlikeable they were. Maybe you were being too harsh, they had probably been with another. You didn’t put it past them to go through the pros and cons with another as to why their date should sleep with them.

. Pro, I’m rich. Con, everything but I’m so rich you’d be stupid not to get fucked

. You held back a laugh, before you felt them push against you.

“Something…”

Right, took long enough.

“Something ?”

“..Something isn’t right.” Their hands falling limply from your thighs to their sides, they started leaning onto their side, sinking into the couch.

“Something isn’t right ?” You repeated, getting up from your place on their lap. “That can’t be true, everything is going according to plan!” You smiled, leaning down to meet their lidded eyes.

“Gosh you look simply, what was the word..?” Tucking a strand of hair behind their ear, you admired the dazed look on their stupid face, “Divine !”

. Leaving your place by their side, you paced towards the record player on the other side of the living room.

“You like music?” You asked, taking a vinyl out of its sleeve and placing it on the stand.

“I always have to have something on in the background,” You mused, setting the needle at the last track. After, turning to your beautiful sleeping date on the sofa. Their breathing had slowed as their eyes shut, only soft moans had left their lips.

¿ Por qué será ? ¿ Por qué será ?

“Otherwise I get,” Pausing to unzip the sparkling gown adorning your figure, you couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh,

“Otherwise I get scared. Silly, isn’t it?”

. You stepped out of your attire, lest you dirty your beautiful dress. The only thing covering your body being lace garments and a garter belt sitting along your waist.

Just in case they had swayed your decision.

They hadn’t.

No me da pena, me da ternura

“Gives me no sadness, gives me no tenderness, roughly.” You sang along, once again assuming your position on their body.

“Tonight you’ll be my first,” You cooed, unbuttoning their dress shirt. Exposing their chest to you, tracing along their abdomen, you hummed along,

“Es que no has aprendío na o es que tienes un problema”

“You should be grateful, after this no one can claim they’ve been inside me…” you mumble lazily leaning down to lick their skin.

“Atleast not in the way that you have..” you whisper against their flesh, stroking their rib cage. They were awfully skinny for a meal, but beggars can’t be choosers. You trailed downwards, nipping at their hip bones, teasing your hunger. You ran your tongue upwards, the area between their hips and rib, the softest area on their abdomen.

No me da pena, me da ternura

. You sunk your teeth into their skin, the all too familiar metallic taste invading your senses. Crimson painting your lips, staining the furniture, dripping onto the marble flooring. You bit down harder, a squelching noise accompanying the singers beautiful vocals.

Las llamas son bonitas porque no tienen orden

. You pulled away, as their flesh clung desperately onto their body before snapping at the distance. You savored the taste.

. The wet sopping display of their body laying so perfectly underneath your body.

. So helpless, prey sprawled defeatedly under its predator.

. What a sad ending, being eaten alive.

. You plunged your hand into their warm intestines, feeling it envelop your fingers, soft. Squishy. Gore pouring out of the hole you’ve punctured into their body.

. You let out a satisfied moan, further tearing them apart until their guts mimicked their owner. A sad display on the couch, strewn about in a beautiful ruby mess. You licked your lips, your body aflame at this point. You dug in deeper, both hands submerged.

Y el fuego es bonito porque todo lo rompe

. From the tip of your fingertips to the bone on your wrist, a warm hot pool of intestines and organs. A maze untwined beneath your body.

You took a bite, then another, and another.

Kidney, lung, heart.

. Hours must have passed since you’ve explored their body, all that remained was a mangled carcass.

. You sat on the floor, blood smearing your cheeks, having run down your chin and onto your chest and well, everywhere. You pulled back your hair, the ends dyed red from the remains.

. You crawled towards your bookshelf, staring straight into the lens inconspicuously hidden away. Its red light blinking rhythmically as you grabbed your strewn about cell phone from nearby.

. You input the digits given to you from before.

Ring… ring… ring…

“H- Hello ?!” A seemingly panicked voice came from the other side, a small smirk found itself on your face.

“Hey, sorry for calling you so late, are you free tomorrow?”

[dcviated]

At the end of the day. Most days. Eira simply cared about her public image more than may be healthy. All the more reason why she was fretting now that she was considering graduation from this occupation. Whatever she did. However she did. Can and would dog her ventures for the rest of her life. Ugh, there's almost an echo of her mother's passive voice in her head. Warm words rolling over the glass of tonic as hazel gaze falls on her.

I told you so.

"Part of the problem is that I am relevant. Becoming more relevant is where that problem can be exacerbated. The last thing I need is stalkers believing me to be approachable or flawed and in need of some kind of saving. There are plenty of people and fans who could delude themselves into that conclusion." Among so many others. That dual image of a cold dismissive tsundere had its own backfires.

And so Eira laments her self-imposed issues yet again. Isn't that just silly? To be self-aware of your walls after putting them up all yourself? Sonia's offer to throw in windows is ... well, she ought to find some other way to show appreciation. Maybe when their schedules line up again.

And then ...

"No, Sonia, the point is it's not MGS two-- ah, erm, I mean, that the plotline is... iiiit's already accounted for in another piece of media." Eira is far from quick enough to correct herself. And the misstep causes a noticeable stutter in speech. Was the reroute of topic effective? Unsure. And the fact she pronounced out the letters is only more embarrassing. For her. She's only saved by a familiar pattern of knocking at the door.

"Oh that's Bacchus! Here for the mouse. Finally. Excuse me..." Thank fuck. The idol is swift to her feet, eager to escape that situation just as Kletski is swift to evade Sonia's grasp. The cat will make her way up to the counter for proper vantage. Tail folded. Posture high while the door is opened.

Eira's shadow is a larger man. Imposing being part of the resume for bodyguard types after all, but there's heft to compliment the loft. And here in private, at least, all were spared the stony expression the ashen-bearded man could chisel into his visage. One that could turn a typically jovial man into an intimidating lumberjack. You'd think he was her uncle now, if uncles were known to wear full black suits with an earpiece. Large nose, pursed lips, waggling brows as his eyes scanned to and fro out of habit.

"Traffic at the corner store. Construction, you know? Sorry for wait, where is... oh! And this is your favorite guest you have here! Hello~!!!" Their expression is wide and open, large muscled arm sweeping up into the air with a wave as Eira tries to hurry him over to the kitchen. Every moment he talks all the more embarrassing for her as if the night wasn't tripping enough.

"The mouse is over here!!!"

It was all too easy at times, and Sonia wasn't even that big of a troublemaker herself. She bent the rules here and there, mostly to pursue her passions without any outdated and silly sorts of 'etiquette' that meant royalty was not to have an interest in the supernatural, horror, and the occult. But Eira seemed to break into a sweat at even the idea of anything untoward. Sonia wasn't entirely ignorant to the demands of idol life, she did call Sayaka Maizono one of her close friends and had seen how her particular flavor of fame had been troublesome to deal with at times. But goodness...if Eira didn't let her hair down metaphorically once in awhile, Sonia felt sure her friend would wake up one day geriatric and wonder what had happened to her life.

Well, Sonia was determined to inject a little adventure and unpredictability into her life. If anything, it could help give some perspective of facing the unknown, the parts of life she couldn't control. Sonia herself struggled with the same, but it was easier to help someone else than it was to help herself most of the time. "Hm, but consider," Sonia began, bringing her index finger to her cheek in contemplation. "Everyone has opinions, whether they are true or not. And if they are sharing theirs about you, you are still being talked about. As a celebrity, is it not important to remain in the news? There's an area between scandal and dull to the point of irrelevancy. Surely you might be able to occupy that space, Eira-san? And I can help where I can!"

But her friend did have a point, Sonia conceded with a sigh and an small, apologetic smile. "I do have a team of publicists, yes, but I think there's some personal satisfaction in being able to handle one's own image at times," She confirmed, raising her eyebrows in interest towards Eira. "How do you handle yours, per se? I always think it is great fun to visit social media sites under pseudonyms and change the subject, often with lesser-known history of deceased ancestors. That usually gives the press a tangent to distract them long enough for the issue at hand to settle. I am not sure what the idol version of such a distraction would be." Yes, the cop show was interesting, but uncovering something new about her friend was far more intriguing than two actors in the rain going through an emotional moment.

Still, Eira seemed to prefer fiction to reality and Sonia couldn't blame her. Sonia's version of fiction often came with weapon-wielding maniacs intent on gutting every human in their path, or some torrid love affair that television dramas excelled in. "Hm...something fantastical, like being able to get away with being an accomplice with no repercussions, or meeting the person you will fall in love with in the most awkward or heartfelt of ways," She suggested before shrugging. "I sometimes find myself engrossed in romantic dramas, is that too embarrassing?"

Something she felt more self-conscious about than her love of anime, but any interest in heartfelt, awkward, and sappy love stories that weren't of a gothic nature felt too cliche for her, as a princess. If she wasn't subverting the royal tropes at every turn, Sonia was sure she'd be underestimated by the world, more than she already was. Nevertheless, her passion still shone through, her eyes widening in fascination at Eira's suggestion. "No, no that's fantastic!" She encouraged, ignoring the commercials completely. "The angered spirit of a rival taking residence in a re-attached limb! And the man afflicted simply believing the pain to be old wounds...physically, anyway, before he is made to consider that the aching is emotional, from a rival who perished when he was able to live! Consider the guilt, the inner conflict, the suspense!" Maybe in another life, Sonia Nevermind had a calling as a television showrunner or script writer, considering how her imagination tended to take on a life of its own when prompted.

[chaichaiiskai]

Invisible. part I. || yandere! bully! sukuna! x gn! idgaf! fearless! reader

part I ... part II ... part III ... part IIII

welcome to another fanfic where i write about my own feelings when it comes to dealing with yanderes! friendly reminder that not all of us are scared lil’ bitches, but if you are, that’s okay too! all darlings deserve recognition! but, anyways…. dumbass darling department unite! this unedited because i can't bother to reread my writing too quickly otherwise i start doubting my abilities to write.

content warning: jealous! mega-asshole! sukuna! yandere themes, violence, blood, sukuna kabedons the reader cause he doesn’t know how to express his gross lil’ obsession with them, sukuna chokes reader to assert dominance, noncon videotaping/ pictures, sukuna touches reader while they're sleeping but its not in a super gross way, more like worshipping, he also marks up the readers body while they're sleeping, noncon touching, stalking, sukuna calls reader ‘stupid bunny’ or ‘bunny’ as a pet name, sukuna is a sorcerer who was also born from a demon father which gives him some pretty cool ass powers.

word count: 2.7k

Let’s get something straight, Sukuna isn’t a nice guy. But Y/N… they’re not that nice either when you shove them. And just because Big Billy Bad Ass Sexy Sukuna has everyone else wrapped around his finger at your school doesn’t mean you’re one of those manipulated fuckfaces. It’s not your fault he’s crazy.

How dare you laugh like that at someone who isn't him. Why are you even associating with those dumbasses when he's so much better than them? Can't you understand that or does he need to show you? Perhaps he does.

A shiver runs up your spine as you feel someone's eyes bore into the back of your head, causing you to nearly flinch at the sheer aura that the gaze holds. You can already take a gander at who exactly is staring at you in such an intense manner. Not that that matters to you, it's easy enough to ignore him as long as you're a distance away from him.

Opting for focusing on your friend group's conversation, you suppress your inner turmoil and continue to laugh and joke as if nothing's wrong.

This said scenario isn't a rare thing. In fact, it's an everyday occurrence. You and your friends eat together at a certain time in the cafeteria, catching up with each other after some lectures, discussing random things, complaining about schoolwork. Nothing unusual, and it's basically recon after stressing over school and whatnot.

You'd talk with them for a while, enjoy your food, relax, and then he'd make an appearance. He always has some kind of excuse on why he needed to talk to you in private, how he needed you for something that couldn't be said in front of your friends. And if any of said friends had anything to say about it he'd shoot them a wordless glare and stare at them until you got the hint to come with him.

Today was going to be no different. But... lately, he's been getting a little weirder with his words. Obviously he's just joking, right?

"Bunny. C'mere, I need you to do something for me," that familiar deep, timber voice said from behind you. Why did suck a shitty man like him have such an intoxicating voice? The universe is unfair sometimes. His presence towering over you as his shadow appeared onto the lunch table that you were sitting at, a firm grasp landing onto your shoulder.

Most days you'd reply with something snarky and comical, but today you just figured you might as well get this over with. It'll make your interaction with him go faster anyways.

Standing up, you brush his hand off of your shoulder after gathering your things. You then push your chair in, taking the lead, waving goodbye to your friends and heading to the entrance/exit of the cafeteria, a certain tattooed male following behind you like a puppy. Your friends looked at your retreating back in worry, concerned about what happened between the two of you whenever you were alone.

The halls were a bit empty, except for the occasional student here and there, but it wasn't exactly crowded.

You walked rather briskly to one hall end where the fire escape doors were and promptly stopped walking before whipping your body around to face your bully, staring at him with your own intense glare before opening your mouth.

"The fuck do you want, Sukuna?"

Maybe it wasn't the best reaction but you couldn't help the scoff that left you and you glared at him, squinting your eyes as you dared him to say something else to you.

"You don't own shit. Don't talk about me like I'm some obje-"

Before you can finish that sentence, the hand that was closest to the right side of your face wrapped its way around your throat, squeezing in a way that allowed you to still breathe but caused you to become slightly lightheaded.

Your brain became fuzzy for a split second but then regained itself once he stopped squeezing, opting for just resting his hand there like it was a necklace of sorts.

Your brain became fuzzy for a split second but then regained itself once he stopped squeezing, opting for just resting his hand there like it was a necklace of sorts.

"Nah, that's where you're wrong. Never said you were an object, I just own you. You're my pet, my stupid little bunny. I just wanted to remind you because you've been getting too comfortable with those fuckface guys you hang out with. Don't you see the way they look at you? Only I should be looking at you like that," Sukuna growled, gripping your neck again to the point where you began to see stars.

Instinctively you quickly grabbed at his hand and peeled it away from your throat, shoving him back before moving away from him so that you could put some space in between yourself and him.

After regaining yourself you looked up at him, only to cringe at the delusional expression that crossed his features. What the hell was he even thinking about right now?

Rage bubbled up inside of you as you suddenly shot forward and jabbed him in the side before shouting, "THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? DON"T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT, SUKUNA."

Sukuna, in reaction to the jab, stumbled a little but didn't seem hurt in the slightest, only surprised as to how you'd decided to hit him in defense.

This only made him happier and you became even more pissed off. Livid even.

Before he could even mutter anything else, you shoved him aside with your shoulder and walked away, a look of fury crossing over your features as you distanced yourself from that psychopath once again.

Said assaulter turned to watch you walk away, pleased with the anger you displayed. What was it that made him so enamored with you? What made him fall madly in love with you?

How angry you got when he did something that rubbed you the wrong way. The anger that blossomed throughout your body when he crossed the line. It was intoxicating, euphoric, he's been constantly chasing that high ever since the first time he pushed your buttons the wrong way. Call him a masochist or whatever you'd like to call him he couldn't care less. No one ever got angry with him except for you. And maybe that was your mistake.

...

As you left your bully to lavish in his thoughts that were unknown to you, you stomped down the hall and began making your way off of the campus in an attempt to go back to your place. You didn’t bother calling your friends to ask them to walk you back home, you just wanted to be alone for the time being.

Seriously, what’s even wrong with that man? Why is he saying such creepy shit? He’s never said those kinds of things and it’s only started happening in recent times. Did you do something that made him think the both of you were in some kind of sick twisted romantic relationship? You couldn’t have! You’ve never once said anything nice to him because… well… why the fuck would you? He didn’t deserve it.

Oh Y/N, if only you knew that that was the exact reason why he’s fallen in love with you. Maybe you’ll find that out eventually before it’s too late. You won’t.

After getting back to your place, a second-floor apartment with decent space and an equally decent neighborhood, you entered and kicked off your shoes, opting for taking a bath. For obvious reasons you were feeling especially gross and wanted to scrub off the nonexistent dirt that soiled your skin and made you scratch at your burning neck. The handprint that was left there left an obvious mark on your (s/c) skin, how did he even manage to do that in such a short time? It wasn’t like he’d been holding onto you for long.

As you stripped from your clothing after filling the tub with warm water and your favorite shower gel, you climbed into the warmth and began to relax, exhaling as you shut your eyes and enjoyed the peace.

Fuchsia-colored orbs watched your every movement. Basked in your presence. Simmered in the mere sight of your glorious form that nearly erupted a growl from his throat. Of course, he’d been watching you. He had to make sure that you were safe and serene at all times. He needed to protect that gorgeous smile of yours even when it was never directed at him. Maybe one day he would be blessed with such a sight and after that, he could surely die peacefully.

Now, the real question was, how close was he exactly? That depended on what you were doing. Most times, while you were awake, he’d be watching you from a distance, residing in a spot that allowed him to comfortably watch you without causing a scene. And other times, while you slept, let’s just say he got a little too close for comfort but you were completely unaware of that fact.

However, you were too relaxed and unbothered for him not to want to take a closer look. Oh, how he wished he could bathe with you and tell you all the things he loved about you. Currently, he was standing right beside your bathtub, looking down at your vulnerable form, taking you in with a lustful gaze.

Now, you may be asking, how is he able to do this? Why wouldn’t you be able to see him or even hear his breathing? Was he invisible or something?

To be painfully honest, Sukuna isn’t exactly… human. In fact, he’s a sorcerer with demon blood coursing through his veins. He’s currently masking his presence with a special rune and you’re none the wiser to him looking over your comfortable state.

But even that isn’t going to work 100% of the time because you can still feel something nearby. Call it a sixth sense but because your eyes were closed your other senses were a little more heightened than usual. What the hell was watching you right now? It didn’t exactly feel threatening (thankfully) but it was still there.

Shaking your head, you decided you’d sat in the tub long enough, seeing as your palms began to prune. Slowly, you made your way out of the tub and went to grab a towel you’d had waiting for your nearby, unknown to the man who’d stepped aside to let you roam around the bathroom freely. As usual, he watched your every move carefully, pleased by everything he could see.

You dried off your body and continued with your daily self-care routine and then slid into your bedroom to put on some clean clothes. Instant relief seemed to brush over your being as you decided to grab yourself a glass of water, maybe that could relax your nerves even more.

The invisible man continued to follow behind you, watching as you moved around when you believed no one was watching you. He'd witnessed a number of things that he deemed as cute or endearing. From the way you'd chuckle or giggle at the funny thing, you looked at while scrolling on your phone or to how you'd toy around with a hobby with absolute focus. You were perfect. So perfect that he couldn't let you go, no one else should have what's his after all.

When you'd gotten home it was afternoon, giving you time to do some work and watch some things before caving in to your need to sleep. You'd climbed into your bed and ended up falling right asleep on your back, chest rising and falling quite shallowly as you slumbered.

At the foot of your bed, Sukuna removed his rune and materialized completely. Multiple eyes stared over your sleeping form for a bit as he waited for you to fall into a complete deep sleep before making his move.

The bed dipped where he entered, crawling on top of the mattress to loom over you as he took in the sight of your relaxed features. You were just so cute. So pretty. So breakable.

"So cute," he muttered, watching as your nose twitched when his minty breath fanned over your face. He then pressed one of his nails into your neck, toying around with something to make sure you'd stay asleep until he wanted you to wake up.

When he'd completely made sure you were fully asleep, the games truly began.

Straddling your hips, barely putting any pressure on your body, Sukuna began to lift up the shirt that splayed across your torso, exposing your stomach to him. He'd eyed the soft flesh with an intent to decorate it with his own will, a snicker leaving his curved lips.

He did love watching you fight him tooth and nail but he also seemed to enjoy toying with you in your most vulnerable state. Sometimes he wished you could be this docile all the time but he knows he would quickly grow bored if you did.

Inching downwards, his hands slide down your exposed sides and he eventually moved into the position he so desperately craved, flicking his tongue over your stomach. He watched as your stirred in your sleep but made no effort to waken.

The sorcerer then moved along to the side to caress your hip with his fanged teeth, trying to find the best place to mark you. Eventually, he decided that he could mark up a few different places instead of settling for just one spot. He skillfully nipped and bit at your skin, harshly enough to bruise but not rough enough to break the skin.

You'd make sounds of protest or confusion here and there but you were unable to wake up with the sleeping spell he'd put on you. Or maybe he'd lift the spell from you as he got closer to his end results. Decisions, decisions.

Once he'd littered your stomach, sides, and hips with multicolored bruises he moved onto your thighs, listening to the heavenly sounds that left your mouth every time he got a little too close to your privates.

It took some time but he soon became satisfied with the state he'd left you in, grinning at his handiwork as he leaned back onto his legs while sitting on top of the bed. He'd messed around with your clothing, leaving your clothes disheveled and mishandled so he could get a better look at what he'd done. He soon retrieved his phone from his pocket and began snapping pictures of your sleeping form, even going as far as to get a quick clip of your sleeping face.

Once he got everything he wanted, he snapped his fingers and lifted the spell he had you under as soon as he got to the doorframe of your bedroom. Almost immediately, you woke up and sat up rather quickly, like you'd been having a nightmare.

You glanced around the darkroom with panic and then froze at the sight of his shadow standing in your doorway, unable to see who he was, even with the moonlight spilling in through your bedroom window.

"Who's there?"

Should he reveal himself to you? Tell you who he was and bask in the reaction he'd get?

Nah.

The figure blurred in front of you and then disappeared without a trace. Your eyes widened at what had just taken place in front of you and then you grunted, rubbing at your temples. Were you just dreaming?

Truth be told, that very same figure you had stared at hadn't left at all. He was just invisible.

Watching, breathing, staring, waiting, looming, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched a wave of emotions engulf you in a hug. This is exactly why he needed to protect you, stupid little bunny.

Hi! I hope you folks liked this little story! I don't know why I thought about it but it was just lingering in my brain bank, ready to be written. Please do let me know if you have any feedback or if I should write a part 2! I kind of already have an idea, hehe.

[storiesofsvu]

Can't Help Myself

Mike Dodds x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, semi public sex.

The NYPD was hosting one of their many annual galas, this one in specific honour of the Special Victims Unit across New York. This meant that tonight, the various squads were required to all be in their dress blues, the formal part of the evening (and the dinner) were over, leaving everyone in various states of dress, some buttons undone, a more relaxed feel took over as the drinks started to flow. 

You were up at the bar, a plus one of the event thanks to Mike Dodds, though also a guest as the SVU’s current A.D.A. waiting for another round of drinks when Mike came up behind you, sliding a soft arm across your lower back, pulling his body against yours, kissing the side of your head. The bartender was preoccupied so you turned into your boyfriend, curling your hands behind his neck while your eyes drank in his appearance, it was a very rare occurrence to see him in his blues and it certainly was doing something for you. You leaned up, placing a gentle yet solid kiss against his lips, pulling him into your body as his hands wrapped around your waist, fingers trailing the bare skin of your back.

“What was that for?” He asked, a smug grin on his face, you simply smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth before pulling away,

“I mean this whole gala is kind of for you, isn’t it?” You quirked a brow, slightly turning back to the bar, leaning against him, Mike laughed gently, kissing the back of your head as you rambled an order off to the bartender.

“This whole gala is kind of for the entire unit sweetheart.” You turned back to him, eyes raking over his form once again, 

“Well maybe I just can’t help myself when you look like that…” He practically growled, pulling you against him for a deep kiss, he could taste the champagne on your tongue, your perfume assaulting his senses, you tore apart from each other when the bartender cleared their throat loudly. You mumbled an embarrassed thanks, tossing a fiver in the tip jar. You took your drinks, making your way over to the rest of the squad, your relationship had been disclosed to those needed, and Mike’s dad already knew, but most of the squad was in the dark still. Mike dropped his hand from your back as you approached the table. 

The two of you spent a small amount of time interacting with the squad, drinking, laughing at jokes and making fun with each other. Carisi made his way back to the bar with Rollins while Fin and Olivia buried themselves into a deep conversation. You took this brief moment of privacy to turn towards Mike, nipping at his earlobe, cupping his length in your hand, causing him to quietly moan into your cheek, 

“Sweetheart…”He murmured, eyes rolling back briefly,

“Yes baby?” You innocently glanced up at him through your lashes, you felt his hand cautiously make its way down to your ass, squeezing tightly,

“Meet me in the back bathroom in 5…” Mike whispered into your ear, nipping at your neck before excusing himself. You continued the friendly conversation between the detectives before politely excusing yourself as well, making your way to the private bathroom. You opened the door to see Mike leaning against the counter, eyes shooting up to you as the door opened, which you promptly locked.

In two quick strides he was on you, lips on yours, pushing you against the wall, pinning you to it with his hips, rolling against you while you gasped against his mouth, his hands grasping at every inch of your body they could.

“Mikey…” You moaned, he bit heavily into your exposed neck, “God baby, you look so fucking good in that uniform…I fuckin’ love it…” His hands trailed down your body, making their way under your dress, finding your panties soaked, he chuckled darkly, biting against your skin again before his fingers buried into your heat.

“I can tell…”He laughed, pulling back to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his fingers continued their assault on you, doing your best not to make too much noise. “You look so fucking sexy in that dress baby,” Your cunt clenched around him, you whined heavily.

“Mike please…just fucking fuck me….” You begged, he chuckled, pushing your skirt up as he pinned you against the basin, both of you facing the mirror, pushing your panties to the side.

“You ready sweetheart?” He asked honestly, 

“Yes….please…” You practically sobbed as he pulled himself out of his uniform, those blues were simply too much for you. Mike traced his head through your folds, causing you to jerk back against him, a soft cry escaping your lips before he plunged into you. A breath of lust broke through your lips, your hands gripping the counter in front of you as Mike plowed into you quickly from behind. You both knew you didn’t have a lot of time, or a lot of privacy to finish off. Mike pulled your body up, closing a hand gently around your neck as the other roped its way around to your clit, rubbing hard fast circles. You quietly sobbed, clenching down around his cock, your body trembling against his, as he thrusted you through your orgasm your hand buried itself into his hair, pulling tightly. Mike pushed you back down against the sink, pounding relentlessly as his hips stuttered before he groaned heavily, leaning forward as he bit into your neck, stilling against your body. 

“Fuck sweetheart…”Mike muttered softly against the skin of your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses across your back as he slowly pulled out, wiping your folds with a Kleenex before placing our panties back in place. You remained against the basin, regaining your breath before you pushed yourself up, fixing your hair and lipstick before turning back to Dodds.

“You okay?” You smirked, tracing a hand down Mike’s cheek, kissing his lips gently as he placed himself back in his uniform,

“More than okay baby.” He laughed lightly, “Might need a minute…” You laughed outwardly at that, giving his ass a slight slap,

“I’ll meet ya out there.” You gave him a deep kiss before leaving the bathroom, making your way back to the table of SVU friends. By now it was only Fin, Olivia and Carisi, everyone else seemed to have left. You ordered another glass of champagne as you reached the table.

“Y/N, ya look flushed, ya sure ya should have another drink?” You laughed, glancing across to Liv, 

“Carisi I’m fine, I promise you.” A few moments later Mike returned to your table, still slightly out of breath as he asked for another drink as Fin butted in, 

“What, you need to run a few laps around the building to keep up with your fitness?” Mike laughed outwardly at that, Olivia raised a brow at you, 

“Please don’t tell me you just…” You cut her off, not caring about privacy anymore, practically everyone knew anyways, 

“Fucked in the bathroom, yeah, yeah we did.” You took a swig of your champagne as Mike sputtered into his glass, Carisi literally choked on his beer, and Fin cackled into his. It was a matter of seconds before Chief Dodds was at your table, congratulating the unit for a job well done and everyone had to keep as cool as possible. 

“Y/N, glad you could be here, we’ll see you Sunday, right?” William asked,

“Of course Chief!” You leaned into the hug and kiss on the cheek, you’d been to multiple dinners with the Dodds’ already, he gave a formal goodbye to the squad, squeezing Mike on the arm before he left. Mike leaned into your back, kissing your shoulder, muttering against your ear,

“You ready to go sweetheart?” You turned in his arms, no longer afraid of the squad knowing, placing a passionate kiss against his lips, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you against him. You pulled away softly, a look of affection in your eyes as you bore into him,

“Of course.” You winked, you both made your very quick goodbyes of the squad, Mike’s hand held very tightly on your lower back, taking a risk to slip down to your ass to squeeze it every so often, there was no way either of you were finished torturing each other for the evening.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺

Infant Issues

bucky barnes x reader / masterlist

warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂

“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.

She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.

“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.

“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.

The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“

“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.

“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.

“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.

This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.

“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms. 

“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.

"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.

"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.

He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”

“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”

“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."

"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.

"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.

"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."

"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.

"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.

"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.

"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.

As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.

"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.

"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.

In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.

"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."

"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.

"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.

Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."

"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”

"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”

He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.

"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.

"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"

"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."

"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the

"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"

"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"

Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-

The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.

“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”

“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.

“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.

Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.

“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”

“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”

“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”

“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”

“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”

“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.

“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”

Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.

“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.

“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”

“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”

“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,

“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”

“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.

“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”

A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.

“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”

“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.

“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”

“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”

“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.

“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...

“I, am Noobmaster69.”

“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.

“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.

“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.

[chimchimsauce]

Fairest

Is beauty a blessing or a curse? All of her life, princess YN was told that her beauty was the greatest gift her late mother ever gave her. But when her looks attract a man cruel and bloodthirsty, YN begins to think that her greatest asset is the beginning of her demise.

“Checkmate.”

YN cannot help the grin that spreads across her face as she utters the word, watching as her older brother groans with disdain.

“You always win!” he complains, acting very much like a child.

“That’s because you always get too caught up in the current move, dear brother. The future decisions are the most important ones.”

YN’s older brother, first in line to the throne of their small country Ameris, huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Chess is like war. You get too focused on winning battles that cause you to lose the war. I certainly hope that won’t be the case for our kingdom . . .”

YN is only jesting. Her elder brother is an excellent leader and will make a wonderful king. He’s just really impatient with games. 

“I’m sure I can beat you next round!” her brother says playfully.

They both know it’s unlikely, but YN clears the board and begins to set up another game. As she’s placing the last pawn, a knock comes at the door. One of her handmaidens opens it, revealing one of their father’s special guards. 

YN’s breath catches ever so slightly before she schools her expression back into one of unbothered royalty. It’s always so hard to ignore her secret lover when other people are around, but she knows she must. A relationship between her and her father’s most trusted guard would cause a scandal that would undoubtedly get Wonho’s position revoked. He’s worked his entire life to get good enough for a spot on the King’s royal guard and there’s no way YN would do anything to sabotage that.

“His majesty has requested your presence,” Wonho says, not even looking YN in the eyes.

He’s much better at keeping his emotions in check.

YN’s brother stands, tapping his finger on the chessboard.

“Lucky thing I’m being summoned, or else I would have absolutely destroyed you in this game.”

YN laughs, maybe a little more politely than she would if Wonho wasn’t standing at the door.

“I’m sure of it,” she says, “Feel free to come back anytime to play again.”

YN’s brother nods and leaves her quarters, following after Wonho. Being the heir to the throne means that YN rarely gets to see her brother. He’ll be gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time as he tours the neighboring countries to learn everything he possibly can, as well as maintain a positive relationship with their allies. Ameris may be a small country, but it is located in the perfect spot for transcontinental trade and filled to the brim with valuable resources. One could dig in a mine for just a few moments and emerge with a diamond the size of a robin’s egg.

Thankfully, Ameris has not had any problems with its neighboring countries in hundreds of years. The last war was ended by YN’s great great great grandfather and peace has blanketed the region since then.

Well, for the most part. In the last several years, the Eastern kingdom of Moonbyss has been steadily expanding and taking over small, unclaimed villages. They have not breached any borders or broken any treaties, however, so there is no cause to worry quite yet.

YN sighs as her thoughts shift back to Wonho. Their secret love affair has been going on since they were teenagers. At first, Wonho was just an attractive boy who was willing to indulge her wanton fantasies, but soon enough an affection bloomed between them. It’s so hard to pretend not to be in love with him, especially when he grows more handsome by the day.

“Thinking about him, my lady?” YN’s lady in waiting, Irene, asks her.

Irene is YN’s closest confidant and friend. She knows almost everything about the princess. Ever since she arrived in the castle from abroad two years ago, they have been inseparable. 

“Of course,” YN says, standing and walking over to the window that overlooks her private gardens. 

She opens the glass door and steps outside, her skin warmed by the sunshine. It’s an absolutely beautiful day, cloudless and blue. Birds chirp sweetly and the scent of flowers wafts on the breeze. The princess stops at the fountain in the middle of the garden, sitting on the bench and looking into the bubbling water. YN often made wishes in this fountain when she was younger, tossing in coins that reflected the sunlight back at her. More recently, though, she’s only wished for one thing - to be with Wonho. Her father, although he loves her, would never allow a union between them. Her older brother, however, has promised to allow YN to marry whoever she desires once he takes the throne on his thirtieth birthday.

He does not know that someone already has her affections, but no matter. YN is not worried about being married off. While her brother is the only prince in the kingdom, the king was blessed with twelve daughters and YN is the youngest. Every available man of power in the kingdom and the surrounding countries have already been wedded. 

YN has Irene bring her a book to read and she settles in, getting comfortable in her garden. The hours pass by quickly as she is sucked into the tale, but soon enough a shadow blocks her reading light. 

The princess looks up and is shocked to see Wonho standing in front of her. Alarm flares up inside of her. The two of them have agreed to never be seen together in daylight.

“Won-”

“Your Majesty,” Wonho says stiffly, “The King requests an audience. I have been asked to escort you to the throne room.”

YN hesitates a moment. She can tell that something is wrong by the strain in his voice. Something must really be bothering him for the guard to allow it to leak into his words. She wants to ask him what’s wrong, but she never knows who is watching so she simply stands, handing her book off to Irene who stands beside her.

“Very well,” YN says, trailing after him and back into the castle.

He walks three paces in front of her, leaving her to stare at his back. So much about him has changed in the last few years. He’s gained an immense amount of muscle, something that YN has really grown to appreciate during their midnight endeavors. It’s a shame that everything is covered up by his uniform, but she must admit he looks dashing in it.

As they walk, YN notices that Wonho isn’t the only one acting strangely. The various maids and butlers who usually flit around and chatter pleasantly amongst themselves are dead silent, walking with perfectly straight backs and zipped mouths. The princess notices a few pitying looks tossed her way and something cold settles in her stomach.

What’s going on?

Wonho knocks on the throne room’s closed doors. They are ever so carefully opened a few moments later and Wonho leads YN into the grand room.

Her father sits on the throne, a smaller one empty next to him. It always makes YN sad to see her father by himself. The Queen passed away only a year ago and was her father’s closest friend. The late Queen was kind to everyone, even YN’s mother - a poor girl her father discovered in one of his hunting trips. Apparently, YN’s father was so taken with her mother that he simply had to add her to his harem and rarely visited any of his other concubines afterward. But it didn’t last long - YN’s mother died shortly after her birth. Everyone says that she left YN her ethereal beauty, a fact that led YN to being hidden away in the castle for the majority of her life.

“You’re the most valuable diamond in all of Ameris,” her father told her once, “It’s important that few people know of your existence.”

It had saddened YN when she was younger that she could not attend the lavish parties and balls like her elder sisters and brother, but she came not to mind once Wonho came into her life. It mattered not if other people thought she was beautiful - as long as Wonho desired her, that was more than enough.

Standing to her father’s side is YN’s brother. The jolly air that had surrounded him mere hours ago is gone completely now. He looks furious, an expression YN has rarely seen on his face. He’s looking at a man who stands before the throne, a crown placed perfectly on his head.

Visiting nobility? 

The man turns as the click of YN’s heels sounds out against the marble flooring. YN’s step falters as a large, nearly terrifying grin spreads across his face. He is incredibly handsome, but the smile on his face does nothing but creepy the princess out.

“There she is,” he says, quickly extending his hand towards her.

YN, uncertain, looks at her father who gives her a stiff nod. Hesitantly, YN places her hand in the stranger’s grasp, making sure to school her expression as he places a cold kiss that lingers too long against her gloved hand. The princess has never been more glad to be wearing gloves.

“And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” YN asks, careful to watch her throne. 

“King Seokjin Moonbyss, your highness. I must say, the rumors of your beauty do you no justice. You’re much more radiant in person.”

YN’s blood freezes in her veins. This cannot mean anything good.

“Thank you,” YN says, a slight tremble in her voice.

The man has still not released her hand.

“YN,” her father says, giving her an excuse to look away from this man - no, this monster - beside her, “King Seokjin has asked for your hand.”

YN barely squashes the shout of protest that so desperately wants to escape her throat. There’s no way this can be happening! No way! Her eldest brother is just three years shy of taking the throne, three years more of having to tiptoe around with Wonho. No way she can get married, especially to someone from so far away.

“Excuse me,” Wonho says, speaking up from his place behind YN, “I thought King Seokjin was already married.”

Relief flows through YN. If Seokjin is already married, then surely this is an error.

“She failed to provide me with a male heir, so I had her disposed of,” King Seokjin says simply, glaring at Wonho, “Do not question me again.”

There is not a trace of remorse in his voice at all, nothing but anger.

YN begins to tremble.

“Father -” she begins.

“King Seokjin has made us an offer I cannot refuse,” he says, cutting her off, “And besides, YN, you’ll be able to be Queen. You never would have had that opportunity here.”

YN’s father would normally never make this sort of decision, especially not for the daughter he tried so hard to keep hidden.

“Of course, sweet YN,” King Seokjin says, “You are free to reject my offer if you so desire. I would, however, be forced to declare war on Ameris. After all, this country is the most resource rich of all the lands. It’s a shame. It would have been so much nicer to make a positive connection with this beautiful country. I wonder how much of its splendor will be left once my troops march through it.”

The threat is crystal clear. YN has to marry this King or her country will suffer for it. YN glances at her father and brother, seeing the fear that’s in their eyes. Ameris is much too small to fight Moonbyss and win, especially since the eastern country has been gaining a lot of territory very rapidly. YN swallows. In a matter of hours, her perfect daydream has been shattered.

“I would be honored to marry you, King Seokjin,” YN says, trying her hardest not to cry.

She can release her tears once she’s in the safety of her own chambers. She cannot show any weakness in front of this man.

“Beautiful and smart,” King Seokjin says, “It will be my honor to have you as my bride. After all, the most handsome man in all the world deserves the most beautiful bride of them all.”

YN never really thought much of her beauty. She’s always heard it was a blessing, the only one her mother ever left her, but right now it feels like a curse. 

“I pray that you’ll join me for dinner this evening, my betrothed,” King Seokjin says.

“I would love to,” YN says even though the thought of having to spend even a single moment more in this man’s presence makes her want to hurl.

“You best retire to your quarters, my love. Your father and I have much to discuss before this evening. I’ll send someone for you when I’m ready.”

The dismissal is clear. YN turns swiftly and leaves the room, Wonho following closely behind her. She walks much too fast to be considered ladylike, but she does not give a damn, wanting to be as far away from the throne room as possible. 

“YN, wait!” Wonho calls out to her.

He grasps her wrist, uncaring of who will see, and pulls her to his chest. As soon as the warmth of him touches her, YN loses all composure, breaking down and sobbing into his pristine uniform.

“Wonho,” she cries out, grasping him as close as she can, her fingers creasing the silk he wears, “I don’t want to be Queen! I want to marry you!”

YN feels something wet fall against her head. Based on the way his shoulders shake, Wonho is also crying. She hasn’t seen him shed a tear since one of his best friends was murdered on a mission.

“What are we going to do?” YN asks into his chest, her voice muffled, “I don’t think I can bear being apart from you, especially with someone as cruel as the King!”

“We’ll figure something out, YN, I promise,” Wonho says, pulling away just enough to give YN a salty kiss.

“At least once more,” YN says once their lips part, “I must have you at least once more.”

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Wonho says, pulling her along to her chambers.

The two fall into the sheets, both knowing that this is the last time despite desperately wanting to spend eternity together.

On the other side of the castle, Irene makes her way through the hallways, stopping at a grand door and knocking three times. No one answers, so she swings it open, prepared to wait for as long as it takes. 

Maybe half an hour later, King Seokjin opens the door, looking quite pleased with himself. He doesn’t greet Irene, instead instantly walking over to her and pinning her against the wall, his lips meeting hers passionately. Irene barely has any time to catch her breath, but she doesn’t mind at all, too enamored with this man she knows is only using her.

When he was only a prince, Seokjin was infamous for being a womanizer. All too often, he lured servants and noble girls alike into his chambers, whispering promises and pressing kisses against their skin only to leave them abandoned like trash when he grew bored of them. Irene was one of those servant girls, but Seokjin has kept her around for longer than most. A part of Irene is convinced it’s because she’s special to him, but she knows it’s really not true.

Seokjin has been obsessed with YN, the secret twelfth princess of Ameris for five years now. Ever since he spotted her while visiting Ameris with his late father, he wanted her - needed her. After all, she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, trying as he might to find another. His late wife was incredibly beautiful as well, but she didn’t compare to YN. No one else was worthy of her but him. It was YN that drove him to murder his own father and take the throne before he was supposed to. After all, Seokjin has never been a patient man.

Seokjin pulls away from Irene, looking unbothered as ever.

“No good,” he says, “Simply imagining that you’re YN does nothing. I’m tired of waiting.”

His words sting Irene’s heart. She tries not to be bitter, but jealousy is a powerful emotion, one that overshadows the genuine affection she feels for princess YN.

“Well,” the King asks her, “Who is it? The one YN claims to be in love with.”

The King rolls his eyes, gripping his fists tightly. How dare YN love another when he’s already claimed her.

“It’s Wonho,” Irene says, pushing down her feelings, “the guard that accompanied her today.”

“A guard huh? How dare he think he deserves someone as beautiful as YN!” he says, furious.

Seokjin is terrifying when he’s angry. Irene tenses, preparing for the worst. Instead of gripping her hair and tossing her to the floor like he usually does, Seokjin grabs a decorative vase and tosses it against the ground, watching as it shatters into a million pieces.

“You didn’t strike me,” Irene says, shocked.

“I have been practicing,” the King says, “After all, it would be a shame to make a single mark on YN’s perfect body.”

Much too soon, Irene is knocking on YN’s private chamber door.

“Your majesty,” she calls out softly, “Your betrothed has requested your presence.”

YN rolls over to Wonho, tears in her eyes. He blinks them away, wanting to remember this moment clearly.

“One moment,” YN calls out, listening as Irene walks away.

“Run away with me,” YN pleads, her voice desperate.

“You know we can’t,” Wonho says, his eyes sad.

“Yes we can!” YN insists, “You know this country better than anyone. We can get up right now and flee and -”

“YN,” Wonho says, “What about the country? You know we’ll be forced to go to war if you disappear.”

YN sniffles.

“I don’t think I can live without you,” YN confessed, “And if I can, I don’t want to find out.”

Wonho is silent for a moment before he sits up, an idea in his mind.

“What? What is it?” YN asks him.

“What if you didn’t?”

“What?”

“What if you didn’t have to live without me? I’ve heard rumors amongst the staff of a poison you can take that will put you in a deep slumber for a fortnight. If some was mixed into your dinner tonight, it can seem that you’ve been poisoned and passed away. Then when you awake, you and I can disappear together.”

YN brightens. Even though being unconscious for a fortnight doesn’t sound pleasant, anything will be better than having to marry KIng Seokjin. Besides, she trusts Wonho with her life.

“Okay,” YN says, agreeing right away.

“Are you sure, YN?” Wonho asks her, “You will end up getting rather sick for a few days before the slumber.”

YN nods eagerly.

“Yes, anything,” she says.

“Very well.”

Wonho hops out of bed, pulling on his clothes as quickly as he possibly can.

“I’ll get everything ready. YN, go to dinner with the king, alright? I won’t be able to see you after this so as not to arouse suspicion. I love you, princess.”

He leans down to kiss her.

“I love you more,” YN says, watching as Wonho slips out of a glass door and into the gardens.

Unbeknownst to the lovers, King Seokjin is outside the door, his ear pressed against it to hear everything. He had come to escort his beloved like a sweet fiance would, only to hear his to be wife scheming to get away from him.

He’s never been so angry, but he suppressed it, not wanting to let YN know that he’s been here. He grabs Irene by the arm roughly and leads her out into the hallway, bending over to whisper in her ear.

“Make sure to add enough of the poison to YN’s food to keep her under for longer than a fortnight. Put as much of it in as you can without bringing her to the brink of death.”

“Are you sure your -”

Irene’s question is cut off when he backhands her, one of his elegant rings drawing blood.

“Do NOT question me!” he says, “Do as I order!”

Irene rushes off to do as the King says, tears brimming in her eyes. She’s never regretted being Seokjin’s spy until now, too blinded by love. She should have warned YN, should have helped her disappear with Wonho - someone Irene knows truly loves the princess. King Seokjin is just obsessed with her beauty and determined to own her like she’s some sort of object to be bought and sold.

Peeking around the corner, Irene sees Wonho pouring a liquid into the soup bowl meant for the princess. When he leaves and when the coast is clear, Irene snatches the vial from the counter and empties the rest of it into other dishes reserved for the princess before refilling the vial with water and placing it back where Wonho left it.

“YN, I’m so sorry,” she whispers to herself before fleeing into the night, never to be heard from again.

At dinner, YN pretends not to notice the odd taste in her food. It’s obviously been tampered with, but YN doesn’t let it show at all, eating properly and conversing with King Seokjin as much as she can bear. YN misses the look of glee in his eye as he drinks from his goblet, still believing that everything is going to plan.

YN starts feeling ill once the final course comes around. She quickly asks to be excused and King Seokjin offers to walk her back to her room. YN accepts, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to make it on her own with the  way the room begins to spin.

For the next three days and nights, YN is in and out of consciousness, the world swirling around her in a nauseating mix of bright colors and fuzzy shapes. When she closes her eyes at midnight of the third day, her thoughts are on Wonho and the fact that the next time she opens them, she’ll be free to be with him.

But YN does not wake up. Not for a fortnight, not ever. Seokjin, furious, intends to find Irene and hang her for murdering his beloved before realizing that she’s nowhere to be found. It’s easy enough to frame Wonho for her murder and a matter of hours after YN dies, Wonho follows her from the gallows.

At his request, YN is preserved and dressed in a wonderful white wedding gown, still looking very much alive. He marries her anyway and has her crowned, determined to have her even in death. She’s too beautiful to be buried underground, so he commissions a glass coffin to display her in, putting her corpse in his bedroom where no one else can see her. King Seokjin finds that he does not mind YN being dead. She’s much less bothersome in passing, much easier to fall to his will.

King Seokjin stands before her, placing his hand flat against the cool glass of her coffin. Even in death, YN is the fairest of them all.

[may-fanfic]

Fire & Desire 

summary: you enjoy making natasha jealous, natasha doesn’t enjoy it as much

warnings: fingering, cursing, SMUT, 

rating: DON’T read unless you’re 18+  🔥

word count: 1,100

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making Natasha jealous was a game to you. you loved seeing how jealous you could make your possessive girlfriend. you knew you'd never get into serious trouble with her over it and it always seemed to result in great sex so any chance you got, you made sure to push the woman's buttons.

her fingers tightened around yours when you got to the front doors of Tony's place. "try to be on your best behavior tonight." Natasha looked down at you, giving you that look that warned you against trying anything.  you rolled your eyes, flashing the girl a sweet, innocent smile, it made her bite the inside of her cheeks, she knew that smile too well.

"I'm always on my best behavior," your sweet smile turned devilish as the doors were pushed open and you were pulled into the warm mansion. her hand was quick to leave yours, finding its place on your lower back instead. "I mean it." she husked out into your ear,  leaving a soft kiss on your lobe. you only hummed lightly, smiling up at the spy. you loved when Natasha was like this, it never failed to make butterflies erupt from the pit of your stomach.

"I mean it." you mocked back lightheartedly, watching as the girl's straight lips turned into a smile before a chuckle escaped. "and what if I'm not on my best behavior, natty?" you challenged, turning into her grasp and hooking your arms around her neck. her eyebrow rose, her hands resting against your waist. she ducked her head so her lips were so close to your ear but before she could even utter out the first word, a loud voice boomed.  "Natasha! I need you for a second, you don't mind, right y/n?" you removed yourself from Natasha, smiling lightly at the man.

"she's all yours." just like that Natasha was whisked away into the sea of people. you figured you'd get yourself a drink while you waited for your girlfriend, after all, it was a party.

one drink turned into two, two into three, and after your third, you stopped counting. everything was blurry but that didn't stop you from drinking even more. "that hangover tomorrow is gonna kick your ass, babe."

"Nothing I can't handle." you grinned lightly at the fairly attractive man who took a seat beside you. "I bet you could," he uttered, his smile growing as he leaned closer to you. "I still think you might need a little help in the morning." he continued as you rose your eyebrow in question. you hummed, bringing your glass to your lips before finishing it.

"who's gonna help me?" you pouted at the man, your voice soft and gentle. it seemed like the man was in some sort of daze as he stared at you. "I would... I'd hate for such a pretty girl like you to have to be all alone." you could roll your eyes at the man's sorry excuse for a pickup line. before you could even speak up, her husky voice spoke up from behind you, hands resting tightly at your hips as she tugged you into her.

"don't worry, she's not alone." your smile grew, leaning all your weight into her. it didn't take long for the man to grow uncomfortable under the infamous black widow so he left.

"look at you," she whispered into your ear, her breath tickling the back of your neck. "so sloppy." you frowned at her words, turning into her hold so you could get to see the look on her face. "I missed you," you muttered up at her, leaning up on your toes to try and get a kiss from her but she only tilted her head back.

"you think you deserve a kiss?" your frown deepened, nodding to her question as if that was obvious. "I think I deserve more than a kiss." your frown was quick to shape itself into a smile. you knew the girl would fold at any minute by the way she was looking at you.

"not when you throw yourself at some guy like a damsel in distress." your hands cupped her cheeks, her thumb began tracing the outline of her lips. you'd do anything to be able to kiss them right now.

"I was not." as you recalled, the man was throwing himself at you. she narrowed her eyes at you causing a sigh to fall past your lips.  "baby, are you really gonna spend all night mad at me?" when she stayed quiet,  you decided to try again, leaning up but this time the woman didn't pull away.

she could taste the alcohol on your lips but that didn't stop her from deepening the kiss. you were hers, she wanted everyone at that dumb party to know it. you moaned softly against her lips when she slipped her tongue into your mouth and that's when you decided that it was time to move this to a more private area. Natasha followed you as you tugged her into a nearby bathroom. she was quick to boost you up on the sink counter, her lips meeting yours once again hasty.

she was moving so quick, eager to take you right then and there. her hands moved to push your dress higher up, fingers brushing against your panty claimed core, teasing it lightly as you whimpered against her soft lips. she knew what she was doing to you and she loved every moment of it. you were always so needy when it came to her fucking you.

her lips moved from yours down to your neck when her fingers moved aside your panties. the circular motion she had been doing with her fingers against your clit had you whimpering and gasping, the sloppy kisses on your neck making everything so much better. your hand held her jaw in place, feeling a way of pure bliss washed over you when her fingers slipped inside of you. you were a speechless, shaky mess as she pumped her fingers in and out of you quickly, you could hardly breathe. your moans echoed in the small bathroom along with the sound of her wet kisses.

you had been so close, clenching around the girl's long slim fingers as she curled them inside of you. right before you could finish, Natasha suddenly pulled her fingers out of you and cocked her head back to look at you.

"Only good girls get to cum." and with that, she left you, a stunned, unsatisfied mess in the bathroom. payback really was a bitch.

[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

afab she/her reader, originally posted on my ao3, myukyu <3

Twirling my sword, an excited grin fell upon my face as I jogged alongside Dorte and Marianne. "Hah! Marie, ya think I can keep up your old steed's pace?" I asked excitedly, huffing slightly. The academy had really buffed your stamina, shit, enough to keep up with a damn horse.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I-um, don't strain yourself since we have nearly reached the monastery." She hesitantly called out, brow furrowing. I laughed it off, nodding as I slowed my pace to meet Raphael jogging, carrying a very unamused Lysithea.

"What's up, you two?" I asked, grinning. The behemoth of a man beamed back, motioning his head to the pouting smaller girl in his arms.

"Lysithea here was starting to struggle, so as a good big bro- I mean, uh, friend! As a good friend, I'm helping keep up!" He cheered, laughing.

"I'll remind you, you thoughtless fool, I am not a child! I am quite the opposite, now." Lysithea barked out at Raphael, folding her arms.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I missed these guys, and once we make it to the monastery... well, teach better have kept his promise and not died on us. ~~~~ ~~~~ PROLOGUE END ~~~~ ~~~~ "Ahh... now this one is gonna fill the spot, thanks, prof!" You cheered, excitedly flicking your eyes between your delicious meal of Beast Meat and your slightly concerned professor.

"That smell... it's amazing! My fav, in fact. Do you like it too?" Claude nodded with you, looking to Byleth out of curiousity. Easygoing, huh?

"I like it."

Usually, you'd laugh at your teacher's blunt speech, yet that meat was begging you to devour it and hey- who are you to deny its wishes? Being back at the monastery with your class and teacher as much as you'd loved being back in your home country, you had a soft spot for the Golden Deer. But five years had changed the lot of you, various glowups being noticed, by the way. Yet, Claude caught your attention the most. Which, being honest, wasn't out of the norm, hell, for anyone!

As you tore through your meat, you caught your former classmate stifling a chuckle at your pure ferocity.

"Oi! Got thomething to thay," You quickly swallowed. "What's so funny!?" You annoyedly accused, slamming a hand on the table. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Easy tiger! You just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed."

You felt your cheeks darken, clicking your tongue as you went back to your meal. "Smooth, dickhead..." You mumbled as your teacher let out a sigh at the two of youse antics. As you all continue to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon your trio.

"That aside, I am glad to see you also returning. I heard from Lorenz that you had disappeared for a while." Your teacher finally spoke, looking to you. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you let a crooked grin creep up your face.

"Funny you say that. How about yourself, five years asleep! Did any lucky gal or guy come to give you that awakening kiss~" You cooed, switching the topic onto him. You had no idea what you could say without getting yourself and Claude in an unknown amount of trouble.

He raised a brow at your dodging of the question but ultimately let it go. "I did not get kissed, no."

Claude piped up from his suspicious silence, leaning in to pester teach. "Ya sure? You were pretty popular back at the academy!" You snickered after this comment, nodding to egg him on.

"I believe we've finished the meal. I shall see the two of you later." He promptly stood up with his plate and cutlery, returning them to the kitchen before strutting off in his usual stern demeanour.

"Aw, we scared him off!" You jokingly whined, leaning onto Claude. Teasing your no-nonsense teacher was great since he's as clueless as Seteth with three times the patience.

"How will we ever apologise?" Claude moaned alongside you, resting his head on yours melodramatically. You tittered together before recovering and bringing your dirty dishes to the kitchen. Leaving the dining hall, you two walked in silence.

You walked with no aim for a while until Claude stopped. You turned to him, intrigued. Tilting your head, you asked him a question.

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"Nah, but I would like to ask you some things." He said, and the lack of a comedic tone set off a minor alarm in your brain. You were no stranger to his inquisitive nature, having known him for a good portion of your life. Yet, you had a feeling this related to before. Even Claude wasn't aware of your whereabouts.

"Sure thing, here?" You asked, folding your arms defensively.

"No... let's go somewhere more private." He said, walking off. You jumped, quickly following him.

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Following Claude up the spiralling stairs of the Goddess tower was quick, that you could confirm. Nearly stumbling over your steps as he transcended so damn fast, you couldn't even call out for him to slow the hell down.

As you finally made it to the top, avoiding the rubble which had gathered after the battle at the monastery, you had leant against the wall, quickly regaining your breath. Yet as soon as you blinked, Claude seemed to have moved from the centre of the room to a few inches away from your face.

"C-Claude! What the hell...?" You jumped, backing fully up against the cold, stone wall. Feeling the cool stones against your back, you shivered as your former leader stared at you.

"Answer teach's question for me, friend? Where were you while we were stopping the whole damn alliance from being chipped away by the Empire?" He asked, frustrated. He took a step towards you.

You gulped, shaking your head as your eyes darted around the tower, looking everywhere but him.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched as he grabbed your chin to look you in the eyes. His voice lowered, a conflicted emotion on his face. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and yet his brows were furrowed, annoyed.

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

"I-I was in Almyra!" You yelped, quickly realising what you said as you cursed under your breath, "فاک..." You hissed, embarrassed.

"First, you avoid our questions..." Claude listed, cruelly running his thumb across your lip. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes finally set on his figure.

"Second, you leave us... breaking our promise," He continued, striking your heart where it hurts.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he let his hand drop to your shoulder. He pushed you further against the wall. You shivered, yet not from the freezing stone this time.

"I-I... even you said you had no attachment to Fodlan! I thought you wouldn't..." You trailed off, searching for an excuse.

"Everyone thought you died! I thought you died! And yet..." His voice rose, yet less out of anger. He finally brought his face to your extremely red own.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, finally..." You stiffened, knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Leaving me hanging."

Before you all reunited, you had made a short trip into Fodlan to grasp the situation. Yet, your undercover mission soon became an open one as a fateful night in Derdriu occurred.

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It was a warm evening the night you had made it into the lively streets of the city. Even after the effects of war, the city still seemed to bustle. Unassumedly passing by citizens happily talking, you looked for any Knights of Seiros stationed nearby or even members of the Leicester military. Noticing a particular armoured woman, you tapped her shoulder.

She turned, giving you a pleasant smile. "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

You nodded, playing with the sides of your bodice. "I live a while from the military posts, so could you please tell me... um, how is the war going?" Embarrassed, she laughed softly before explaining.

However, you were unaware of a keen eye watching you. The familiar bobbing of unruly hair, gleaning of sun-kissed skin tied in with a confident stance clued Claude onto just who it was he saw. He waited patiently behind market stalls, keeping an eye on you as you bid the woman goodbye. And oh-so luckily for him, you headed his way.

You passed by him, oblivious to the archer's presence. A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt, your hand reaching to the hilt of your sword. Whipping around, your eyes soon met the green ones of a certain Alliance leader.

"C-Claude!?" You shrieked, hand still cautiously resting on your sword, unsure if he would take well to your sudden appearance.

"So you decided to show up, huh?" He remarked, and if you knew him any less you'd think that easygoing smile meant he was happy. But that smile never reached his eyes.

Yet, despite his obvious inner conflict, you expelled a breath as he pulled you into a hug. You soon wrapped your arms around him. It had been four years since you left after Edelgard and her forces attacked. You felt his grip loosen as he rose a hand to your chin, that oh-so teasing thumb brushing against your lip.

"May I?" He muttered, and in response, you leant into him, lips locking. What started innocently quickly grew messy and needy, your lips growing red.

As you pulled back, you felt the hard pressure as your fronts brushed together. You blushed before turning your head away.

"I'm sorry Claude, I have to go." You muttered solemnly, pulling yourself together.

"Wait, what? Showing up randomly after four years and then blue-balling me?" He teased yet yearningly reached out his hand.

"I promise, I will return and finish what I started!" You called out, running off into the night.

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Your face grew hot at the memory. Shuffling nervously, you looked into his eyes.

"Then, will you finish what we started, miss?" He asked, running a hand across your face.

Inhaling, you nodded and answered him. "Yes... please."

With your consent, he pushed himself against you, lips squishing as he brought you upon his own. He soon ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You parted them quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as your tongue danced with his. He began to unclasp your armour as you shifted to help them come off easier.

Before you knew it, you had both shed to your undergarments, all knowledge of this being an open area quickly leaving your mind.

His hands reached behind your back to fiddle with your bra for a few moments, soon letting it fall to the cold, stone ground. His eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples perk from a mix of the cold air in the Goddess Tower and the heat of the situation.

Quickly, his hands began to fondle and grope your tits, your hand slapping on your mouth as to not alert any patrolling guards.

"These really are great. Your armour disguises you, a good thing that is since you'd probably take a few hits otherwise." He commented cheekily, observing your tightly shut eyes and fluttering breaths.

God, he'd tease you even now!?

One of the hands dropped from your breast, the other continuing to squeeze and roll it like wet clay. The forgotten breast soon regained heat as the scruffy head of the brunette quickly moved to suckle on your aching nipple, causing you to let out a quick yelp.

"How cute." He mumbled into your tit, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Whilst you were focused on the pleasure at your chest, your throbbing cunt soon found a welcoming hand cupping it through your underwear.

"Soaked! Were you wanting this all along? Hah! Pretty slutty for an Almyran warrior." He cooed, fingers running against your clothed slit.

"A-ah... fuck you!" You hissed, deciding on paying back the offer. Your free hand reached down to cup his hidden boner, hand rubbing slowly.

"Ffffuck... fine, you want to do it right here, against this wall sweetheart?" He asked, grinning.

You nodded brashly, slipping out of your drenched underwear. He too shed his remaining clothes and your lips locked in a short kiss before he pulled away.

Grabbing onto your thighs, he lifted you as you hooked your legs around him. Pushing you against the wall, he angled his dick at your pussy. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. The two of you groaned, as finally, he stuck his dick in your needy cunt.

You gasped, feeling it stretch you out, slowly, inch by inch. Bottoming out, the two of you stilled for a moment, catching your breaths. Once you adjusted, signalling him with a nod, he pulled out to the tip, before slamming back in. You moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering open to see Claude's face scrunch up.

He looked up to you coyly, smirking. "Do you want all of the monastery to find us? Would you like them to see you like this?" Your breath hitched.

"Sweating, being fucked against a wall by your former leader? After five long years, you decide to help." He hissed, continuing to thrust as you gasped with each thrust.

The fulfilling feeling of Claude's dick rubbing against your inner walls gradually inched you to your orgasm, the added brushing of fronts stimulating your clit.

"I could get used to this, you'll really help the war efforts this way. Those poor, exhausted knights who you could've helped. A nice cocksleeve like you, you'll do more by getting fucked than you have the past years." He grunted, venting his frustrations.

Yet, despite all the guilt you should've felt, it only made the aching buzz of your clit all the more stronger.

Your cunt spasmed with each thrust, the routine rubbing and brushing working you towards your end as you felt Claude's dick shudder every time he bottomed out.

"Maybe you could motivate Ignatz? He'd be shy though, but a girl so open like you would be perfect for that." He mumbled, watching your face darken.

"Or Raphael? He could use you as training. You'd be spent by the time he was even finishing, yet a slut like you would be okay with that, right?"

His dick continued to twitch in your pussy, your walls clamping around his cock like a vice. Fluttering as you were so close to your end.

"Shit... even Lorenz... he could use you as practice for his- ngh, noble duties!" He choked out a laugh, breath stuttering.

"But I think I like you best as my little runaway slut, yeah? You fit so well on my cock!" He emphasised the last word with a sharp thrust, your walls clamping shut on his cock, your head hitting the wall as you moaned in ecstasy.

He quickly pulled out, dick spurting ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. As you both caught your breath, you caught Claude smiling at you.

"It's good to have you back, my friend."