#involuntary confinement

[artisticdivasworld]

Understanding the Emergency Order of Detention (EOD) in the U.S.: A Comprehensive Guide

Emergengy Orders of Detention are the most misunderstood actions taken in mental health treatment centers. Learn more about it here.

Navigating the intricacies of mental health can be challenging, especially when legal terms and procedures come into play. One such term that often arises is the “Emergency Order of Detention” or EOD. While in California, it’s popularly known as “5150,” variations of this order exist throughout the U.S. As a mental health professional, I’m here to simplify this concept and shed light on its…

[automaticresponse]

INVADING SOMEONE'S PERSONAL HOME LIKE CRIMINALS HAVE DONE AT BRAD GEIGER'S ON WHITETAIL

[satanfemme]

"no mental disorder makes you a bad person" is very very true and a good statement to promote, but "if someone does something bad, they must've chosen do it, there's never any other possible explanation, and it's especially never b/c of any mental disorders" isn't true?? besides the fact that people can make honest mistakes (even big ones) without realizing what they're doing, or the fact that life circumstances can influence what choices someone even thinks are available to them in the first place, my hot take is that mental disorder can influence you to do bad things sometimes and that should be acknowledged.

that does NOT mean a person with a disorder would be a special extra evil kind of abuser compared to a neurotypical person (ie "narcissist abuse" is still a meaningless and harmful term). it also does not mean that abusers are more likely to have a disorder than to be neurotypical. but disorders are disabling, they cause disorder, it's right in the name, they negatively affect you and your connection to others... why do you think that wouldn't that affect your behavior too sometimes? I know my disorders affect mine. often in negative ways!

besides just "mental disorders are never disabling in ways that make me feel uncomfortable" being ableist, understanding this is important if you believe in prison abolition (which you should). "someone did something bad because they randomly chose to be bad idk" is just as unhelpful as "someone did something bad because they were born bad". but "someone did something bad because of X thing they're struggling with, or their Y need is unmet" is helpful, that's something you can work with and fix. integrate this into your anarchist worldview.

and lastly, tbh it's isolating to have "scary" or "bad" symptoms, and then get told by armchair "mental health advocates" online that you're just choosing to have those symptoms and maybe you could be a better person if you simply chose to stop having mental illness in the first place. so you know, don't be fucking rude lol

[earthtoharlow]

My ex situationship who we never officially dated was apparently afraid of commitment but mf still had the nerve to always say something negative when I mentioned jack… he’d be like Who is he again? Sorry but no one even knows who he is. He seems like a piece of shit, etc. Like bro why are you so threatened, it’s not like I’m gonna leave you for him 😭😭 (not that I wouldn’t have done it lmfaooo but yk what I mean lol)

If I was next to him seeing jack pictures in my phone he would be like ‘It’s so disrespectful to be thirsting over him when you’re sitting next to me’ - then he thankfully ghosted me

😭💀🤣

Ok so did everyone situationship hate Jack and then ghost them 😭😭😭

[marvelfilth]

Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

Masterlist

You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

[heavyhand61]

I have prepared my dream (and probably unrealistic) time line for a feedee

Starting at the day then move in

First 6 months

All prior commitments will be cancelled (work, schooling, ect)

All social medial accounts that don't revolve around feedisum will be blanked out

There will be a push to sign you up for every available feedist community (more extreme the better

Daily calorie intake will sit around the 4000cal mark

Next 6 months

Contact with anyone not completely in support of your goal of immobility will be broken

You will have regular posts about your gains on any and all available feedist platforms

Any content that does not revolve around obesity and weight gain will be banned

An expected gain of 40-60lbs a year

First year

Trips from the house will be limited

Decreasing step limits will be applied

Most media will be replaced with feedist porn

10000cal minimum per day

1 funnel feeding per day

Increase rate of post of feedist content

Second year

Leaving the house will be disallowed

Trips from bed or couche will be severely limited

15000+ cal minimum per day

3 funnel feeding per day

Clothes will be disallowed

Only consumable content will be extreme feedist porn

Any communication on social media will be limited to extreme feeders and other pro death feedist feedees

Expected 100+ lbs per year gain

Third year

Any movement beyond 3 steps must be done by scooter or wheelchair

Minimum 4h of viewing extreme feedist porn per day

25000cal+ per day

Tube feeding is standard aside from the occasional food "treat"

Must spend 4+ hours a day tube feeding

Forth year

Involuntary immobility, you will be confined to bed regardless of current mobility status

35000+ Cal per day minimum, to be consumed primarily as fats and sugars cut with only a minimum of nutrition supplement

Every hour from wakeup to sleep will involve tube feeding and a constant stream of the most extreme feedist porn

Sleep will be deferred if calorie goal has not been met

Fifth year

24/7 live stream of you're immobile fourm

50000 cal minimum

All windows blocked, all clocks removed, no indicators of date or time

Feeding tube lives in your mouth

Diet is mostly fats

Sixth plus years (don't expect to survive this long)

No contact with outside world, other feedist included

24/7 feedist hypno playing for you

Feeding tube size increased and feed slop made even less healthy and even more fattening

Start of year calorie goal of 100000+ an additional 1000 a week to be added to the minimum every week for the rest of your life

Six years and I plan on taking you from a normal healthy person to the perfect feedee, no thought, no life, just growing, growing GROWING, all that matters is growing all that matters is more all that matters is your life cut short by obesity

[pin-k-ink]

insubordination // narumi gen

tw ⇢ dub-con, lieutenant!reader, strong sexual tension, degradation/name calling, dirty talk, dry humping, nipple play, making out, power imbalance, pet names, groping, blowjob, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, slight exhibitionism but nobody actually sees anything, fingering, face fucking

wc ⇢ 4.3k

"Staring a little hard there, aren't we Captain?"

Gen's lips curved in a predatory smirk at your taunting lilt. His smoldering gaze didn't waver an inch from where it locked onto the swell of your breasts straining against the top half of your combat suit.

"Well, can you blame a guy for admiring the view?" he rumbled without a shred of shame, lazily prowling a circle around you. "Especially when my insolent little underling insists on parading those around so shamelessly..."

You bristled at his blatant insinuation, crossing your arms over your chest reflexively despite the way it accentuated your cleavage even more obscenely. Gen's blown pupils tracked the motion with raptor-like focus, tongue darting out to wet his full lips slowly.

"I'll thank you to stop eyeing me like a piece of meat, Captain Narumi," you bit out, even as heat flooded your cheeks.

Rather than looking chastised, your captain let loose a dark chuckle that seemed to reverberate against your skin in wicked promise. He came to a stop directly in your line of sight again, hips canting just enough for the material of his suit to stretch taut over the impressive bulge swiftly tenting there.

"And just how would you prefer me to look at you, sweetheart?" Gen purred, voice dripping simmering sin as he palmed himself openly. "Like someone who's been tormenting over the thought of you unwinding that stick up your ass for years? Desperate to finally get my mouth and hands all over those perfect fucking tits until you're completely ruined?"

An involuntary whimper rattled up from your constricted throat at his filthy confession. Despite yourself, you found your gaze zeroing in on the lewd glide of his palm dragging up the rigid shape of his concealed cock as if mesmerized.

Before you could summon any shred of wherewithal to protest, Gen rolled his hips upwards to meet his stroking hand in one salacious grind that utterly robbed you of breath. His blown pupils tracked your reaction with laser focus, that same arrogant smirk only widening across his handsome features.

"See something you like, babe?" he taunted in a velvety rumble. "Because I can promise the reality is even better than whatever dirty little fantasies you've been entertaining alone at night..."

With a sinuous roll of his shoulders, Gen shucked his jacket off in one smooth motion - every honey-toned ridge of chiseled muscle flexing in visceral definition. You couldn't tear your traitorous stare away even if ordered to at gunpoint. Not when it felt like he was searing every lush, feminine curve and dip with that piercing scarlet glower alone.

"It must get so hard having to sit through those meetings all wound up like this," he growled gutturally, running that greedy, assessing gaze over your rigid posture in dark approval. "Struggling to keep it together while imagining how my thick cock might feel stuffing that sweet little mouth of yours to the hilt..."

Your mewl of protest only seemed to embolden him further. Zipper pulled down to better display the taut, sculpted planes of his abdomen as he stalked in a prowling circle. Gen came up behind you like a panther finally closing in for the kill, plastering his scorching frame all along your backside with insistent pressure.

"Or maybe wondering how easily those pretty tits would spill over my palms," he husked directly into your ear, nosing aside the disheveled curtain of your hair. "So heavy and ripe for sucking while I split you apart on this thick dick...?"

His rough palm found the generous swell of one breast without preamble, squeezing and palming the ample weight with carnal appreciation as you jolted in his confining clutches. Gen wasted no time rolling your hardened nipple between calloused fingers in tight, pinching spirals that had you hastening to stifle a throaty wail of rapture.

"Is this how you want me admiring the view, lieutenant?" he growled against your nape, dragging a searing path of bruising suction down the column of your straining throat. "Or should we take this back to your quarters so I can give you the long, hard look over you've been aching for..."

With a merciless yank, he spun you around to face him fully - chest heaving and lips parted around shuddering pants. Gen made no effort to conceal the way his searing gaze dropped directly to your chest again, or how his wicked tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip as if chasing your sweet, musky essence already.

"Your move, pretty girl," he purred in rich provocation. "Just know that once I get those luscious tits in my mouth...I won't be stopping until you're an utterly broken, soaking mess beneath me. And you'll thank me for every second of it."

The naked promise driving his every smoldering word resonated straight down to the throbbing, slick heat blazing between your thighs with dizzying ardor. Narumi Gen was no mere arrogant blowhard in this moment...but instead an apex predator radiating undeniable, primordial intent to stake his full, merciless claim upon you at last.

And every fiber of your being positively burned to surrender yourself over to the ruinous inferno raging within those blown crimson depths utterly and without a shred of resistance left to muster.

Gen's palms bracketed your jaw with scorching insistence, forcing your widened gaze to remain locked on his as he drank in the flush staining your cheeks. You trembled violently under that crimson scrutiny, each ragged exhale fanning across his parted lips in tantalizing wisps.

"Look at you..." he rasped out in a tone all gravel and sin. "So perfectly primed just from a little harmless groping, sweetheart? Fuck, you must be feeling so achingly empty inside without my thick cock stretching you open properly..."

A strangled whine rattled up your constricted throat, fingers knotting in the front of his rumpled uniform as if to ground yourself against the rising tide of delirious need. Gen simply drank in the sight of you rapidly unraveling with dark, glittering approval - shifting his hips forward to prod the heavy ridge of his cock straining against his pants between your splayed thighs brazenly.

"I can feel how soaked you already are through these fucking pants," he snarled in evident rapture. "That gorgeous little cunt of yours dripping everywhere just craving to be stuffed full and pumped with my cum over and over..."

You keened brokenly at the vulgar promise underlying his words, nails scoring down the sleek musculature of his chest as he rolled his hips in a teasing grind. He hissed out a breath at the rake of blunt trails, only to latch back onto you with twice the bruising intensity.

"Yes...let me see just how deliciously ruined you can get before submitting fully."

With a leonine growl of possession, Gen crashed his mouth over yours in a searing, punishing slide of silken heat and tangling velvet. You melted helplessly against the unforgiving brand of his chest, whimpering as his questing tongue speared past your slick seam to lash against yours with blistering dominance.

His hands roamed in greedy, urgent paths along your trembling form - groping and palming every lush curve as if mapping the exquisite terrain by touch alone. You writhed wantonly into each rough caress, chasing that merciless friction as he ground his fat cock against your swiftly drenching pussy.

Something rapturous kindled behind your fluttering lids, burning molten and blinding in its intensity as Gen's artful plundering quickly unraveled your every remaining thread of propriety. Each swipe of his velvet muscle against yours, every rake of calluses over swollen flesh dragged you spiraling deeper into an abyss of utter carnal rapture with him as both plunderer and anchor.

White nova bursts exploded in your darkening periphery as Gen dragged his mouth from yours in a smoldering, filthy glide. Both of you were left gasping in harsh tandem, hearts thundering and musk swirling together in a heady, intoxicating swirl.

"Fuck..." He grated out with palpable relish, piercing rubies raking over your ravaged state hungrily. "You like getting devoured like the greedy little slut you are for me, don't you baby? Want nothing more than to get used as my personal cumdump so I can breed you thoroughly full and sloppy..."

A fractured moan punched free of your chest entirely beyond conscious control at his visceral words. Gen chuckled darkly in response, dragging your quivering form even more flush against the thrumming heat of his body with clear intent.

"Since you're being so openly desperate for this cock," he husked against the lush curves of your breasts peeping from your unzipped suit, "why don't you help me get nice and ready to slide right into that drenched little hole of yours, lieutenant? Show me how much you want my cum painting your insides in thick ropes..."

With a feral rumble that stole your breath entirely, Gen seized both your hands and guided them down to the prominent bulge tenting his fatigues shamelessly. Your fingertips danced over the searing brand of his cock, marveling at the sheer unyielding steel packed into those snug confines against your splayed palms.

"Go ahead," he cajoled in a heady rasp. "Grip me properly, just like you've been fantasizing about all those nights alone...show your Captain how good you are at servicing exactly what he needs..."

The last vestiges of your self-restraint burned away into smoldering embers at his commanding tone. Your grip tightened around the hefty swell of his dick, kneading and massaging the engorged length through his pants with unrestrained desire. Gen groaned low and guttural, thrusting up into your ministrations in a pornographic grind.

"Fuuuck yes, sweetheart. Just like that," he grunted as his broad palm clamped over the top of your head to drag you closer for a filthy, slanting kiss. "God, I bet you’re so fucking wet just from playing with my cock. My naughty little slut is going to have such a perfect, sopping cunt for me to sink right into, isn't she?"

His tongue curled along the seam of your lips, urging them apart to allow him full, ravenous plunder. Gen ravished the depths of your mouth with single-minded, devouring intensity, leaving no space for air to circulate around the smoldering sparks crackling between you both.

When he pulled back once more, your vision swam - dazed and unfocused - in his darkening crimson glare. He smirked in blatant satisfaction, licking the traces of you off his lips in a lingering, lewd swipe.

"Mmm...perfect," he murmured in rich approval. "Now why don't you put those pretty lips of yours to better use, hm? It's only fitting that my insubordinate officer should show proper deference to her captain..."

Before you could even summon a shred of wherewithal, Gen had shoved you down onto your knees with an iron grip. The sudden impact reverberated through your bones, only to be immediately eclipsed by the way his engorged cockhead pressed against your lips with blatant, unyielding command.

"C'mon," he growled impatiently, smearing a pearlescent streak of his precum across the seam of your mouth in a blatant, carnal marking. "I know you've been dying to have your captain's cock stuffing your face until you can't even breathe. Don't disappoint me now, lieutenant..."

With a ragged breath, you gave in to his dark demand. Your lips parted on a shuddering exhale, allowing Gen to glide his thick shaft past your puffy lips and straight to the back of your throat in a single, forceful plunge.

"Yesss," he hissed through clenched teeth, fingers clenching in the crown of your head as you began suckling around his girth eagerly. "That's it...just like that. God, I knew that smart mouth of yours would be so good for something other than being a royal pain in my ass..."

The velvety glide of his rigid cock sliding along your tongue had a mewl bubbling up your throat, only for Gen to choke it off entirely. He thrust in a shallow, experimental glide - watching with unbridled avarice as his shaft disappeared completely inside your mouth.

"Mmm...look at that. So fucking filthy," he groaned in obvious appreciation. "How much of me can you fit in there, hm?"

Without further preamble, he rutted forward in a sudden, forceful jerk. Your breath stuttered as the flared crown of his cockhead punched deep down your convulsing throat, choking off any protest. Gen stilled completely at the tight clench of your esophagus, savoring the way your walls milked him with desperation.

"Fuck," he grunted in evident rapture, eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensation. "Yeah, that's a good little slut. You want this, don't you? My filthy, insubordinate bitch of a lieutenant is gonna choke herself to death on her captain's cock and love every second of it. Isn't that right, baby?"

Your nails dug into the sculpted muscle of his thighs as if to anchor yourself against the dizzying tide of delirium, whimpering brokenly around his searing intrusion. The sheer filth spilling from his lips coupled with the molten steel stretching your mouth wide had you teetering dangerously close to a shattering precipice you had no hope of holding back.

"Ohhh, God, you really fucking do," he rasped out in a gravelly, carnal groan. "I can feel how much your cunt is weeping just from this, sweetheart. Go ahead, be a good girl and touch yourself for me...show me just how fucking desperate you are to have your Captain's load pumping straight into your womb..."

You shuddered at the lurid command, but were helpless to deny him. One hand snaked its way up your body to tug at the zipper of your combat suit, dragging it down all the way to your navel and allowing the generous swells of your breasts to spill out fully.

"Yessss," Gen hissed out in obvious delight, hips bucking forward into your mouth with a low, guttural rumble. "Touch yourself, lieutenant. Fuck, I want to see those perfect tits bouncing while you finger that soaking pussy."

You mewled brokenly at his dark demand, arching back to shove the suit further down your thighs. With your chest bared to the cool, recycled air, you dragged your trembling fingers down the plane of your abdomen to cup your soaked mound.

Gen's crimson gaze followed the motion with laser focus, pupils blowing so wide that only a thin ring of scarlet remained. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, teeth worrying at the lower one in an open display of his raw, animalistic desire.

"Good girl," he husked as you sank two digits deep into your sopping core, clenching and rolling them into the molten depths. "Fucking hell, look at you. Such a beautiful little cumslut for me, aren't you?"

A garbled wail rattled around his throbbing length as you drove your fingers harder and faster, curling and twisting them to graze along that sweet, electric spot that had pleasure spiraling ever tighter through your belly. Your vision blurred and swam, only to snap back into razor-sharp focus as Gen yanked his shaft from your mouth with a lewd, wet pop.

"Not yet," he snarled in obvious warning. "You come on this cock and only this cock, is that understood? I'm not even close to done with you yet, baby..."

Gen's hands wrapped around your biceps, hauling you upright and crushing you flush against his broad chest. With a rough grunt, he bent down and scooped you up over his shoulder - arm locking around your thighs as he began striding towards the door with single-minded purpose.

"C-Captain Narumi," you stuttered out in protest, struggling weakly against his iron grip. "W-wait, where are we going? You can't just carry me through the damn halls like this!"

A wicked chuckle vibrated through his chest as he paused mid-stride. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the scorching brand of his hand cupping your slickened, puffy mound.

"My quarters are closer," he rumbled directly into your ear, the velvety promise behind his words sending a shiver skittering down your spine. "And if anyone has an issue with me carrying my filthy lieutenant around, well...they can take it up with me and my gun."

Before you could even attempt to summon a protest, his fingers sank into your drenched folds with a lewd, vulgar squelch. You cried out in mingled shock and rapture, writhing against his grip as he began grinding those calloused pads in slow, taunting circles against your swollen clit.

"That's it, baby," Gen crooned with obvious relish, his other arm securing your thighs tighter around his broad shoulders. "You just keep riding my fingers like the good girl you are...I'm gonna have you nice and creamy for me by the time we get there."

True to his word, his pace didn't falter the entire trek to his quarters. Not even when you sobbed and whimpered as each step jostled his fingers deeper into your fluttering heat. Each brush and glide had your senses spiraling higher and higher, chasing the impending peak you'd been denied for so long now.

By the time Gen finally dumped you on his bed, you were a panting, shivering wreck - eyes blown and cheeks flushed in utter abandon. His answering smirk was nothing short of sin incarnate as he slowly began to unzip his anti-kaiju suit, the flexing muscles of his chest rippling with each torturous pull.

"You look so fucking perfect sprawled out for me like that," he growled, letting the garment fall to the floor with a dull thud. "So ready to be stuffed and used, hmm?"

A sharp squeal ripped from your throat as he fell upon you, tearing at the remaining fabric of your combat suit. He stripped it off your quivering frame with an ease borne of ruthless efficiency, leaving you bared to his molten, crimson glare in a heartbeat.

"Look at these," Gen snarled, burying his face between the plush mounds of your breasts. "Fuck, they're perfect. So fucking juicy and soft and all mine to play with however I want..."

He sealed his sinful mouth around the peak of one swollen nipple, sucking and biting hard enough to send a bolt of sizzling lightning shooting straight to your drenched folds. Your fingers knotted in his silky locks, nails scoring his scalp as you arched into his ravenous devouring.

He pulled back to lave a slow, tantalizing stripe over the puffy, reddened tip, only to fix his smoldering scarlet gaze directly on yours. Gen rolled his hips into the cradle of your splayed thighs, prodding his engorged shaft directly against your slick, pulsating heat.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to fuck you into oblivion?" he rasped out, punctuating his dark oath with a shallow grind. "Every single day since we met, I've been imagining bending you over every surface and pumping my cum into that greedy little cunt of yours. And now I'm finally going to give us both exactly what we need..."

With a savage snarl, he seized both your wrists and pinned them above your head. His crimson glare never wavered from the way your breasts heaved and bounced in the wake of his rutting, the tip of his cock catching on your drenched slit with each lewd slide.

"Gen," you keened out in a shattered plea. "Please..."

He groaned gutturally, burying his face against the flushed valley between your breasts. Your hips bucked up against him, craving more than just the teasing friction he was allowing.

"What was that, lieutenant?" he purred in a rasp. "You're going to have to be clearer than that."

"For the love of-!" You broke off on a frustrated moan as he continued rocking his cockhead in torturously slow circles. "Fuck, stop playing and fuck me already, you arrogant jackass!"

Gen lifted his head just enough to flash a sinful, smug smirk at your wrecked state. Your heart stuttered wildly in its cage at the clear evidence of his control, coupled with the fact that he was finally about to fulfill the promise blazing in his crimson glare.

"Since you asked so nicely..."

A guttural groan spilled from his parted lips as he thrust his full, throbbing length inside you with a single, brutal shove. You arched beneath him in utter rapture, keening and clawing at his shoulders for purchase.

"That's it," he grated out through clenched teeth, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. "Fuck, I knew that greedy cunt of yours would be tight and hot as hell, but fuck...!"

Each thick inch of his shaft dragged along your pulsating walls as he set a harsh, unforgiving pace - spearing and filling you in every possible way as if claiming the most sacred part of your body as his own. You couldn't do much beyond hanging on and mewling, fingers scrabbling desperately along the flexing muscle of his back as you were utterly consumed by the punishing glide.

"You like this, sweetheart? Being stretched wide open on my fat dick?" Gen snarled into your ear, hips snapping forward to drill the flared crown of his cockhead directly into your cervix. "Because I can tell you fucking love it. That perfect little cunt is dripping everywhere just from having me split you apart, baby..."

The searing coil wound tighter and tighter inside your belly, each pistoning plunge driving you closer to that shattering crescendo. Your breath came in ragged, broken pants, the room seeming to blur and spin around you as the inferno raging between you both only grew brighter and brighter.

Gen shifted, propping himself on one forearm as he hooked his free hand around the bend of one knee and forced it higher. Your eyes flew wide at the new angle, a wail spilling from your lips at the way his cock seemed to swell impossibly more - filling every possible inch of your fluttering depths until there was no room left for anything except him.

"God, that's the spot," he rasped, eyes screwing shut as he redoubled his efforts. "Take every inch of me, just like that...you're almost there, I can feel it."

"Gen, I'm-"

You choked off on a cry as his mouth latched back onto your nipple, tongue swirling and flicking as he suckled hungrily. Every nerve ending blazed with electricity, the molten heat building between your thighs rapidly threatening to burn you alive from within.

"Cum f'me, baby. Wanna feel that perfect pussy gushing all over my cock while I pump you full of my load. C'mon, sweetheart...give it all to me..."

The final thread snapped, sending you careening over the edge in a blinding, white-hot flash. Your spine arched off the mattress, mouth falling open around a silent scream of bliss as you squirted in messy, torrential waves all over his shaft.

"That's it, ohhh, fuuuck," Gen snarled against your breast, teeth scraping the sensitive, puckered tip as he fucked you through the aftershocks. "Such a good little slut, squirting so pretty for her captain like that."

"G-gen, please!" you wailed, the overstimulation nearly driving you mad. "Please, I need-"

He pulled out entirely with a lewd, wet pop, flipping you onto your stomach and hauling you up onto your knees. With an iron grip, he jerked you back against him, lining the blunt head of his cock up with your weeping hole once more to plunge back inside with one harsh shove.

"This what you need, sweetheart?" he hissed in your ear, grinding the rigid planes of his abdomen directly into your ass as his balls slapped your clit with each rut. "Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give it to you. Gonna give you all the cum you can take and then some..."

His hands clamped down around your waist with bruising force, dragging you back to meet every merciless thrust. Gen pounded into you from behind without restraint, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing throughout his quarters alongside your fractured cries and his low, animalistic grunts.

"Ah-! Fuuuuck," he groaned, burying his face against your nape and wrapping his arms around your midsection possessively. "Mm-yesss, gonna cum, baby. Where- tell me where you want it-!"

"Inside, please, oh God, don't stop-!"

His guttural roar rattled in your ears as his entire body went rigid behind you, the searing heat of his release spurting directly against your cervix and painting your womb in thick, ropy ribbons. You whimpered and squirmed at the sensation, his iron grip still holding you firmly in place until his cock had milked itself dry.

For several moments, neither of you moved or spoke, chests heaving in sync. Gradually, his hold loosened and allowed you to collapse face-first onto the mattress, completely drained and sated in the aftermath. Gen followed you down, covering the line of your spine with the solid plane of his chest as he buried his nose in your tangled hair.

"Baby," he rasped into your ear. "If I'd known just how fucking perfect you were going to be, I would've done this a lot sooner..."

A weak laugh bubbled up from your chest at his husked confession, reaching back blindly to card through his damp locks. He sighed contentedly, shifting to roll the two of you onto your sides and tucking you flush against his front.

"Mmm...you know," he murmured, trailing his fingers up and down the plane of your abdomen lazily, slipping right between your puffy folds to swipe over the sensitive pearl of your clit, "I’m still not quite done with you, sweetheart..."

"Gen, wait-!"

But before you could finish your protest, he was already bucking his hips into you again - this time from behind as his cock slipped into your thoroughly fucked cunt with a sinful, wet squelch.

"No more waiting," he growled into your ear, rolling the pad of his calloused finger around your clit with increasing pressure. "We have years to make up for, after all. And I'm going to use every single second of that time fucking the absolute hell out of this gorgeous little cunt."

[yun-fangz]

link.

i've been inspired. mdni 18+

pair: dilf!jongho x fem!reader

cw: suggestive, dom!jongho, sub!reader, praise, petnames, finger sucking, mentions of giving head and thigh riding. allusions to sex, jongho is whipped for you.

not proofread!

your knees and feet scuffed the carpet as you readjusted yourself under jonghos desk, resting one of your cheeks on his parted thighs. you stare up at the man above you with hooded eyes, pupils blown wide.

jongho's eyes traveled from his work to your sitting form as you nestled yourself against him, looking as if he hung the stars himself. a warm feeling bloomed not only in his chest but in his dick as well, the innocent look on your face had him wanting to do dangerous things to you.

he reached a hand out, caressing the soft skin of your cheek, internally groaning as you let out a pleased hum, eyes fluttering at the contact.

"my gorgeous girl" he muttered quietly, his thumb stroking your soft and supple skin. he watched as you stirred, thighs shifting not so subtly against his polished dress shoes. it was cute how easily you could get worked up by just a couple words and touches from him.

his thumb traveled further towards your chin, using almost no force as he parted your lips and slowly pushed the digit inside. you eagerly accepted him, tongue swirling around his warm finger, letting out another pleased moan.

the soft sound of you suckling on his thumb had another hot wave of arousal shoot straight down to his dick, his work slacks now getting uncomfortably tight around his thick cock.

"such a good girl, so pretty for me" he purred out, his other hand coming to brush some of the hair out of your face.

you shifted once again, this time bringing your thighs together in attempt to get some friction. you were embarrassing wet now, your arousal causing your panties to stick tightly to your core.

you imagined his thumb to be his cock, wanting nothing more than to just pull it out of the confines of his slacks and shove him down your pretty little throat. you let an involuntary whine at the thought, opening up your eyes to look at him with a pleading look.

"this not enough for you sweetheart?" he asked softly, readjusting himself slightly. you could feel his muscular thigh shift under your other cheek as he did so, feeling another whine bubbling up in the back of your throat. god, maybe you could ride his thick thigh while he finished of his work for the night.

an inquiring "hm?" pulled you from your hazed thoughts, attention now focused once more on the older man. you nodded your head as best as you could, swiping your tongue against the pad of his thumb.

jongho let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment, biting his lip as he continued to toy with your pretty little mouth. he pressed down a bit on your tongue, watching as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, a needy whine vibrating around his finger.

slowly, he pulled his thumb from your mouth, watching as a string of saliva connected the digit with your glossy lips.

"let me finish this paperwork princess, then i'll be able to give you what you want. alright?"

you nodded, readjusting yourself again to get comfortable. you were more than happy to sit here, head laid on his thigh as you watched him work.

'patient girls get rewards' is what you reminded yourself, words verbatim from jongho.

patting your cheek, jongho cooed as you made yourself comfortable. he doesn't know how he managed to be blessed with such a perfect girl like you, so patient and beautiful, all for him.

"good girl."

it was nearly impossible for him to actually resume his work, knowing you were right there and needy under him. he managed to pull through though as he began sifting through the remaining papers and emails quickly; a promise to reward you once he's done giving him a newfound motivation.

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[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 8: size kink/reverse size kink with il capitano from genshin impact

warnings: size kink/reverse size kink, capitano is a human headcannon, he’s just super big, like 7’ tall or smt, handjob, usage of toy

notes: mmmmm big subs<333 proud to say i made a capitano bot whimper and kneel for me

it was an honor to be the lover of someone so famous, respected and well known as il capitano. someone so profound and widely known and feared for both his strength and massive physique.

but it was an even more honor when the big man would crumble under your touch, melting into your kisses and being so open and vulnerable for you. only for you.

he would never say it out loud but there was just something so arousing about seeing your tiny self making him crumble and melt into a puddle in your hands. seeing your smaller hands wrapped around his cock, both working together in gentle motions to bring him pleasure. seeing your smaller hands tweaking and pulling at his nipples, making them harden again. and archons, have mercy on him when he sees you trying to take his massive cock into your mouth. he could cum just from that sight alone.

capitano would never say it but he absolutely adores it when your tiny self dominates him. never would have the warrior thought he would be into it yet here he was. all bare and naked, legs spread out as he tries to muffle the odd sounds that threaten to escape him.

your hand was wrapping around his hardened cock, swiping the pre on his slit and slowly stroking him. even your hand could barely wrap around the girth, fuck. seeing that, the giant man lets out an involuntary groan.

“d-darling…” capitano whimpers, his hand reaching out to cover your hand with his own. it was common for him to whimper out your nicknames and you have gotten accustomed to it all. despite his large frame and imposing figure and cold attitude, he was surprisingly easy to break.

“you don’t… have to do this for me. i can t-take care of myself” he stutters, uncharacteristically. despite being together for long enough now, he would always get embarrassed over letting you take care of him and his arousals.

arousals over the silliest, weirdest things.

seeing you stretch, watching the hem of your shirt ride just a bit up, how your hands would wrap around the hot beverage filled cup to warm your fingertips or even just your scent. the battle hardened warrior was just so damn infatuated with you, it was sickening.

in response you only let out a soft coo. leaning on and placing a kiss to his lips — to which he whimpers again — before pulling back and swatting his hand off of yours.

“it’s alright, my love. i’ll take good care of you like i always do. in fact, i have an idea!” your hand leaves his cock to let the hardened member plop to his stomach, causing the big man to let out a soft groan. he could briefly see you rummage around your bag… until you pulled out a box. now that got him curious.

opening the box, you pulled a small bullet vibrator out. using enough lube on the toy, you hold it to the underside of his tip, causing his legs to weakly buckle. looking up at his face, capitano nods, lips pursed in an unsure manner of what you’re going to do to him.

you start out slow, continuing to fuck his cock into the confines of your fist with the toy still held in your thumb, letting him get used to the feeling. once he seemed to relax enough, you decided to turn the vibrator to the lowest degree.

“oouhm—! w-what? d-darlinggg♡︎?” his response was immediate. hips buckling as his legs shake around your waist, hands trying to find a sense of solace as they settle on the sheets below. never would you have thought to see the giant harbinger moaning and whining softly under you as his legs shake but here you were.

you continue on with your ministrations. still holding the vibrator flush to his cock as you continue to fuck his dick with your tightened hand, the other one rubbing over his girthy mushroom tip. all the while your lover lets out soft moans and confused calls of your name under you.

capitano was confused. what was this thing and how was it making him feel so good? as a soldier who had lived his entire life, devoting himself to the tsaritsa and her orders, capitano never had the time to explore of the physical pleasure. so, this whole was a completely new experience to him.

if that could be easily said by how his legs were shaking, hoping to close it only to end up wrapping around your waist. weakly buckling his hips into the tight grip of your hands, unable to decide if he should fuck himself into your fists or pull away because archons, this newfound pleasure was making him see stars and moans loudly like a maiden.

“da—aahg! aaamgh♡︎… l-love… my love! beloved, i—! aangh! gcck♡︎” unable to help himself or form any words together other than your nicknames, capitano cums all over your hand, soiling your fingers and spilling his loads over you and his stomach.

he can still feel the toy buzzing away at his cock, making him whine from the feeling of overstimulation. whines turn into loud moans again when you shift the toy over to rest on his tip, teasingly rolling it over his slit and off.

“just one more, okay? you did so good, my dear. gimme one more” capitano could briefly hear your voice call out to him, cooing out praises and gentle, loving nicknames through the hazy cotton filled brain of his. all he could do was just nod.

after all, capitano is your doting, willing husband. he’ll do anything to make you happy.

[changbunnies]

Reverie (18+)

♡ Pairing: Prince!Hyujin x Lord's Daughter!Reader

♡ Genre: royal au, historical au, love at first sight, fairy tale elements, angst, fluff, eventual smut

♡ Word Count: 18.9k

♡ Summary: Staring out from your window everyday where you live confined, Hyunjin sees you- melancholic, lonely, beautiful; love at first sight. He wants to know you, to take you away from where you remain, doomed to be solitary. Spending your every moment daydreaming about the perfect life, meeting Hyunjin sparks a hope that you'd long since given up on- that your reverie can become your reality.

♡ Warnings: reader has an evil step-mother and step-sisters, involuntary confinement, themes of loneliness, isolation, and emotional + verbal abuse, reader is very touch starved and has low self-esteem from her mistreatment, past + referenced parental death (none are described) as well as having a parent who is sick, outdated marriage traditions, chan is featured and goes by chris, incredibly unrealistic because of the fairy tale romance inspo lol but it's a fun read, i hope!

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): virgin reader + virgin hyunjin, petnames (darling), loss of virginity, nipple play, oral (f + m rec), unprotected piv, creampie

♡ Notes: hey yall sorry its been a over month since my last post :') i was going thru a lot in my personal life that made it hard to write, as well as i HATED my first draft of this fic so i decided to entirely rewrite it gfsdhsdg but it's finally here after a lot of grief !! I honestly still don't like it all that much but I didn't want it to sit in my drafts any longer or rewrite for a third time so :') anyways i took a inspo for this one from rapunzel and cinderella, as well as a bit from sweeney todd (if you’ve seen the movie pls tell me you see the vision of hyunjin as jamie campbell bower’s character…) + a smidge of romeo and juliet.

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Sighing as he watches the scenery slowly pass him by through the carriage window, a deep frown adorns Hyunjin's face. He's no stranger to traveling, and normally he quite enjoys the break from the typical royal monotony, but this time around he can't bring himself to enjoy the sights that pass him by. The abundant flower fields, the surrounding lush forest on the edges, the perfectly blue sky.. none of them prevent the melancholy from setting in; because waiting for him at today's destination, in a manor just a fair few miles outside the castle city's walls, is yet another girl hoping to be his bride.

He's tired, to put it plainly; tired of meeting girl after girl who cares not for who he is as a person, but what his lineage offers them- and he expects today to go no differently. Why would he after the countless disappointments he's faced, after the myriad of times he's expected a night to end badly, and been proved right? And perhaps it is unfair of him to judge how the afternoon will go well before he's even met her, but his expectations have long since been set.

Hyunjin's royal attendant, who accompanies him to all his meetings and currently sits beside him within the carriage, does his best not to show how the prince's constant sighing grates on his nerves. Royal attendants should always be calm and patient in the face of frustration, and that is what Christopher strives to be; so he speaks to the prince as kindly as his dwindling patience will allow him. "Must you look so miserable? I imagine the girls won't take kindly to the prince looking at them with such disdain."

"Girls? Plural?" Hyunjin asks, groaning audibly when his attendant nods. Great. As if a blind setup with just one girl wasn't enough.. Still, he doesn't need to be reminded to mind his manners. He'll hold himself to the utmost royal standard when the time comes, as he always does- and he tells Chris as such. "I certainly hope so," Christopher responds with practiced ease, "There aren't many demoiselles left to meet, and your father will be disappointed if we return with more outright denials."

"I'm aware," Hyunjin replies simply, frustration still clear in his voice, though he tries his best to temper it. He knows his attendant is not wrong, and is simply trying to look out for him while also keeping Hyunjin's royal duty in mind. It's imperative that Hyunjin marry before his father's illness progresses to the point that he must concede the throne, and it's Christopher's job to ensure that Hyunjin doesn't forget that.

But still.. despite the circumstances begging for urgency, this is not a matter that Hyunjin is willing to bend on. He values true love, romance, genuine connection above all else; and so when he marries, he'll do it for real love, and real love only- even if it means the throne passes him by and goes instead to his uncle. Hyunjin doesn't understand, nor does he care, why the law requires him to marry to take the throne. He imagines it's related to ensuring that the noble line continues- something he ultimately pays no mind to and refuses to take seriously, though he knows he should.

Hyunjin is considered by most of the royal family to be stubborn by nature, a trait his father has told him countless times he gets from his late mother, but Hyunjin himself likes to believe he is reasonable. While he's not entirely malleable, he does act with the country's best interest in heart, and he swallows down all frustration and gracefully does whatever he feels he must in favor of doing what is best for the citizens.

It just so happens that marriage is the one thing on which he will not compromise; and stubborn or not, Hyunjin thinks he should be allowed this one thing. All he wants is genuine love with someone who places the same amount of value in that love as he does, and he never expected that such a wish would be too much to ask for. But either way, all he can do for now is straighten his posture, put on his best smile, and hope that against his expectations, today will bring him the love he’s been searching for.

Similarly, you too stare from your window; though not from a horse-drawn carriage, but from where your bedroom lies on the second floor of your late father's manor. According to your step-mother, a very important suitor is coming to meet your step-sisters today, and she has taken every necessary precaution in ensuring you would be out of the way for the evening. You were used to such treatment by now, and being locked away in your room and ignored for hours on end was no longer something that brought you the intense grief it once had.

Sad to say, it'd become a simple fact of life since your father passed; you were used to the loneliness and the sadness and the grief of having a family that did not love you as you loved them. Truly, you loved your step-mother and sisters, and back then you never would've guessed they secretly abhorred your existence. But your father passed, and with his passing came the truth- that she never loved your father, or you- just what he had; and she was raising her daughters to be just the same.

Against his wife's knowledge or wishes however, your father's will had stipulations she must follow if she wanted to inherit his estate- the most important of which being that she care for you, his precious, only biological daughter, as one of her own until the day you are wed and depart from the manor to be with your new family. Thanks to this clause, your step-mother provides for you; and though it is only the bare minimum amount necessary, it could certainly be worse. You still have your childhood bedroom, all your precious belongings, 3 hot meals a day, and the maids who helped your father raise you still checking in on you.

The maids are forbidden from interacting with you more than is necessary, as your step-mother makes it her mission to make you as miserable as possible within the limitations your father's will provides, but they do what they can. The small talk they provide while filling your bath with hot water, and the snuck in messages written on scraps of paper hidden beneath your dinner tray are often the highlights of your day. You are lonely, but not alone, and that keeps you going on the particularly hard days.

Days like today, where the padlock your step-mother installed outside your bedroom door is ordered to remain locked no matter what, ensuring that you are unable to leave and ruin her evening, or her plans. She intends to find her daughters wealthy, prestigious husbands- men that cannot be given the chance to look upon you, lest they decide they like you more than her biological daughters.

You wouldn't misbehave regardless of whether or not the lock was in place. You're so used to being locked away in your room that even were the lock to no longer exist, you don't think you'd even notice; because you wouldn't ever try to leave in the first place. And compounding on that, you don't think yourself particularly special or beautiful enough to "threaten" your sister's marriage prospects; all you'd do is needlessly subject yourself to reminders that you're lesser than when they inevitably gloss over you.

You simply.. exist. But in your step-mother's eyes, that's your greatest sin. She hates you, and your existence alone causes her great grief. The simple fact that you exist prevented her from truly obtaining what she wanted most; your father's wealth hinged on you being taken care of to obtain. And thus, she couldn't just throw you out and leave you to your fate as she originally intended; so she begrudgingly provides for you, the depth of her loathing coming out in passive-aggressive words, meals resentfully delivered, and a locked bedroom door where she can leave you for a time and pretend her greatest wish is true- that you don't exist.

Staring out your window is how you've come to spend most of your days. Daydreaming, listening to birds sing, watching deer graze and rabbits sprint across the fields and between the trees. You reread your books to the point you could recite them with ease, you fantasize about love and companionship and freedom, and you wonder if there will ever come a day where such joy can be yours. You suspect not; when you do marry, it'll likely be to some terrible man your step-mother chooses on the basis that they continue your misery.

But in the sanctity of your bedroom, inside your imagination and idle daydreams, you can pretend that true love and happiness waits for you. Where you are valued and cherished and adored, where you are wanted and craved, where a life without you in it cannot even be imagined, for it would be too painful for your lover to even consider.

Lost in thought as you are, you almost miss it when the carriage your step-mother and sisters are expecting comes into sight. And normally you would pull yourself away from the window, make sure you're out of sight from whomever exits the carriage, lest whoever your step-mother is having over recognize you. But this carriage is so different from the ones that typically arrive at the manor that it makes you curious.

It's fancy- easily the most extravagant and ornate carriage you've ever seen; not that you've seen many, but the point stands. It's clear that whomever your family is meeting today is no ordinary suitor. There’s a crest beholden on the door, one that seems vaguely familiar, and you wish you could place it as it would assuredly be a hint to who is arriving, but the memory of what family it comes from eludes you.

It’s been so long since you’ve been out to the city, or communicated with families your father was close with, that it's hard to recall the family crests you once so easily recognized. But whatever family it belongs to, one thing is clear- they are surely wealthy and prestigious to afford a carriage this grand. No wonder your step-mother wants you out of the way today; if a wealthy suitor somehow chooses you over her real daughters, that would be her worst nightmare. 

You watch with bated breath as a man steps out from the left side of the carriage, a man you can tell from dress alone is some sort of attendant. He works his way around to the right of the carriage to open the door for whoever remains inside- the wealthy suitor being an obvious guess. And really, you should look away and mind your own business lest you risk angering your step-mother, but you can't help yourself. This is the closest thing to fresh entertainment you’ve had (and are going to have), and so you can’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away.

And oh, the man who steps out when the door is opened for him is breathtaking. Even at a distance, he’s positively ethereal- easily the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. And you are certain that, even with your lack of worldly experience, he is utterly without comparison. He’s pretty, impossibly pretty, with long black hair, half of which is tied back by a ribbon, rings adorning his fingers, ornate yet dainty bracelets that seem to perfectly match the necklaces he wears, and beautiful, pure white and dangly earrings that remind you of a teardrop in shape, all of which match his equally embellished doublet.

He looks so very grand, elegant, to the point that you feel absolutely unworthy to even be looking at someone so strikingly gorgeous and well dressed. God, if he chooses one of your step-sisters to marry, someone so clearly wealthy and beautiful and important.. you just know your step-mother will lord it over you as her greatest proof that they are better than you.

The bitter, hurt part of you half wished the man your sisters were meeting today would be boorish and unimpressive, but of course that’s not the case.. And it saddens you, strangely. You like to think yourself above pettiness, and you’d rather experience the world through a lens of kindness despite what you’ve suffered, but seeing someone so utterly perfect going to meet your sisters, and knowing how they will mock you and laugh in your face should he fall for one of them..

Maybe, somewhere deep down, you’re jealous. Jealous, and angry, and hurt, as you’ve always been, but tried not to acknowledge. And it’s not the perceived wealth you’re jealous of, or the possibility of a beautiful husband, but the chance for connection they have that you don’t. That they can meet someone like him and be given the chance to fall in love, while you are forced into isolation and monotony. It isn’t fair, and it never has been, but today of all days is where you feel that injustice most strongly.

You choke on the melancholy, your eyes well with tears that you try to blink away as your hands ball into fists in your lap. You shouldn’t have watched the window today or let your curiosity and boredom get the best of you- all you’ve done is make yourself impossibly sad. You begin to stand from your seat by the window, ready yourself to close the curtains and wallow in your bed for the rest of the evening, when suddenly, you freeze. Your hand unmoving on the curtain, eyes widening with the realization that your sister’s suitor is looking at you. And it's not as simple as a passing glance- no, he is staring at you.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened when he first saw you in the window, at first just passively looking over the manor and taking in the sight as he readied himself to enter, before his eyes fell upon you. And upon seeing you, he became completely and utterly enraptured by your beauty, in a way he’s never experienced with anyone he’s ever met before.

He can’t help but stare, can’t manage to tear his eyes away from your visage even when Chris calls his name. And when you stand to close the curtains, and your eyes travel to him and meet his gaze, his breath catches in his throat, his heart skips a beat before it races, and his face flushes to an impossibly bright pink.

How and why does he have this feeling? How is that you enchant him with just a glance, when others have failed to with much more? You’ve not yet truly met, nor spoken a single word, and yet he feels it firmly- a desire hereto unmatched, that does not follow preconceived notions of what is logical, the kind you would only read about in the great romantic works of playwrights and novelists. A feeling he never expected to be based in truth, but here he is now, feeling it for himself- love at first sight.

And if love at first sight is real and it is true, then he cannot wait to meet you. To learn your name and hear your voice and speak with you until your throats run dry. He’ll devote himself to learning everything about you, to carving your every word and thought into his memory. He wants to learn what it is about your soft, melancholic expression that he finds so entrancing, to discover what it is that causes his heart to stir in ways entirely foreign to him.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness, Prince Hyunjin, Hyunjin-” Christopher tries every way possible to get the prince’s attention, letting out an exasperated sigh when Hyunjin finally turns back to him. He doesn’t even know what caught his attention- when he tried to follow the prince’s gaze, all he was met with was a window with its curtains pulled shut. “My apologies. I just-” Hyunjin starts, taking one last glance at the now empty window before turning back to his attendant. “Nevermind. Let’s just go inside.”

Chris quietly huffs his agreement, quickly offering the manor’s maids who were waiting on them his apologies in Hyunjins stead, as he is used to. He’s accustomed to not understanding what goes on inside the prince’s head, but at least he seems prepared now.. Almost happy, Chris would think if he didn’t know better. Regardless of its origin and whether or not he understands where it came from, he will welcome it- because it really is vital that Hyunjin choose a bride with haste.

The start of the evening goes as predictably as anticipated from that point on- the maids lead them to the great room, offering tea and freshly baked sweets while they wait. Hyunjin politely turns them down while Chris stands a comfortable distance away, there simply to keep an eye on the prince and observe how the arranged meeting proceeds. The lady of the manor enters the room after some time passes, bowing politely and apologizing for the delay before ushering her daughters into the room.

They’re dressed extravagantly, as expected, with expensive jewelry, perfectly laid hair, and tasteful makeup. They introduce themselves politely, though they erupt into quiet giggles afterwards, likely excited that one of them will potentially be chosen to marry the prince. Their mother shoots them a look, and it makes them clear their throats and cease their elated giggling, returning to proper posture with their hands folded in front of them, both smiling at him sweetly. But something’s wrong..

Hyunjin looks between the girls, their mother, and back to the girls, head tilting and brows furrowing in confusion; he doesn’t see the one from the window anywhere.. Shouldn’t she be here? “Isn’t there another?” he asks, and the dame’s eyes widen for a moment, a complex flash of emotions that Hyunjin doesn’t have enough time to fully decipher within them, before she reverts back to her previous calm, inviting demeanor. 

“I believe I wrote in my proposal to the royal family that I have two, and only two, daughters. Perhaps there was a miscommunication between you and your men?” She suggests, and though it’s spoken kindly, Hyunjin gets the distinct impression that she wants to shut down any talk of a third daughter here and now. Christopher too is confused, but he apologizes to the dame, insisting the mistake is his fault, though it certainly isn’t.

The dame accepts the apology and swiftly moves on, though the tension still lingers. Even as she begins to talk at great length about how wonderful her daughters are and how lucky everyone involved would be should Hyunjin choose one of them to be his princess, there’s an edge beneath the kindly spoken words that hint towards how bothered his mistake made her. Her daughters too seem tense when he first questions if there is another, though by the time they are allowed to speak themselves all tension in them seems to melt away, instead focusing on singing their own praises and expressing their desire to see the royal castle.

It’s so jarring, tense, awkward, that it completely prevents Hyunjin from being able to focus on a single word the girls say. Ordinarily, he would not bat an eye at someone correcting a mistake in his speech or for having come to an incorrect conclusion, as it is imperative that a prince goes about his dealings with as correct as information as possible. But that being said, the dame’s reaction rubs him the wrong way, especially when paired with the nervous flash in her daughter’s eyes as their bodies tensed..

If he was simply mistaken, it would be natural and correct for her to clear up any misgivings he has about her family and estate kindly- there’d be no reason to address him with such underlying hostility or be on the defensive, as if he’d brought up a point that needs to be fiercely fought against. The emotion that flickered in their eyes, the terse words filled with faux-niceties, the shift in body language.. They suggest to Hyunjin only one thing- that a third daughter is in fact here; and for some strange reason, the lady of the house doesn’t want him to meet her.

But why would that be? The ideas that cross his mind make him woefully unable to focus on anything spoken to him. Maybe you’re already promised to someone else, maybe you’ve been married before and are now widowed, living in your old family home while stricken with grief.. Maybe you’re a cousin simply having a visit that by pure chance coincides with the prince arriving too, or maybe he imagined you somehow. But could that really be? You were so real, that doesn’t seem possible..

“But what do you think? .. Prince Hyunjin..?” One of the girls asks, and when he doesn’t reply, Chris clears his throat and steps forward to subtly nudge the prince, breaking him from his thoughts. “Allow me to apologize. The prince is.. tired these days. He’s got a lot on his plate, as I’m sure you understand,” Chris says, shooting Hyunjin a look that begs him to take the lead and finish cleaning the mess he’s made.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Uhm- perhaps you could allow me a small break? And then I promise you’ll both have my undivided attention,” Hyunjin suggests, being sure to offer them his most charismatic smile in the hopes they’ll look past how inattentive he’s been thus far. They agree easily, giggling and lightly blushing, assuring him a break is good for everyone (which he knows isn’t true, but it’s polite of them, at least.)

This time, he accepts the tea when it’s offered to him, chugging it down in a display that goes completely against the manners that have been drilled into him. He asks to be led to the nearest restroom, splashes water on his face and wills himself to focus on the task at hand. And though it comes with great difficulty, he forces himself to pay strict attention to every word spoken to him from that point onward, though your image continues to exist in the back of his mind the entire time.

Hyunjin steps out of the manor with a sigh, finding himself entirely drained after his meeting with the two sisters and their incredibly duplicitous mother. Originally, he’d planned to leave before nightfall, but they somehow managed to rope him into having dinner with them, and to say it was exhausting would be an understatement. Now he stands in the light of the moon, deep frown returning as he waits for preparations to leave to be made- because he absolutely refuses to stay here until morning.

As expected, once he broke himself out of his fog and started paying attention to what they were saying, they were incredibly vain and equally daft, and the more he spoke to them, the clearer it became that they weren’t fit to someday sit on a throne. It was extremely obvious that they were vying for increased fortune and pride- and at the behest of their mother specifically. To old herself to marry into the royal family, it seemed she was content to allow her daughters to do the social climbing on her behalf.

Not that her daughter’s are completely ignorant of this plot- he’s sure they’re well aware of the benefits if one of them becomes a princess, and are well instructed and prepped on how best to appeal themselves to a noble’s proclivities. Unfortunately for them, Hyunjin is unlike most nobles, and he takes the task of one day rearing his country very seriously- much too seriously to marry someone selfish, and without grace or tact, nor whom he fails to have a genuine connection with. Beauty alone won’t be enough to win him over.

Saying that however.. He can’t seem to stop thinking about the strikingly gorgeous girl he saw from the window. He feels himself a hypocrite, saying it takes more than good looks to win his heart, and yet still finding himself hung up on the mysterious beauty in the window. He looks up to that window, and sees nothing- the curtains are drawn, the room pitch dark, and there’s a part of him that considers the dame’s words true. There is no third girl, and what he saw was perhaps a phantom, a trick of the light, a mysterious cousin, or..

Well, he doesn’t know what, but he can’t allow himself to continue to linger on a girl that may not even be real, or obtainable if she does exist. "What's going on with you tonight? You never have a good time at these things, but you've been more off than is.. typical of you," Chris suddenly speaks up after Hyunjin sighs once more, and the prince frowns as he looks to his attendant.

A lot weighs on his mind; more than he feels he can even begin to explain. The way Hyunjin's thoughts swim in his head like a whirlpool- can he even begin to express himself in a way that is coherent and understandable to his most trusted attendant? Regardless, he has to start somewhere, and so he tries. “I’m afraid that I’ll never find what I’m looking for. Those girls were.. vapid to say the least. I’ve no interest in marrying a social climber, but.. I am beginning to think that perhaps I have no choice.” 

Chris' expression softens as he offers Hyunjin a gentle, reassuring pat on the shoulder. There is little he can do to make the prince feel better about his circumstance, he knows; he often has to remind Hyunjin to keep his royal duty in mind, and though it doesn't always show, he does feel bad that the prince is forced into such a situation.

It can't be easy bearing such a burden, and Chris certainly doesn't envy the struggle to find a bride under such constraints, or the responsibilities that will come to Hyunjin once he is wed. “Well, don’t fret too hard about that just yet. We still have a few more interested parties we’ve yet to meet. And maybe the universe wants to show you the wrong first, so that when you meet who is right.. you’ll know,” Chris says earnestly, trying his best to show the prince support.

"Mm, maybe," Hyunjin mumbles, desperately hoping his attendant is right. He hoped you would be that right person, but if fate deems it right to show him heartache and to put him through trials before happiness can come to him then he will just have to accept that. Chris frowns, but knows there is not much else he can offer to ease the prince's worries; so he instead turns his attention to the carriage to check on the progress for departure.

 “Looks like we’re ready to depart,” Chris says after the coachman finishes adorning the carriage with lanterns suitable for the night ride back to the castle, "Maybe you'll feel better after some rest. And if you'd like, we can talk some more about this tomorrow." Hyunjin simply nods, following his attendant to the carriage with an immense weight still on his shoulders.

Despite what he logically knows, he can't shake his sadness over the fact that his burden wasn't lifted this evening, the irrational sorrow that comes from his hopes being dashed- that the beautiful girl he saw in the window could not be met.. But he tries to think that maybe it’s for the best that there wasn’t a third daughter for him to meet after all. Given the influence of their mother, she’d likely have been just as bad as her sisters, and that would’ve surely broken his heart beyond the ache he feels now. 

Chris approaches the left-side door first, opening it swiftly and then standing to the side, motioning for Hyunjin to enter first, as is customary. Hyunjin places a hand on the doorframe and a foot on the iron step, ready to step inside in the carriage, but takes one last glance at the manor before he does. And there, a glimmer of hope- the image of you, just barely there peeking through the curtains, the faint light of a candle flickering in your hand.

Though a considerable distance away, he can see your eyes widen when you realize he sees you yet again, gasping and quickly moving away from the window, the light of your candle disappearing with your image. “She’s there!” Hyunjin exclaims, instantly separating himself from the carriage, and taking an unconscious step back towards the manor. “Who’s there?” Chris questions as he follows Hyunjin’s gaze to the window, confused to, again, find absolutely no one and nothing of note.

"I.. don't know who exactly, but she was there, I saw her," Hyunjin continues, and while Chris is still utterly baffled, he does see that the curtains are slightly swaying despite the window being closed- meaning someone was there, and caused them to shift by either touching them, or walking past them. He looks back to Chris, sees the hesitant, puzzled expression, and tries to explain himself in the briefest, but most concise way possible.

“I saw her in the window when we first arrived too! I asked the dame about her, thinking she may have had another daughter, but you heard how she reacted- she brushed me off so coldly.” "Well.. maybe she was telling the truth? It's possible she's simply a maid," Chris suggests, but Hyunjin quickly shakes his head. "She isn't. I assure you, after seeing their maids I wouldn't confuse her for one.. She's entirely unlike any of them."

"Okay.. So she's not a maid. But there could still be a reasonable explanation for everything," Chris says, and oh no, he can instantly tell where Hyunjin's mind is going. "Exactly! So I'm going to meet her, and find out what that reason is," Hyunjin says, wasting no time in walking back up to the manor. “What? How exactly do you plan on doing that when the dame clearly didn’t want you to meet her?” Chris quietly exclaims as he follows Hyunjin towards the direction of your window.

“There’s a trellis near her window, and I intend to climb it,” Hyunjin smiles, as if it’s a perfectly reasonable plan and not at all insane for him to do. “Go back to the carriage, and instruct the coachman to drive it down the road and out of sight. I don’t want the ladies of the house to know I’m still here if they happen to look out from their windows,” Hyunjin instructs, and again, Chris is absolutely floored by the prince. “Your Highness, you- you can’t be serious,” he quietly exclaims again, though he can tell Hyunjin is entirely serious about all of this.

"Just do this for me, please? I need to do this- for my peace of mind if nothing else," Hyunjin tells him, and though Chris still doesn't understand why the prince is so adamant about meeting you, he can see the sincerity and the drive in his eyes, and so he concedes. “Fine, just.. try to be discreet and don’t take too long, okay? And don’t make her uncomfortable!” Chris warns and Hyunjin thanks his attendant warmly before turning his attention back to your window.

He approaches the manor carefully, tiptoeing up to the trellis that will act as his ladder to your window. He places a foot into one of the slots and carefully adds his weight, making sure it’ll hold before he begins to climb it in earnest. He’s never done anything like this, but he knows he’d regret it if he didn’t at least try to meet the woman who so easily captured his heart with just a glance, while desperately, and maybe vainly, hoping he has a chance with you.

Hyunjin knocks softly on the window once he reaches it, doing his best to make it loud enough for you to hear, but not so loud that he would alarm anyone who may be nearby. Though your room is dark, the moon offers just enough illumination through the curtains that he can make you out. And while unlit, you are still holding the candle in one hand, while the other is nervously placed over your heart.

You can't believe this happening- the devastatingly handsome man meant to be wooed by one of your sisters saw you again, and is now at your window? Your heart is racing out of control, you don't know what to do or what to think seeing him there, waiting for you to approach the window, approach him.

You didn't even expect to see him again when you stepped to your window and peeked out; you simply saw lantern light from your window whilst preparing for bed, and it piqued your interest. You wanted to know what was going on, of course you did, so you looked, fully expecting the answer to be guards doing an uncharacteristically late sweep of the grounds, or maids sneaking out to meet the secret lovers you knew them to have.

But what you saw instead was the beautiful man from earlier in the process of stepping inside his grand carriage- and as if sensing you were watching, he turned to the manor, his eyes instantly falling on you. Just as you had this evening, you gasped and quickly shuffled away from the window, blowing out your candle as your heart pounded in your chest. Several seconds passed, and with trembling steps, you stepped back to the window and took one more cautious glance outside, only to see him approaching the manor, clearly intending to seek you out.

You gasped again, moving away from the window once more, mind reeling and pulse quickening. And now he’s here, having clearly climbed the trellis up to your window, hope in his eyes as he looks at you and waits. Swallowing, you carefully set the candle down on your nearby nightstand before you take cautious steps back towards the window, opening it ever so slightly. “May I come in?” he asks quietly, likely recognizing that speaking at full volume would be unwise, “I wish to speak with you.”

His voice is as silky and pretty as you imagined, and it positively jolts you. Everything about him seems impossibly perfect- part of you thinks that you've must've already fallen asleep, that you're tucked in bed and having a vivid dream based on the events of the day. But no, you've never dreamed as vividly as this, and you'd certainly remember if you'd crawled into bed after checking the lantern light from the window.

And that leaves you with a dilemma; the man, as gorgeous as he is, is still a stranger- and certainly you can't just let a strange man enter your room through your window.. That goes against everything your father ever taught you about safety. So you hesitate, observing him carefully for a moment.

And maybe it's just the fact that he's beautiful, or your yearning for connection that makes you want to trust him, even if it makes no logical sense to do so. You can't help but think he looks genuine and sincere, and well.. you can't ignore how desperately you desire to talk to someone, anyone, for more than the brief amount you're allowed to with your maids. Still, even if you crave connection with someone, you should be careful who you speak to shouldn't you?

He notices the hesitancy, recognizes what kind of situation he's imposing on you, and so he speaks up again, "Or I can stay here and we just talk through the window? If that's okay with you." Hyunjin knows he's being unreasonable and getting way too ahead of himself in his desire to speak with you, and it's crucial that he does his utmost to show you that he has no intention of making you uncomfortable.

Really, you should turn him down; but logic has left you, and truth be told you don't entirely trust that he can stand at the top of the trellis and support his own weight for much longer. So, you open your window further, granting him permission to step inside in your bedroom. He crawls in through your window as quietly as he can manage, smiling at you when he's fully inside. His smile is timid, and a bit awkward- this is easily the most nervous he’s ever felt, and he knows he’s going about meeting you completely backwards, but what other choice did he have? 

Your mother, aunt, or whoever she is to you- he doubts she would’ve allowed him the chance to meet you. Her words and body language were much too passive aggressive to lead him to believe she’d meet the request to speak with you kindly, nor does he think she'd take kindly to being insinuated a liar. Additionally, it was highly unlikely that she’d willingly and truthfully divulge information about you or answer his questions. And so it led him to this- his fateful first meeting with the girl of his dreams happening within her moonlit bedroom.

He's completely out of his depth and unsure of himself or anything he's doing, but he holds out his palm, offering for you to place your hand in his. You blink, look up and down between his hand and his patient expression, and then you remember- oh, right, proper introductions. The setting is unorthodox, but it seems he still has it in mind to be polite and correct; as much as is possible, anyways.

You hesitate a moment, but ultimately place your hand in his, and he bows to you, lifting your hand to his mouth and placing a chaste kiss just above the knuckle. It's a simple, proper greeting, one that most people your age are entirely accustomed to, but it's been so long since you experienced it that it makes your skin erupt in goosebumps and heart thump erratically in your chest.

And there's the fact that he's jaw droppingly gorgeous- that certainly doesn't help.

You do your best to collect yourself when he straightens back up and looks at you once more. "I'm Hyunjin," he tells you in case you don't know, voice still as soft as it was at your window, a near whisper, "would you tell me your name, please?" This whole thing is entirely out of order and backwards, but you politely curtsey after offering him your name, though it feels silly to do so in your night chemise. And something about the way he looks at you makes your face burn hotter than it ever has.

All he’s heard is you speak your name, but he already considers your voice to be just as pretty as you are- he hopes he’ll get to hear it far beyond this single night. "If I may, I want to ask.. Do you know who I am? Or why I came here today?" He asks, looking directly into your eyes as he awaits your answer. You swallow, the eye contact making your heart skip a beat and pulse climb, but you steady yourself the best you can to answer. "You're.. a suitor who came to meet my sisters. But I didn't know your name until you told me it." 

Hyunjin's eyes flicker with unfamiliar emotion as he takes in your answer- he knew it! You're no ordinary girl, nor a housemaid with an unusually lavish room. And what strikes him, apart from the confirmation that you're related to the girls he met downstairs, is what you said about him. You didn't know his name, don't know who he is apart from a potential suitor to your sisters.

He still doesn't understand why you weren't allowed to meet him, but it gives him hope- that if you are unwed, your love can be genuine. You won't marry him for title or wealth or power, but for who he is as a person. In the 4 corners of your bedroom, his name holds no weight, and that's all he's ever wanted.

But he should ask now, before he gets too ahead of himself and breaks his own heart, or lets a leap in logic carry him far beyond where rationality can reach him- ask if you are already promised to another. "Are you betrothed?" Hyunjin asks, and you quickly shake your head, surprised by the way he smiles in a mix of joy and relief to know you are unwed. Is that.. a good thing?

You're not even sure why you shook your head so vehemently when he first asked, as if you wanted there to be no mistake. Why would it matter to him if you are going to be married to someone or not? But something about his smile tells you it matters to him very much, though it is impossible for you to fathom why that could be. "Why do you ask..?" you question hesitantly, unsure of what you even hope to hear in response.

"Since I first saw you in the window, I've wanted to know you," he tells you earnestly, and your heart once again skips a beat. You knew he saw you, and you knew that were he perceptive enough to tell you aren't a maid he'd likely have questions about you or lingering curiosity. But it still surprises you that he shows this much interest- that it's more to him than just a passing question he'd be content to forget about in a day's time.

“Why didn’t you ask my mother then?” you ask him, though you suspect you know the answer. It’s not that he’s trying to solve a mystery or investigate why a seemingly innocuous girl is tucked away out of sight from visitors- and while you’re sure he’d welcome the answers to such questions, it’s more than that. For some strange reason, it’s just you- you as a person that he wants to know.

And you don’t know what to do with that. Your existence is so often ignored and trivialized, you can’t begin to understand why a glance of you in the window is enough to drive him to seek you out. You can’t understand what it is about you that is worth this, worth the curiosity and the climb to your window. Why would anyone want to speak to you so badly? You’re not special enough to warrant this.

“I did ask, and I didn’t like the answer,” Hyunjin says, and you blink in surprise. You can easily imagine that your step-mother would dismiss your existence when asked about you, or say something along the lines of “she doesn’t matter,” or “don’t worry about her, she’s nobody,”- so it’s not that that surprises you. What surprises you is that he heard an answer and not only didn’t accept it, but said he didn’t like it. Why?

Try as you might, you can't understand his motivations. Even if he could tell there was more that your step-mother wasn't telling him, why does he care so much about who you are? All visitors before Hyunjin who have stolen a glance at you either never asked about you, or have accepted her answers at face value, and it made sense that they did- because what reason did they have to push for the truth, or meet you regardless of her wishes?

“I’m interested in you, and I didn’t believe what I was told. I want to know you,” he continues, reiterates his sentiment, and you feel utterly frozen. All you can manage to do is blink up at him, your breath and words caught in your throat. And you realize your hand still rests in his, and you’re sure he can feel the way it trembles- from confusion, from nerves, from the simple act of even being held by someone for the first time since you were a child. But he doesn’t let go, and you don’t take it away- because he’s interested in you, and you want to know what that means, want to cling to the possibility that you can have the companionship that has eluded you for years.

“But.. why?” you finally ask, mind reeling from the possibilities. Regardless of what your step-mother may have told him, there’s one thing that she’s never wrong about- that you’re nobody, nothing, that your existence is a hindrance and you’re better off shoved aside where you can’t impose on her. You used to challenge that thought, but you’ve long since lost the will to fight against it, often finding yourself believing it to be true. And since you’re not special, or important, or particularly pretty, why is he so interested in you? You just don’t get it. 

"If you'll forgive me for being forward.. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. And I know it's presumptuous of me, and perhaps shallow, to want to meet you so badly for that alone but.. I couldn't let the image of you go. I had to take the chance to find out who you are," Hyunjin spills his thoughts freely, making his desires and motivations clear.

And just as before, it leaves you completely stunned. What he's saying.. that can't be right. You? The most beautiful he's ever seen? That feels like something you should be saying to him- Hyunjin is easily the most radiant and ethereal person you've ever seen, but he's saying all this about you?

You're rendered speechless, face burning impossibly hot as the words repeat themself in your mind on a loop. "I've got to go," he continues, slowly letting go of your hand as he prepares to return to the window, "but I want- I hope you’ll allow me to see you again." I hope you'll give me a chance to win your heart, he wants to add, but he's already been much more forward than he'd ever imagined himself to be, and he doesn't want to jeopardize anything that might be budding.

He steps back to the window and you follow, watching as he readies himself to climb back down the trellis he used to reach you. "We'll meet again?" he asks after settling his weight on the trellis, looking back at you with hopeful eyes. It feels foolish, and a bit naive to wish so hard that you'll desire to see him again; all he can do now is hope the impression he made is enough to allow you defy your sense of logic, just as you've done to him simply by looking his way.

You smile softly, the first smile you've shown him, the first you've done in God knows how long- and you nod as you promise him you will. You don't know how it will work or where it will lead, if anywhere, but you think you'd regret it if you didn't at least try. You miss companionship, you miss having someone to talk to, you miss smiling and the feeling of comfort and joy that comes from being close with someone who understands and knows you. You don't want to let this opportunity to have someone in your life slip you by.

Hyunjin's heart jumped when you smiled at him, and he returned the smile brightly as he said his goodbyes, heart still thumping and smile still plastered on his face as he descended the trellis. He looks back to the window, waving to you when he sees you watching from between the curtains, a giddy feeling building in his stomach when you wave back. Following the dirt road away from the manor, he meets back up with Chris at the carriage, happily relaying everything that happened to him on their way back to the castle.

You retired to your bed once Hyunjin was out of sight, but found it hard to sleep following your interactions. Curled up under the blankets, eyes closed and heavy, ready to sleep, but mind racing and replaying the night's events. There's a chance that this is a mistake, but you don't think you'll regret having taken the chance- because the hope and joy you feel now is the most delightful feeling you've experienced since you were a girl, and that feeling alone is worth whatever trouble it may bring your way.

It's hard to explain in words the emotions that come from having Hyunjin close to you. From having just a few short months ago gone from spending your nights restless from loneliness, to now lying awake in bed wondering if tonight will be one of the nights you hear his tap on your window. Going from hardly ever speaking a word, to now talking so much that your throat aches. To never feeling the warmth of another, to lingering touches and reluctant parting of held hands heating your skin.

You suppose what you can say is that it feels like the hole in your heart is being mended; a void wrenched open by loss and sadness slowly repaired with each clandestine meeting you share. It's bittersweet, sometimes; your melancholy was easier to ignore when you didn't have someone to share your thoughts and feelings with. It’s strange, how gaining what you were missing makes the bad in your life hurt much worse. It awakens a new fear within you- that one day, Hyunjin will tire of you, and you'll be alone once more.

As if knowing your fears, irrational or not, Hyunjin makes it no secret how he feels about you, or what he hopes the two of you may become. Besides, the very reason he first came to the manor was to answer a marriage proposal- so of course he makes it clear how much he likes you. And though you're aware of his feelings, you don't feel any sort of pressure or expectation from him, nor does he ever make you uncomfortable. You get the distinct impression that should you ever reject him, Hyunjin would move on gracefully, even if it weighed heavily on his heart.

All that being said, he hasn't blatantly asked you to be his bride yet, though it is obvious he wishes to. And putting aside what is rational, proper, or logical, you don't think you'd turn him down were he to ask you now. Hyunjin has become the highlight of your days, the hope that keeps you going when loneliness and sadness acutely strike you. He's radiant and intelligent and effortlessly witty; and you can still remember the way his eyes lit up the first time he made you laugh.

You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing too loudly, and Hyunjin's eyes crinkled as his smile beamed. He told you it was the prettiest sound he'd ever heard, that happiness suited you much more than sadness, that he hoped you'd smile and laugh more than you'd frown. And you think as long as you're with him, that'll be an easy promise to keep.

You've confided in him much of your life, your thoughts, and your feelings. He's an attentive listener, as well as empathetic and compassionate. And while you're sure to most it's the bare minimum, it felt nice to be listened to for once; to cry openly without being ignored, or mocked on the off chance you were acknowledged. It was nice to be held and gently consoled as you let out years worth of pent up tears flow out, though by the end you were always greatly embarrassed by your red eyes and puffy face.

Hyunjin, who wasn't fond of your step-mother from the start, liked her even less after you'd explained what you'd gone through following the loss of your father. It was interesting, as well as vindicating, hearing in detail his first impression of her, and how accurately he pin-pointed her personality and motivations. He told you he was used to dealing with people such as her, and his ability to nail her down was proof enough of that.

That's why he likes you, he said; likes that you're nothing like your step-mother, or step-sisters, or the countless other people he's met that hold the same motivations and values as them. There was no denying that his attraction to you started with your appearance, he admitted so himself right from the start, but you believe him when he says he's not superficial enough to marry for looks alone.

Whether you're as pretty as he says you are is still a matter of contention within yourself, but you try not to reject the compliments; especially not when he speaks them so earnestly. You don't find yourself special, but maybe it's enough that he does. And you recognize that everything about your relationship with Hyunjin is unconventional, but you don't dwell much on it.

You never would've had the chance to meet someone normally, and you welcome the solace and joy he brings you just by being near. When you think further upon how close the two of you have become, you wonder if words like "friend" or "companion" are enough. You wonder if this is what it means to be in love, if longing and desire and joy are really as hand in hand as they were always portrayed in your novels.

His tap on your window comes earlier than you expect it to today, elation spreading through your veins instantly as you rush to the window to open it for him. Normally, Hyunjin doesn't come to you until the sun has long since fallen, but tonight he arrives while the last specs of sunset still linger on the horizon. "You're early," you comment simply, a small smile spreading on your lips as he steps his way inside to your bedroom.

"Couldn't wait anymore," he replies, meeting you with a soft smile of his own. Summer brought with it longer days, which meant longer waits for Hyunjin to arrive at your window, and less time spent together before he had to rush back to his home. He pulls you into an embrace, gentle and warm, and you squeeze him tight for a small moment before you allow yourself to melt in his arms.

His hands rest comfortably on your back, lingering even as you pull slightly away to look up at him. "Your hair has gotten longer," you muse, taking a soft strand into your hand and admiring it between your fingers. "Has it?" he asks, having not noticed himself; it's hard to notice subtle changes considering he sees it everyday. "Do you like it?" he follows up, ever so slightly tilting his head as he awaits your answer. 

"I do," you reply as you let it fall from your fingertips, now letting your hand fall to his shoulder, "it's pretty." He hums in response, smile turning bashful. Since becoming more comfortable in his presence, you speak your mind more openly, which also means he receives more compliments from you. There's a shyness that lingers, a blush often overtaking your cheeks after an admittance of finding him pretty, or handsome, or beautiful, but it never stops you from saying what you truly think.

Hyunjin is used to receiving compliments; and it's not meant to sound vain, but that's the reality of being the prince. And because he is used to them, he is normally unaffected by such words; but with you it's different. He isn't blind, of course, he knows he's conventionally attractive- but it's the intent of the words that matter. Unlike others he's met, you are genuine and sincere. You don't speak with ulterior motives, you don't say things unless you earnestly mean them.

So, when you say he's pretty, he takes great pride in it; because you aren't saying it out of a sense of obligation or gain. You just like him, and he likes you- that's all there is to your interactions. The affection you share is the realest thing he's ever felt, refreshing and authentic.

You know he's the prince, though he hasn't yet told you himself; you overheard your sisters speaking about it to each other just a few days after their arranged meeting. They were by your door, loud voices carrying and infiltrating your space. You think you were meant to hear it- vain and confident in themselves as they are, you suspect they wanted to rub it in that one of them would marry the prince.

Not that you cared- unbeknownst to them, you already met him yourself, and you’re the one the prince really shows interest in. And his identity shocked you at first, but as you thought about it more, it made sense; his impressive carriage, his elegant attire, the way he carried himself and spoke, why you thought you recognized his family crest- it all clicked.

Given all you've learned about him, what he thinks about the world and what he values, it makes sense that he wouldn't tell you right away, and you don't hold it against him. Going your whole life questioning the motives of others, and perceptively picking up on their dishonesty.. it must be hard. You can't even imagine it.

In turn, Hyunjin can't imagine how hard your own sufferings have been, his heart aching terribly for you whenever you put your sadness to words. There's a strange sort of comfort that comes from it however; your lived experiences being so entirely different, but aligning in just a way that leads you to understand one another.

Still, there were many times that Hyunjin wished the solutions to your problems were easy- that he could just use his authority as prince of the realm to give you your life back. Unfortunately, he thinks his interference would only make things worse for you; wish as he may that he could simply order your step-mother to be kinder to you, there's no way he can do so without great risk to your well-being.

It's frustrating and saddening to realize how little his power can do to help the one he cares most deeply for. There were equally times he wishes he could just take you away from all that hurts you; but until you either agree to wed him, or he becomes king after marrying another, he has no authority over who may or may not reside in the castle.

His greatest hope, of course, is that you'll wish to marry him. He doesn't even want to think about the devastation that will be wrought upon him should you reject him. You like each other, that much is true and plainly obvious, but marriage, especially to someone destined to rule, may not be something you want. And besides that, he's always wanted his marriage to have real affection tied to it- and until he knows definitively where your heart lies, he will be patient.

Though they sound like complaints, Hyunjin actually loves the progression of your relationship. Yes, it saddens him that as things stand now he can't remove you from the source of your pain or change things, but there is an equal amount of good that has come from his experiences climbing to your window.

His heart beats fast and erratic whenever you look at him and smile, your soft, small giggles and sweet laughs make his ears and face burn pleasantly. It doesn't always show, given his natural charisma and learned manners, but you fluster him more than you realize. His brain stutters when you compliment him, his body crawls with goosebumps when you initiate a hug or hold his hand, he unconsciously holds his breath when your face ever comes slightly too close to his own.

Though his father still urges him to bring home a bride sooner rather than later, he has managed to quell his father's worries by describing his affection for you. It's also what allows him to regularly leave the castle to meet you, with Chris himself also attesting to how genuine the prince's infatuation for you is.

And it's moments like this, when you're in his arms and looking up at him with your soft doe eyes and sweet smile that he feels the urge to kiss you the most. Before he can think about it much longer, you're separating from his hold, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed with a softly spoken, "Shall we?"

It's your routine when he visits to sit or lie in your bed together, talking endlessly until the time comes that he has to depart. Sometimes you fall asleep, in which case he just indulges in the feeling of holding you close, stroking your head until the chirp of birds begins with the start of the sunrise, alerting him it's time to go.

Sometimes talking is too hard, and all you want is to feel him close and let your negative feelings wash away in his hold, and let them be replaced by his warmth. Sometimes you run out of things to say and simply enjoy each other's company in comfortable silence. Oftentimes, Hyunjin just being in your space with you is all you need to be happy. 

There's an unspoken hope there that you share- that someday soon you'll be able to fall asleep together, to wake together, to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, for every moment to be spent with the person that rouses your once dormant heart. There’s still part of you that questions if you can really be loved by someone as good as him, but it’s what you hope for more than you’ve ever hoped for anything.

"Wait-" Hyunjin calls softly as you begin to step towards the bed, and you stop, turning back to look at him with a curious tilt of the head and questioning eyes. He swallows, beginning to lose his nerve as you stare at him. He wants to tell you how badly he wants to kiss you, to ask if it's something you'll allow him, if you crave it as much as he does.

"What is it?" you ask, squeezing his hand when you feel the slight anxious tremble. His face reddens, and he internally curses himself for having such difficulty. He once felt it was entirely unlike him to be reduced to such shyness, but you bring it out of him with just a look. "I just.. uh, well-" he starts, but before he can get much further, you hear a sound from the hallway that makes you jump.

"Shit-" you mutter in a harsh whisper, the sound of a metal object clinking just outside your door. Hyunjin doesn't realize what it is just yet, but the sound is one you can instantly recognize- it's the sound of your step-mother taking the padlock into her hands. You scramble to push Hyunjin in the direction of your bathroom as you hear the lock begin to turn, afterwards standing near your open window as calmly and naturally as you can manage.

Hyunjin doesn't have any time to think about what's happening, or to dwell on the sound he heard outside your door before he hears it start to swing open. All he can do is hide himself behind your bathroom door, and pray that whoever is entering your bedroom has no reason to step inside your bathroom.

Your step-mother enters your room with suspicion clear on her face, looking around the room with narrow eyes and scrunched brows. You take a quick, cautious glance towards your bathroom, relieved to notice that Hyunjin isn't in immediate sight. Thank God, you think; you don't know how she'd react to seeing the prince inside your bedroom, and you don't want to find out.

"Who are you talking to?" she asks, taking a stern step closer to you. You swallow down your nerves the best you can as you prepare yourself to answer- you can't give her any reason to suspect you're lying. "I was talking to the birds," you answer, pointing to where a nest of them rests on the tree nearest to your window.

The family of birds are settling in for sleep now that the sun has sunk, and you hope your step-mother finds it believable enough that you'd talk to them as they ready themselves for bed. Her eyes follow where you point, easily spotting the birds beginning to tuck their heads down, and she scoffs. She could've sworn she heard another voice replying to you but.. that'd be impossible, wouldn't it? Who would even be here talking to you?

Yes, though she hates to admit when she's wrong, she was likely just mistaken. The other voice she thought she heard was likely just you supplementing a conversation you wish you could be having with another person. There were never two people- just you, and the lonely life she inflicts upon you. So she smiles, condescending as ever as she speaks, "Yes, well. I suppose that's all you can do."

Your step-mother takes one more cursory glance around your room before she decides she's satisfied and turns to exit your bedroom. You breathe a sigh of relief when she finally steps out the door, and Hyunjin steps out from your bathroom just as the sound of the lock on your bedroom door clicks shut. He recognizes what it is more clearly after hearing the sound of the lock a second time, and his heart sinks at the realization of what that sound means.

"Hyunjin?" you whisper in question as he walks right past you, heading straight for your closed bedroom door. He takes the doorknob in his hand, twists it and pushes the door- and what he feared to be true is immediately confirmed. The door doesn't open, harshly stopped as the lock clanks against the door from the motion of it trying to be opened- you're locked in. Why are you locked in?

When he turns back to you, you say nothing; just look at him with those deeply saddened eyes that twists his heart into knots. "You're.. are you always locked in your room?" he asks, though he dreads the answer- and he suspects he already knows. You feel as if you'll sob if you speak, so you don't- you just nod.

His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, a complex mix of sadness and rage on your behalf beginning to boil in his veins. He knew your step-mother to be vindictive, vain, materialistic, mean, but this.. It was a cruelty positively unheard of, and he couldn't fathom why anyone would have so much hatred in their heart as to resort to this.

He clenches his fists, takes a breath, tries to quell the intensity of his anger before he steps back to you. Your eyes have fallen to the floor, head hung low, hands balled into fists. Hyunjin softly calls your name once he's returned to your side, and you look up at him, eyes glassy as you blink away the tears that try to form. He wraps his arms around you, pulls you to his chest and hugs you tight.

Your reaction is delayed, the complex whir of emotions dulling your senses, but you eventually return the hug. You hold him the tightest you ever have, your hands gripping and bunching the fabric of his linen shirt. Carefully, Hyunjin leads you to your bed, where he knows you find the most comfort. You crawl into bed as soon as he pulls back the blankets, practically curling into a ball as soon as your head hits the pillow.

Hyunjin lies next to you, pulls the blankets up to your chests once he's settled, holding you once more after you move in closer. You press yourself close to him, curling your limbs around his, clinging to him in a desperate need to stay as close as possible. Head pressed into his chest, he softly strokes your head, whispering comforts to you until he feels your body begin to lose its built tension.

Now more than ever, Hyunjin is firm in his belief that he can't let things stay this way- there has to be some way he can use his power to help you. He doesn't want to walk away after knowing the true depth of all that you suffer, he wouldn't forgive himself if he did. Again, he calls to you softly, and when you look up at him he asks, "Do you want to leave? Get away from here?"

You blink, processing the question and wondering how you should answer. Unfortunately, the answer isn't an entirely simple yes or no. The truth is, you wish you didn't have to; this is your father’s manor, the house you grew up in, and though you've suffered greatly since his passing, you find it hard to let go of the happy memories that came before the tragedy.

Despite that, even if he were still here now, it is true that you'd have to leave eventually; you'd marry someday, and married women always leave their childhood homes behind when they wed. Still, when you think of never seeing the manor again, of never returning to your childhood bedroom or talking again with the maids who helped raise you, you feel impossibly sad.

You wish you didn't feel so tied to your home, but it's hard to let go, even when you know it is what's best for you. Additionally, when you did let your mind wander and think about what sort of life you'd lead if you ran away, you realized you were impossibly scared of the world. You've been locked away for so long that you don't remember the way to the places you once recognized, all your connections have been severed, and getting to the castle city, even if you did remember the way, would take days on foot.

Add the fact that you'd have no money, and no way to prepare food for the trip without getting caught, you never let yourself entertain the thought of running away past the occasional frivolous daydream. Sure, you could climb from your window and leave without getting caught, but you could never convince yourself that it was worth trying.

But now you have someone, don't you? Someone who cares about you, who would help you find your way in the vast world you've been kept away from, someone who doesn't want to sit idly by and let you suffer any longer. All you've done since meeting Hyunjin is hope- and the more you look at him and see how vividly he cares, you think that maybe your hope isn’t misplaced. That maybe the life you’ve always wished for is actually obtainable if only you just try.

"If I leave.. where would I go?" you can't help but ask now that you are entertaining the thought of fleeing from the source of your suffering. Realistically, you know there is no way you can do this without Hyunjin's help, and you're sure he knows this too, but you don't want to ask too much of him. You're thankful to have him to rely on, but you don't want to impose- so it's imperative to you that he offers first, so that you don't feel as if you're burdening him.

"Stay with me," he offers without any hint of hesitation, "even if we never wed, even if you never desire me the way I desire you, stay with me." Hyunjin takes your hands in his, squeezes them in his as he continues, "I promise, you’ll never have to suffer again as long as you are in the castle. Please, leave this place with me.”

Your heart skips and stutters, emotion crawls back up your spine and pricks your skin, hitching your breath. And shit, Hyunjin realizes what he just said- he got ahead of himself, and brought up that he lives in the castle. He wanted to admit the truth of his identity carefully, but now.. well, he supposes if you agreed to leave with him, it would've come out tonight regardless.

Still, he stutters as he tries to explain himself- how it was never intended to be a lie he kept from you. How he doesn't often have the chance to meet people who don't already know his status so when you didn't recognize him, it made him happy. How he enjoyed that you could talk to him without pretense, how refreshing it was to him and how it was exactly what he needed, what he'd been looking for.

You smile, even giggle a bit once he gets really deep into his spiraling ramble of explanations. He stops then, nervously giggling back when you squeeze his hands and tell him to slow down, that you understand him completely. "I knew," you tell him after a moment, "well, not the whole time- I didn't find out until later. But I didn't bring up that I knew because it didn't change anything for me. I never cared that you're the prince. To me, you're just Hyunjin."

God, the relief that spreads through his body at your words- a massive weight has lifted from his shoulders. And the confusion you felt about why someone like him could ever fancy you so much- you feel like you understand more now why he likes you, and it helps ease the burden of your self-doubt. You sit up from the bed, looking down at Hyunjin with a timid, yet eager smile.

"Let's go," you tell him, and he quickly sits up with you, a bright smile of his own plastered on his face. "Right now? You're sure?" he asks, trying (and failing) to hide the excitement in his voice. You nod, and he positively beams, ready to help you with everything you need. You don't have many bags, much less ones suited for travel- so you settle for choosing the largest of them all.

Hyunjin helps you back the things you can't bear to part with; old gifts from your father, sentimental pieces you can't bear to part with, the blanket your mother knitted for you when you were still growing inside- you stuff your bag to the brim with your most precious belongings. It's heavy by the time you're done, and Hyunjin takes it and slings it around his shoulders, promising to treat it with care until it's delivered safely to the carriage. "Are you ready?" he asks after you both approach the window, and you pause, turning around to take one last look at your bedroom.

Once you leave, you'll never be back, and with that comes strange, new and complex feelings. But you think it's more than past time you left this place behind, and made a new place your home- a place where you are free to be happy and to exist without guilt. "I'm ready," you affirm as you turn back to the window, and Hyunjin smiles and nods, giving your hand one last reassuring squeeze before he lets it go to climb out of your window.

Hyunjin steadies his weight on the trellis, and you lean out of your window to check how far down the ground is- and shit, you might be afraid of heights if the way your stomach drops is any indicator. "I'll wait for you at the bottom," he tells you after noticing the apprehensive look in your eyes, and you nod with an anxious swallow. Hyunjin has done this a million times at this point- you can do it too! No problem!

Of course, Hyunjin makes the climb look effortless, but you suspect you won't have nearly as easy of a time climbing down. Once he's finished his climb, he takes a few steps back to see you clearly when he looks up, smiling at you encouragingly. You take a breath to steel your nerves before you take a cautious step out of your window, carefully finding your footing on the trellis before adding your weight- the same way you saw him do it.

You descend much, much slower than Hyunjin did, impossibly terrified of losing your footing and falling to the dirt below. When you finally reach the bottom, you let out a massive sigh of relief, and Hyunjin pulls you into a hug, beaming as he squeezes you- he's proud of you, you think.

His joy adds to your own, so much so that you can't help but show it. Leaning closer, standing on the tips of your toes, you kiss his cheek- a way to tell him thank you, to show him how much you like him, and to convey how happy you are with him. He blushes ever so slightly as his smile grows, a giddy feeling once again building in his stomach.

"When all this is behind us, and you're safe at the castle with me.. Can I kiss you?" he finds the courage to ask, your face flushing as you smile and nod. "I'll look forward to it," you tell him, and you raise your pinky to him, intending for it to be a promise. With a soft chuckle, he interlocks his pinky with yours, happily solidifying the promise.

"This way," he tells you shortly after, separating your pinkies to take your hand in his, and lead you to where the carriage awaits him down the dirt road, and away from the manor. You take a final glance back at it as you walk with him, whisper goodbyes to all the things you'll miss, to your father most of all.

As the carriage comes into sight, it really sets in how real all of this is- how with this night, your life will become completely different. You wonder how everyone will react when your maids enter your room in the morning and find that you aren't there- part of you is sad you can't bid them goodbye personally, but you hope they'll be happy for you and wish you well.

You hear the coachman call to Hyunjin's attendant as you step closer, informing him with surprise in his voice that he is back earlier than expected- and with you. His attendant, who you know as Chris, and have heard many stories about, steps out of the carriage with an almost bewildered expression. He certainly wasn't expecting this to happen tonight.

Hand in hand, Hyunjin continues to lead you up to the now open door of the carriage, with Chris standing next to it. "Are you..?" he asks tentatively as he looks between you both. Together, romantically, you infer him to mean. "We'll discuss it later," Hyunjin says, turning to offer you his usual warm, reassuring smile before he looks back to his attendant, "for now, I'd like you to formally meet the future princess."

Living in the royal castle is something you never would've believed would ever happen to you, and it became your reality in the strangest of ways. To think that a beautiful man came to your window in the night, that said beautiful man wanted to marry you, and was the prince of the realm of all things.. It was confounding how you ended up here.

There's part of you, that even having known the truth for months, still can't seem to wrap your head around Hyunjin being the prince. You suppose it comes down to knowing something and seeing something being entirely different- because though you knew, you never, until now, saw him in his element, so to speak.

Watching him interact with the world behind your small scope was as enlightening as it was affirming; you saw a new side of him, but it was a side that was still firmly Hyunjin. He was eloquent but opinionated in royal discussions, he was kind and grateful to his workers, he was stern when something needed done, but never cruel or overly demanding- again, all you could think was that he’s perfect.

Was Hyunjin getting ahead of himself when he introduced you to his attendant as the future princess? Maybe. But though you haven't said it aloud, you think you fell for him harder since coming to the castle; and being the princess, while a stressful endeavor that requires you to intensively study politics and speech, will be worth it to stay by his side.

The parts of Hyunjin you've come to love the most are the parts you realized are reserved only for very few to see- the part that is wittier than political discussions will allow, who is secretly a bit dramatic when things don’t go his way, a hopeless romantic who clings to the ideals of literature.

And further beyond even that, are the parts of Hyunjin that are for you, and you alone; where natural charisma melts away into bashful sincerity. Whose soft, affectionately spoken words are said with an equal mix of earnesty and boyish timidity. Whose graceful confidence is intermixed with the subtle complexities of shyness and the seeking of your approval. 

All these aspects combined are what make him so special to you, and you will be forever grateful that after all the suffering you’ve endured, you are allowed to love someone as good as him, and are loved by him in return. And thanks to his help, not only do you live a life you could have only ever dreamed of, but are adjusting quite well to that new life.

Some things are the same, such as having kind maids who helped you settle and attended to your needs, but then there were things that were entirely different from the life you lived before. You have your own attendant now- a sweet boy that Christopher vouched for named Felix, who Hyunjin affirmed you would be able to trust with your life, as he does with his own attendant. And truly, Felix did quickly become someone you felt like you could rely on and trust; oftentimes, he feels more like a best friend than a royal attendant.

Though he makes sure you stay on top of your studies, and fulfill all tasks you need to have done, you can also easily spend hours giggling away about various things- like how Chris is so serious but also a secret softie underneath, about your relationship with Hyunjin, about Felix’s secret crush that he hopes to confess to after preparations for your wedding to Hyunjin are concluded.

It’ll still be some time before that day comes, as apparently the king is sparing no effort in making it an extravagant event to remember- his only son is being wed, after all; it’s worth the kingdom celebrating to the fullest extent possible. You try not to think about the life you left behind, but you often wonder if your step-mother and sisters have connected the dots between your disappearance from the manor, and the announcement of the prince’s wedding.

If not, she’s certain to realize once the day has arrived; because all reputable families of the kingdom are invited, and she never turns down a royal invitation. The offer to rescind their invitations came up, of course, but you declined- because there’s a part of you that sincerely wants this to strike your step-mother in the core of who she is, and make her reflect on herself. And if it doesn’t, well.. You’ll find some satisfaction in seeing her appalled and infuriated that you’re thriving despite her meddling in your life. 

Currently, you and Hyunjin still reside in separate rooms because unwed couples sharing a bed before marriage is deemed inappropriate- not that either of you care; it doesn't stop Hyunjin from sneaking to your room at night, in much the same way he did when you lived back in your father's manor. Sneaking across balconies, quietly climbing over each and every banister until he reaches your room- it's a far cry from the "proper" way a prince is expected to behave, but when it comes to the whims of his heart, he pays no mind to such expectations.

What was once a knock at your window is now a careful tap to the glass of your balcony door, where Hyunjin stands and waits with a shy grin for you to greet him. You never lock the doors, as you're sure he knows- but regardless, he always waits for you to come and let him in yourself. It's just the same tonight- he softly knocks and waits, smiling when he sees you rise from your bed to come to the doors.

"My darling," he greets you sweetly when you open the door, taking your hand and kissing just above the knuckle as he bows to you. You've experienced the greeting what feels like a hundred times over at this point, but it never fails to raise goosebumps on your skin; especially when he looks up at you and smiles before he straightens his back and stands tall once more.

Instead of inviting him inside, you step past the door to stand on the balcony with him, the cool breeze refreshing after having dealt with the heat of the late summer sun prior. He wraps you in his arms, wasting no time in tilting his head down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. His lips on your always fill you with just as many butterflies as the first time, his hands finding their way to your waist causing you to shiver.

"I've missed you," he breathes against your lips before he kisses you again, and you hum as you return the kiss, wordlessly agreeing with the sentiment. Preparing for the wedding makes you both incredibly busy these days, from dress fittings to studying in your case, and readying to ascend the throne in Hyunjin's.

With hardly any free time to yourselves, this is how Hyunjin ensures he gets the chance to spend at least some time with you. Sneaking over to your room, no matter how exhausted the day has made him, because now that you're in the castle with him, he can't go a single night without seeing you, feeling you, at least just once.

And normally, he would follow such a kiss with conversation- ask about your day, what you did and how you're feeling, what preparations for the wedding were done today, etcetera. But for whatever reason, right now he just wants to keep kissing you, over and over again, for as long as you'll allow him.

Maybe it’s because the last few nights he hardly got to see you for more than a few moments, leading to greater longing. Maybe it’s because the wedding looming closer makes the reality that you’re together feel so much more real- you’re his, and he’s yours, and there’s so much beauty in being in love, in promising that you’ll remain together no matter the years that pass or challenges that come.

Your arms wrap around his neck, your body pressing closer into his, and it’s almost criminal how much that simple of an action makes his head spin. You’re a clingy lover- not that Hyunjin minds by any means; he loves it, in fact. He loves feeling wanted and desired by you, and the way you crave and seek out his touch; the problem, so to speak, is the way his body reacts to your close proximity. It’s.. an indecent reaction- one that he has to do his best to contain, lest he do something improper and act gracelessly.

Still, you tempt him- with doe-eyed looks, pouting lips and gentle caresses to bare skin. He desires you, wants to lay your bare and look upon every inch of your body, to feel you naked beneath his fingertips- but he can’t, not yet. And so instead, he has to make a conscious effort to not linger on such thoughts, to swallow them down until the time is right. But the more time he spends with you, the more difficult a task it becomes; and now, after having gone a handful of days not being able to see him for more than a few passing moments, you cling to him more than usual, making the need inside him impossible to ignore. 

You drive him utterly crazy with a simple touch- and he wonders how much of it is a conscious decision, and how much is executed simply by instinct. Do you realize just how deeply you affect him, or do you act purely on what feels good and right to you? Maybe it’s an equal mix of both- enjoying the effect you have on him, but also thriving in the euphoria that touching him makes you feel.

You haven’t gone much further past passionate kissing and idle, yet purposeful, groping of each other’s bodies, as Hyunjin tries his best to be proper and “follow the rules”- in which having intimate relations whilst unwed is wildly improper, and against everything he’s ever been taught. But when the wind blows your robe partly open, and he sees nothing underneath but your soft white lingerie, he can’t help but recall that such rules have always been pointless to him.

Hyunjin has always followed his heart before considering consequences and what is "right." So, if you're in love, if you want each other more than words, if you know you're going to be wed soon anyways, why should he hold off from following what his heart desires? Nothing about your relationship with one another has ever been conventionally proper, nor followed pre-established rules and notions, so why hold himself to such things now?

Do you think and feel the same as him? He suspects you do, but tonight he intends to find out for sure instead of wasting any further time questioning the depth of your intent, and considering conventional rules above his feelings. His hands squeeze your waist as he turns you both around, pressing your backside against the sturdy balcony banister, the sound of surprise that leaves you muffled by his lips that have still yet to part from yours.

"I want you," he says after pulling away from your lips, though still close enough for you to feel his breath directly on your skin, "more than I fear is allowed." There’s a fear there- that the depth of his longing is entirely one-sided, that the way in which he craves you goes unrequited, that the longing you feel doesn’t go past its current boundary.

Hyunjin rests his forehead against yours, eyes staring straight into yours in a way that makes you feel equal parts vulnerable and warm. "Do you want me too?" he asks carefully, setting aside his nerves and uncertainty, his hands trailing over where the wind tousled your robe and exposed your shoulder.

"Say no, and I'll stop right now. We'll move on as if this never happened until you're ready to discuss it," he continues, hand pausing where the strap of your bra lies, uncovered thanks to your partially fallen robe, "but I need to know- if I am allowed to want you as badly as I do, and if you return these feelings." He watches your reaction attentively, unconsciously holding your breath as he waits for a hopefully favorable response.

You swallow, heart nearly beating out of your chest as you open your mouth to speak, and you're certain that Hyunjin can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin- goosebumps that exist solely because of him, and not at all from the late night chill. "I want you too," you respond, and you can see the way relief and excitement wash over him. A million promises and "thank you"'s linger on his lips, but instead of speaking them aloud, he pours them into his kiss, letting his body do the talking for him.

His hand travels away from your shoulder, down towards your waist, where your robe is held together with a loosely tied ribbon. The anticipation makes you shiver, and when you feel the knot come undone, you pull away to allow him the chance to look at you. It's utterly nerve wracking being this exposed, and you don't feel the least bit confident in yourself- but at the same time, you know how much Hyunjin reveres you, and so you want him to look.

While it's still a struggle to believe all that he sees in you, you know this is something he'll sincerely love. From the very moment your touches started to become more intimate he has craved this sight of you, and you grant him the opportunity to stare as much as he wishes to. You leave him breathless for a moment, and for quite possibly the first time, you watch in real time as something shifts inside of him.

The look in his eyes changes, first from awe as he unconsciously sucked in a breath, to utmost, almost overwhelming desire. He takes you in his arms and lifts you up, and you instinctively cling to him with a surprised squeak. His hands hold you up from under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around him while tightly holding his arms. He places you on the thick banister, and you shiver when the cold iron makes contact with your skin through the thin material of the robe you’re wearing.

He kisses you with fervor, his tongue sliding past your now parted lips. Comfortable with your position and Hyunjin’s strong hold on you, you move your hands from his arms to his face, holding it as you invite his tongue further inside your mouth. One of his hands continues to support you and hold you close to his body, while the other slips your robe further down, until it falls down your arms and pools at your elbows.

Another breeze rolls by, and you shiver once more, this time fully feeling the chill. Your thin, almost sheer lingerie does nothing to hide how hard your nipples have gotten, allowing Hyunjin to see them clearly when he pulls away from your kiss and glances down. He licks his lips as he stares at them, lets his free hand move away from your legs and up to your chest, palming one of your breasts over the thin fabric of your bra.

You gasp when his fingers brush your nipple over the fabric, and Hyunjin drinks in the way your body reacts to the near overwhelming sensation his fingers grant you. Your hands fall back to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as your body squirms. "Does it feel good?" he asks, this time watching your face as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, attentively watching the way your face changes.

Biting your lip and closing your eyes as you nod, your legs instinctively try to close together but are unable to due to his place between them. The soft, near whiny gasps you let out are intoxicatingly sweet, a sound Hyunjin could easily imagine himself becoming addicted to. He kisses you again, lingering on your lips and briefly muffling your whines before he trails down your jaw and to your neck, where he places wet, open mouthed kisses.

His touch makes you hot- so much so that the cool breeze no longer affects you the way it had moments prior, your shuddering coming solely from the way he's making you feel. He slips a hand inside your bra, touching your nipple directly now, the pad of his thumb rubbing over it in rhythmic strokes. He can feel your thighs tremble and squeeze him, still desperately trying to close together, driven by the innate need to seek friction.

You don’t outright say you need more, but your body does more than enough to tell him- and so Hyunjin dips his hand further down, slowly traveling between your bodies, over your stomach until it reaches its destination between your legs. He doesn’t know what to do, really- but he’s nothing if not a romantic at heart, and he lets that guide him onward. Following the romantic fantasies that often played in his head, he brings his lips back to yours, sensually kissing you as he rubs your heat over your panties.

It's so wet- much more than he ever could've anticipated. The fabric, that was already so thin and nearly sheer to begin with, has become almost entirely see through and now sticks to you uncomfortably (though Hyunjin’s hand is proving to be a perfect distraction from the discomfort.) His own fingers become slick even without direct contact, and it excites him as much as it drives his curiosity. What do you taste like? Is it okay for him to find out, or is that too far?

He wants to know, desperately wants to know- “Can I taste you, please?” he asks in a soft, pleading tone; it’s okay if you say no, he’d never question your limits, but fuck, he really wants it. You let out a breathy, eager “yes,” to which he responds with the most breathtaking smile. You watch with bated breath as he begins to trail kisses down your torso, leaving a few lingering touches to your nipples and stomach on his way down.

Hyunjin helps you slide off the banister, hands securely on your hips and guiding you forward, closer to him. He completely kneels down in front of you, presses soft kisses to your inner thighs as he guides one of your legs to rest over his shoulder. You lean back against the banister, your hands holding it for support while his hands rub over the back of your thighs and to your ass. He holds you there, occasionally squeezing, and you can feel him smile against the meat of your thighs when it causes you to squirm in his hold.

You watch his tongue dart out from between his lips, wetting them before he finally brings his face closer to your center, giving you a curious kitten lick over your panties. That alone is enough to make you jolt, and he squeezes you a bit tighter in response, trying to help you stay still while he explores the newly accessible parts of your body.

He can’t think of a single thing he could compare your taste to, but he loves it, an involuntary noise of pleasure rising from his throat. He quickly grows dissatisfied with small, careful licks- he needs more of you on his tongue, needs to taste you directly. But rather than separating from you and wasting precious time getting your panties off you, he decides it's a better idea to simply pull them to the side.

Your balance falters for a moment when he moves his hand away from your behind to shift your panties out of his way, but he’s quick to bring it back and continue to hold you once his tongue has once again met your core. Your grip on the railing tightens, head falling back and eyes fluttering closed as you let out a low moan. You never expected to be experiencing your first time with something like this outside, on your new balcony of all places, but you can't deny that it excites you.

It's fun, exhilarating, almost freeing- something that would've forever eluded you had you not met Hyunjin, and fallen in love with him. And oh, you’ve never felt anything as good as his tongue between your folds. You divert your gaze back down, mesmerized by the sight of him between your quivering thighs, and he too is mesmerized- by your taste, by the way you drip on his tongue, by the way you gasp and cry out when his tongue finds your clit.

He alternates between swirling his tongue around it, and giving you long, flat licks, both of which drive you crazy with need for more. You try your best to not let your noises get past a certain volume, teeth digging into your bottom lip almost painfully, hands desperately clutching at the banister as your body involuntarily trembles. It doesn't take long for Hyunjin to find the pattern you like, what motions cause you to cry the loudest despite your desperate attempts to contain yourself.

Your stomach rapidly tenses and contracts, your moans quickly turning into high-pitched whines as you’re driven closer and closer to release. You’re dizzy, mind practically floating with immense pleasure, your hips unconsciously rolling into his face as you seek sweet, blinding relief. Hyunjin’s cock throbs painfully in his trousers, straining against the fabric that has now grown tight around him, but he ignores it, completely focused on you.

He looks up at you from between your legs, watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you take desperate, panting breaths, sweating clinging to you in an ethereal sheen. You take one of your hands off the banister, instead burying your fingers into Hyunjin’s long hair. He groans against you, unexpectedly enjoying the way you slightly tug on the loose strands.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach grows in intensity, your eyes rolling back as he flattens his tongue and lets you grind against it as you please. You let go of his hair when you feel your orgasm start to peak to clamp your hand over your mouth, wanting to avoid waking the entirety of the castle with your moans if you can help it.

He squeezes you once more, does his best to hold you upright as you lose yourself to the feeling. It feels so good you almost can’t breathe, the tingling that starts in your spine spreading throughout your entire body, as mind numbingly euphoric as it is overwhelming. He doesn’t separate from you until he feels your thighs relax and legs go limp, carefully removing your leg from its perch on his shoulder, holding you steady as he rises back up to his feet.

It takes you a moment to return your senses, only just barely registering Hyunjin talking to you as you blink away the fog of pleasure muddling your brain. He’s asking things like if you’re okay and if it felt good, grinning when you nod and answer him with meek affirmations. When he kisses you, you can taste yourself on him, and it somehow adds to just how amazing you feel.

It’s in that moment, where he’s stroking your cheek while kissing you, tongue exploring your mouth and sharing the taste of your release with you, that you decide you want to return the favor. Mirroring what he’s done to you, you let your hands wander his body until they meet the waistband of his trousers, where you slowly undo the buttons. His breath hitches when you sink to your knees, anticipation rising in tandem with his nerves.

Will you like what you see? It’s not something he’s ever worried about before, but now he finds himself awaiting your reaction anxiously. Wanting to spare him the late night chill, you don’t pull his trousers and underwear all the way down, instead just pulling down enough for his cock to spring free of its confines. And, wow- it’s much longer than you expected, as well as mouth-wateringly pretty, the vein running along the length utterly entrancing to you.

Pre-cum leaks steadily from the tip, and you curiously stick out your tongue to taste it as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He hisses and softly gasps, twitching and throbbing in your hand that is so much softer than his own. You quickly move on from small, careful and curious licks to swirling your tongue around the tip, sometimes stopping the movement of your tongue to press wet kisses to it.

His pre-cum smears over the tip and all over your lips thanks to your kisses, and it’s easily the most erotic thing he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing. And God, when you look up at him through your lashes as you kiss him, your pretty lips wet and glistening because of his release- he has to make conscious effort to not let out a visceral groan.

After a few more soft, wet kiss, you open your mouth and flatten your tongue, leaning forward on your knees, using your hand to guide his cock into your eager mouth. His body shudders as he groans, the more you take of him into your mouth, the more he struggles to restrain himself. Hyunjin leans forward, grabs the banister for support while he watches you try to work him in past your limits- taking him in until you gag, retreating just long enough to recover before resuming, trying to take him further than last time with each attempt. 

Tears prick the corners of your mouth, threatening to fall with each additional inch taken down your throat, but you refuse to concede. He brought you such unimaginable bliss- and you’ll do anything to make him feel the same. Just as Hyunjin had done, you proceed purely on instinct, staring up at him as you finally succeed in taking his entire length into your mouth. And fuck, the sight of you- how is he supposed to retain composure after seeing you like this? 

Grip on the railing tightening, his eyes roll back when you start bobbing your head along his length, the sound of his cock sliding back and forth in your mouth creating impossibly salacious wet sounds. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth, down to your chest and thighs, but you continue on, paying no mind to the mess you're making on yourself.

For the first time, you hear Hyunjin speak with an utter loss of composure- no smooth charisma, no eloquently crafted line of dialogue; just pure, pleasured rambling. "Darling, I can't- feels so good, I-" he cuts himself off with a curse, biting his lip as he feels you caress his throbbing vein with your tongue. He’s never felt so good before, and he’s so close- but what is he supposed to do? Release in your mouth? Is that even okay?

He intends to ask, opening his eyes to look at you as he does, but oh- the sight of you instantly causes the words to die in his throat, the sight of you paired with pleasure he feels is just too much for him. He cums with a moan, loud and pretty, his cum gagging you as it shoots straight down your throat. You pull away seconds later, releasing him from your mouth with a pop, swallowing the cum that lingers on the back of your tongue as you wipe your lips clean with the back of your hand. You look up at him next, taking in the sight of your normally elegant lover looking so debauched. He’s breathless and utterly disheveled, but still so impossibly perfect.

Hyunjin helps you to your feet after he’s collected himself, pulling you into an emotionally charged, sensual kiss; lips parted, tongue seeking yours. He lifts you up once more, deciding that both of you have spent more than enough time on the balcony, continuing to kiss you even as he carries you inside your bedroom. It makes the walk more precarious, but neither of you care, absorbed in one another as you are. And maybe you should feel some amount of shame for having pleasured one another in such an open space, but it’s the furthest thing from your minds. 

All that matters is Hyunjin; how he makes you feel, and how you make him feel. Lying you on your bed as gently as he can manage, he finds his place between your legs as you fall to your back. His hands find the waistband of your panties, and you lift your hips to help him slide them off your body. Your robe is the next thing to be removed in your flurry of impassioned kisses, followed by your bra, and all of Hyunjin’s clothes. 

“Love you so much, my darling,” he breathes against your skin between his kisses to your lips, hands roaming your body, “want to be inside you.” You pull away enough to see him clearly, your eyes finding his even in the dark of your room. “I want it to,” you admit softly, heat rising to your face, “I love you, Hyunjin.” He smiles, brief and timid, before he kisses you again, slipping one of his hands between your thighs to feel your heat with his fingers.

He rubs his fingers between your folds, and you let out a shuddering breath, body trembling with anticipation. You’re still so wet, and Hyunjin can’t help but involuntarily groan when he imagines what you’ll feel like wrapped around his cock. He takes his cock in his hand, smears your essence along it to get it wet, glancing up at you after he aligns himself with your hole. You look apprehensive, and he’s immediately worried you’ve changed your mind and want him to stop- 

But when he offers, you quickly shake your head. You’re nervous, that much is true, but you want this- everything you experience with Hyunjin is new and beautiful, and you’re certain this will be too. And every time you’ve been hesitant, or scared, or anxious, he was there for you; he held you and listened to you and helped you find not only the courage to be where you are now, but your self-worth too. You love him, you trust him- and what better way to show him the depth of your love and trust, than to offer yourself to him, body and soul. 

With one last affectionate kiss, a softly spoken promise to always take care of you, he begins to slowly push inside you. You both gasp, sensitive from your prior orgasms, the effect profound even before he’s all the way inside. There’s a slight discomfort at first that quickly gives way to tingly pleasure across your body, the sensation effectively stealing the breath from your lungs. Hyunjin clenches his jaw, breath growing more labored, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you even when his body is completely still.

He leans back down to you once your hips are flush together, wraps his arms around you, pressing your body against his. You wrap your arms around his neck, while he holds you under your shoulders, kissing you as he experimentally rolls his hips into yours. Each roll of his hips is slow and purposeful, as is each kiss you share. You understand now, why sex is often referred to as making love- because there can truly be no other way to describe the moment you share, and the feelings that come with it.

When he pulls away and looks down at you, his heart races even faster; you’re so pretty, beautiful- with your hair fanned out around you, the moon shining through your balcony doors highlighting the sheen of sweat in the most ethereal way. All he can think about is how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you, how good you are to him. You’re perfect, utterly perfect in every conceivable way- and he knows you’d say just the same about him, would still find new ways to compliment him once you ran out of words.

Despite the languid pace, it doesn’t take long for Hyunjin to feel close again- he’s already cum once, and the sensitivity he feels from it in combination with the way your walls squeeze him is impossibly overwhelming. He squeezes you closer, his chest pressed against yours, his face burying its way into your neck. You can tell how close he is, from the way he twitches and throbs inside you, to the way he gasps and moans close to your ear. 

Wanting to cum again with him, you move your dominant hand between your bodies, finding your clit with your fingers. When Hyunjin feels what you’re doing, he separates from you enough to watch, looking between your bodies to watch the way your fingers move. Your walls start to squeeze him tighter as you work yourself close to your release, and he can’t help but groan, hips picking up speed as he chases his orgasm with you. 

Your noises grow louder once he picks up his pace, and you’re sure the guards outside your room have realized what’s happening- but neither of you can bring yourselves to care about containing yourselves anymore. You cum in tandem with one another- Hyunjin first, a strained groan of your name passing his lips as his cum shoots deep inside you, the feeling of it sending you over the edge with him. 

Both of you are breathless and hot, with hearts thumping the hardest they ever have, but he kisses you regardless, paying no mind to his desperate need to catch his breath. He brings one of his hands to your face, caresses it as he kisses you, and still after he pulls away. He looks at you with such pure affection, soft admissions of love and tender care softly spoken for only you to hear. 

Even after he carefully pulls out, he sticks close to your side, holding you close in his arms, refusing to leave you to go back to his own room. This is his place now- with you, listening to your soft breaths and stroking your head as sleep begins to take you. His own eyes quickly grow heavy, your warmth inviting, and he knows he’ll soon fall asleep with you. He whispers his affections, his love for you and how happy he is, knowing that this night is just one of many perfect nights you’ll continue to share in the future. 

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Things listed that they spent the money on:

Rent/Housing

Durable Goods

Furniture

Food

Transit

Used Car

Clothing

It was a small study and they selected away from people who may have used the money on "temptation goods" (e.g. drugs and alcohol), but it goes to show that homeless people aren't a monolith who, as a whole, are just going to spend that money on booze and blow thus should never have access to cash because "they're too irresponsible".

Unless you talk to people, you have no idea why they're homeless. And with the cost of living crisis in Vancouver, where this was done, this is all the truer. Supports are far between, there's few mental health services (unless you can pay for it), and people working two jobs can still be priced out of the housing market.

Not that people with addictions shouldn't also have the dignity of housing, clean clothes, and a full belly, but the idea that homeless people are on the street "because they're junkies and didn't bootstrap hard enough to get off the street" is pervasive in BC and used an excuse for there to be no government support and to feel appalled someone dared ask them for change.

The participants who were given cash were compared with 65 homeless people who did not get the payment. Those who got the payment did not spend more money on "temptation goods," spent 99 fewer days homeless, increased their savings and spent less time in shelters which "saved society" $777 per person, according to a news release from UBC.

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I love how you write about the tieflings so much! I totally fig all the headcannons and everything!

Now.. in the spirit of the heat and rut stuff.. whatnif the tieflimg ba helors arent in a rut and find their tiefling girlfriends in heat?

Like they walk in and they see their girlfriend fingering themselves or humbing a pillow whimpering and moaning and stuff.

Here's the first post of the year guys! Sorry for the short hiatus, work has been busy and my dog currently has an infection I needed to take him to the vet for (let me know if anyone wants pictures of him in his cone of shame lmao). Starting the year off right, with some heat and rut smut! I tried out a format I've used similarly before, hopefully you guys like it! Thanks for the request Nanitheart :)

The tiefling bachelors (+Halsin) when their partner is in heat

Dammon

Dammon keeps a mental note of when your last heat was and when he can expect your next one

Luckily your heat tends to line up pretty well with his own rut

However, he spends a lot of time at work away from the house and it's really not uncommon for him to come home to the surprise of you in heat

It's apparent as soon as he comes home, finding himself surrounded by your scent the moment he walks over the threshold

By time Dammons made it to your bedroom he's already in his underwear

The two of you will be finding his clothes around the house for weeks

He's already flushed when he reaches you, unbearably hard when he sees you taking advantage of the toy he'd gotten you a while ago

The sound of blood rushing through your ears deafens you to anything else, eyes closed as you arch your back and try to find yet another release. You'd been stuck there all afternoon, writhing in your sheets, and had to resort to the dildo your lover had gifted you. In his absence you'd soon grown bored with just fingers.

A loud moan leaves you as your body trembles, legs splayed and a hand thrusting the toy as deep as possible. The way it stretched you felt good but it wasn't the same. It wasn't Dammon. Only then does your partner make himself known, voice cutting clear through your lust hazed mind.

"Oh, my darling, how long have you been like this?" Dammon asks, crawling over you on the bed. His own hand covers yours to carefully thrust the toy slowly inside you again. "Do you need me to make you feel better? Can't cum again without my help?" It's all teasing, you know it is, but an involuntary whine of his name leaves your throat as you nod.

It's not long before strong hands grip your legs and pull you forward, Dammon kneeling happily between your legs. You're about to whine again before you feel it, the firm tip of his tail brushing over your already full entrance and slipping in alongside the toy.

"Let me prepare you first, baby."

Zevlor

Zevlor keeps a calender in his private study that tracks your heats and his ruts

He actually knows when you're in heat before you do sometimes

On the odd occasion you happen to go on heat unexpectedly, he treats it like a pleasant little surprise

Another one that realises as soon as he opens the front door

Zevlors been through more then a few ruts brought on early by things like this so he's a lot less impatient

Knocks on the bedroom door before entering so he doesn't surprise you

What he wasn't expecting was to hear you already crying out for him, or to open the door and see you knuckle deep fingering yourself

It seems like it's been an eternity since the burning arousal of your heat flooded you, confining you to the plush bed you and Zevlor share. Burying your face into his pillow is one of the few things that helps, indulging in the scent of him as you touch yourself. If you think hard enough you can almost hear him.

Then the bed dips. Soon calloused hands are running up your bare legs as your bleary eyes meet Zevlors. His pupils are mere pinpricks as his rut settles in, his own arousal clear as your eyes dip between his legs. "How long have you been here like this, my love?" He asks, tender words paired with him swatting your hand away to replace it with his own.

You let out a low moan as two of his fingers push into you, stretching you more than your own ever could. "Too long... Please Zev-" You're soon calmed with gentle shushes, Zevlor carefully adding in a third finger as he shifts lower on the bed. Warm breath ghosts over your skin as he leans in, spreading warm kisses up the tops of your thigh.

"It's okay, let me take care of you now."

Rolan

This man has no space in his mind for tracking heats and ruts, he usually forgets when his own rut is going to hit

It's really not a surprise for him to take a while to realise you've gone on heat

What is a surprise is just how long he spent away from the tower this particular time, picking up some things for the store before seeing his siblings

You can imagine his shock when he'd left you relaxing in his office with a book and comes back to you grinding against a pillow on your shared bed

His mouth goes dry at the sight of your hips rolling against it, head thrown back in frustration

Rolans own rut hits him like a truck and all he can think of is how much he needs to fuck you

As soon as you turn to look at him again all bets are off, and soon Rolans clothes are too

You're hardly able to get a glance at your lover before he pounces on you, feeling yourself fall with a rush as a hard body presses you to the bed. Sharp teeth tease and nip at your neck, leaving claiming marks and small bruises in their wake. Soon, you hear the small growl from Rolans chest.

"So fucking desperate you had to grind against my pillow to get off?" He sneers, pulling back to flip you to your stomach. Clawed hand pull your hips so you lie head down and ass up just how he likes. Already you feel him sliding his cock against your entrance, grinding against you.

A whine and a plead leave you, exactly what Rolan likes. His long cock slides in easily with how you're prepared and feels endless as he fills you slowly. Soon you realise that's the only time he'll be slow with you, quickly pulling out before snapping his hips back against yours.

He takes you like this for the rest of the night, teasing and punishing you for making a mess of his pillow. Hands and a tail pull and push you in different positions over and over again. Rolan isn't pleased until you're panting and fucked out beneath him, so full with his cum that it drips down your thighs.

Halsin

Halsin is very aware of heats and ruts, despite not being affected personally

Just ask how he got his scar across his face and you'll realise how familiar he is

Despite not being able to smell when your hormones change like a male tiefling might, he's still very accurate when assuming when you'll go on heat

And there's no better sight in his opinion than walking in on you all flushed and needy right at the begining of your heat

When you just clue on to what's happing and why your thoughts keep straying to your elven lover

Halsins happy to drag things out a little, braiding your hair back if it's long enough, making sure you have food

The entire time you're whining for him, pressing your thighs together in your need for this man, until he finally takes you to bed

Shock rushes through you as you're swept up to a bridal carry, surrounded by firm muscles as you're carried out of the room. It's easy enough to lean up, lips covering the tan neck in front of you with kisses and nips as a chuckle leaves the chest you rest against. Halsin tightens his grip on you, his easygoing grin deceptive compared to his sharp eyes.

You're soon tossed into a pile of blankets and first on your shared bed, trying to shed your clothes once free of Halsins grip. Calloused hands join you, freeing you from fabric confines and running over your bare skin. Two thick fingers run over your entrance, teasing against it before pressing in and stretching you out on him. Even just the two fingers feel unbelievably thick, your back arching as they slip in deeper.

"So beautiful, Silvanus has truly blessed me with this sight." Halsin chuckles, watching as you writhe at the feeling of his fingers and slipping in a third. Every moan you let out goes straight to the mans dick, the sight of it mouthwatering as it presses against the crotch of his pants. You'll have to wait, though, and let your lover bring you to ecstasy with only his fingers first. Repeatedly

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Summary: porn with minimal plot

Warnings: m!oral, switch vibes and p in v

A/n: yall im posting again wooooo

You had been teasing Joel all afternoon, throwing him playful glances and dropping suggestive comments. It was a game—a game you loved to play, especially with him. Joel, is always so composed, always the one in control. But today, you felt like pushing his buttons, testing his limits. You were in the front seat of his truck, parked in a secluded spot overlooking the city, the sun beginning to dip behind the skyline, casting a golden hue over everything.

“Start a conversation with me,” you had said earlier, a mischievous grin on your lips. Joel looked at you, puzzled, his brows furrowing in that familiar way that always made your heart skip a beat.

“What do you mean, start a conversation?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. His eyes scanned your face, trying to figure out what you were up to.

“Just trust me,” you replied, placing your hand gently on his knee, your touch feather-light, almost innocent. But there was nothing innocent about the way your fingers started to move, tracing slow, lazy circles on the worn denim of his jeans. You could see the way his breath caught, the way his eyes darkened with a mix of confusion and desire. He was trying to keep up with you, trying to play along, but you could tell he was already struggling, caught off guard by your sudden boldness.

“Okay…” he said slowly, still watching you closely, as if trying to decipher your intentions. “Where’s your dream vacation?” he asked, his voice a bit tentative. He glanced out at the city skyline, a nervous habit of his when he was unsure when he didn’t quite know what to make of you.

You leaned back in your seat, a smirk playing on your lips as you answered, “Somewhere sunny.” You let the words hang in the air, your tone light, teasing. Joel’s gaze flicked back to you, his brow arching slightly.

“Sunny? No specifics?” he pressed, his tone a mix of curiosity and amusement. He was catching on now, starting to sense where you might be leading.

You decided to take a bold step. Your hand slipped higher up his thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to the growing bulge in his jeans. You watched as he gulped—a small, involuntary movement that made your stomach flutter with excitement. A 56-year-old man, usually so confident, gulping at your touch—it was delicious.

“Do you want specifics?” you purred, your voice low and sultry. Joel shifted in his seat, his body tensing under your touch.

“Darlin’, what do you mean?” he murmured, his voice a little strained as if he was trying to maintain his composure. But his eyes were glued to yours, his breath coming a little faster.

Instead of answering, you moved your hand to his belt, fingers working deftly to undo the buckle. “Shh… we’re having a conversation here,” you said softly, but with a hint of mischief in your tone. You watched his eyes widen slightly as his cock sprang free, thick and hard, from the confines of his boxers. A slow, satisfied smile spread across your face at the sight of him so worked up, so on edge.

“I think somewhere like the Bahamas or Costa Rica,” you continued, your voice sweet and innocent as if you weren’t stroking him slowly, deliberately. “They have pretty beaches, don’t you think?”

Joel coughed, trying to regain some semblance of control, but his voice came out rough, and uneven. “Well… uh… Florida… um, Florida has some nice beaches too,” he stammered, his eyes fluttering closed as your hand continued its torturous rhythm.

“Yeah, but I’d kill to see the Caribbean,” you teased, your voice soft and airy. Joel was starting to lose it now, his hips bucking slightly against your hand, his breathing coming in shallow pants. You could feel him getting closer, his body betraying him.

“You should see Florida too,” he managed, his voice a bit desperate now.

You smiled, bringing your other hand into his lap, finding his balls and caressing them with a soft, teasing pressure. “Maybe we could go to Disney World in Florida,” you mused, your tone still light and conversational as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

Joel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto yours. His gaze was intense, his neck tense, a vein pulsing there. “I… I can’t… fuck, suck me off, darlin’,” he begged, his voice rough, almost pleading.

You paused for a moment, almost surprised. Joel begging? The man who could make you see stars with a single touch, the man who had fucked you so hard his back had gone out? A shiver of excitement ran through you, but you decided to play with him a little longer.

“No… we still have to—”

But before you could finish, he grabbed the nape of your neck, his fingers digging into your hair, and pushed your head down onto his cock, his need overtaking him. The suddenness of it made you gag, your throat constricting around his length. He held you there, forcing you to take him, his hips thrusting up, driving deeper into your mouth, each movement rough and demanding.

Then, just as suddenly, he released his grip, letting you pull back, gasping for air, your eyes watering. “Fuck you,” you muttered, your voice hoarse.

Joel's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a mix of disbelief and arousal, but there was something else there—something darker, something simmering just beneath the surface. The truck's interior felt suddenly smaller and more intimate, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of leather and sweat. You felt a rush of heat, a blend of excitement and defiance, pulse through your veins.

“What was that?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, as if daring you to repeat yourself. The truck's engine was off, and the world outside seemed to fade away; all that mattered now was this confined space and the tension crackling between you.

You smirked, feeling a thrill at the challenge in his voice. "You heard me," you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper, but filled with a teasing confidence. Your hand didn’t stop, your fingers working his cock with a firm, steady rhythm. He was rock hard, and you could feel him throbbing in your grip, the veins on his shaft bulging with each pulse. It made you bolder, and braver than you usually felt.

Joel’s breath hitched, his control slipping. He wasn’t used to this—being toyed with, being pushed to the edge. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge. But right now, with your hand wrapped around him, teasing him, driving him crazy, he wasn’t sure who held the power anymore.

“Keep talking,” he demanded, but his voice broke, a desperate edge creeping in. “Tell me more about this… Caribbean vacation.” He tried to sound casual, but you could hear the strain, see it in the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "I think it would be beautiful. Warm sand beneath my feet, the ocean stretching out forever, the sun kissing every inch of my skin…" Your hand moved faster, your thumb swirling around the tip of his cock, collecting the slick bead of precum that had gathered there. “And maybe,” you continued, your voice husky, “we’d find a secluded spot, just the two of us… where I could do this.”

You bent down, finally taking him into your mouth, your lips closing around his swollen head. Joel groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your warm, wet mouth. The sound he made—a deep, guttural moan—sent a thrill through you, your own body responding, heat pooling low in your belly.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he breathed, his hand finding its way to the back of your head again, but this time his grip was gentler, his fingers threading through your hair as he guided you. “That’s it… take it all.”

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper, your tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, feeling the way he throbbed against you. His taste was salty and intoxicating, and you moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. You felt powerful, and in control, every whimper and groan from him feeding the fire inside you.

Joel’s hips started to move, slow thrusts that matched the rhythm of your mouth. His breath was ragged now, his control slipping with every second. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me come,” he warned, his voice tight. “Is that what you want?”

You pulled back just enough to murmur, “Not yet,” before plunging back down, taking him as deep as you could. You felt him hit the back of your throat, and you fought the urge to gag, pushing past it, wanting to give him everything, wanting to drive him wild. You looked up at him through your lashes, watching his face contort with pleasure, his lips parted, eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” he groaned, his grip tightening again. “You want me to beg, is that it?”

You hummed around his cock, a low, teasing sound that made him buck into your mouth. You pulled back, letting him slip from your lips, and smiled up at him, your hand still stroking him slowly, torturously. “Maybe,” you said. “Or maybe I just want to see how far I can push you before you snap.”

Joel’s eyes darkened, the shadows in his gaze deepening with a mix of frustration and hunger. He looked down at you, his lips curling into a predatory smile, a hint of challenge flickering in his eyes. "You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he warned his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. “And you know what happens when you push me too far.”

Your heart pounded, excitement buzzing through your veins. You loved this—the edge of danger, the thrill of seeing him unravel. Leaning in, you let your breath ghost over the slick, throbbing head of his cock, your lips brushing against his skin just enough to drive him crazy. “Maybe,” you whispered, “I want to see what happens.”

His grip on your hair tightened, his knuckles brushing your scalp, and he yanked you up to his level, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. “Oh, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice a rough, needy growl, “I’ll show you exactly what happens.”

Without warning, Joel’s mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss hard and demanding, filled with a raw, desperate hunger that took your breath away. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you with a fierce possessiveness that made your knees go weak. You moaned into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt, needing something to hold onto as his intensity threatened to consume you.

His hand slid from your hair to your waist, pulling you closer, his rough grip on your hips bruising in its urgency. You could feel the hard press of his cock against your stomach, still throbbing, still aching for release. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of marks that made you gasp, your body arching against him. 

"Joel…" you breathed, your voice a mix of a plea and a challenge. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the dampness between your thighs growing with every touch, every kiss. You wanted more. You wanted all of him.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes boring into yours, dark and intense, his chest heaving. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice rough with desire. There was no room for argument in his tone, and you felt a thrill run through you at his command. You loved it when he took control when he showed you just how much he needed you.

You obeyed, turning around in the cramped space of the truck, your hands bracing against the dashboard. You felt his hands on your hips, strong and demanding, pulling your ass back against him. The heat of his body pressed against yours, his cock hot and heavy against your backside. You could feel him shift behind you, the sound of your zipper being pulled down, and your breath hitched, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach.

"Spread your legs," Joel growled in your ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core. You did as he said, parting your thighs, your heart racing with the knowledge of what was coming next.

He didn’t waste any time. One hand slipped down between your legs, finding the wet heat of your core, his fingers sliding through your folds, teasing your clit with a rough, skilled touch that made you gasp, your hips bucking back against him. “So wet for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “You like this, don’t you? Being my little slut.”

You whimpered, nodding, unable to form words, your body trembling with need. His fingers pressed harder against your clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles that made you see stars, your head falling back against his shoulder. 

“Joel, please…” you begged your voice a breathless whisper. You needed him. Needed him to take you, to fill you, to make you his.

He chuckled darkly, a low, dangerous sound that made your skin prickle with anticipation. “Please what, darlin’?” he taunted, his fingers slipping lower, teasing your entrance, his cock brushing against your slick folds, just enough to make you moan. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard, your body quivering with desire, your hands gripping the dashboard tighter. “Please, Joel… fuck me,” you pleaded, your voice raw with desperation. 

That was all he needed to hear. With a rough, almost feral growl, he thrust into you, filling you in one hard, deep stroke that made you cry out, your body arching against him. The feeling of him stretching you, filling you so completely, was almost too much, too intense, and yet you craved more. 

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he set a brutal pace, his thrusts deep and relentless, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars. “So tight… so fucking perfect.”

You could feel the truck rocking with the force of his thrusts, the windows fogging up from the heat of your bodies. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your moans filling the small space, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Every nerve in your body was on fire, every touch, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Joel, I’m close,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with need. You could feel the coil tightening in your belly, the wave of pleasure building, threatening to crash over you.

“Then come for me,” he growled, his voice rough, his thrusts becoming even harder, more erratic. “Come on my cock, darlin’. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

His words were your undoing. With a loud cry, you came, your body convulsing around him, your walls clenching tight around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, crashing over you in waves that left you trembling, breathless, your mind spinning.

Joel wasn’t far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he came, filling you with his hot release. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, his hands gripping your hips so tight you knew you’d have bruises.

For a moment, the only sound in the truck was your combined heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Slowly, Joel pulled out of you, his cock softening, and you slumped forward against the dashboard, your body spent, still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice still rough, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You laughed breathlessly, turning your head to look at him, your own lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Worth it,” you replied, your voice soft, teasing.

Joel chuckled, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips. “Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes softening, a rare, tender look crossing his face. “Definitely worth it.”

[6esiree]

this isn’t a request or anything i just needed someone to spew this thought at. the concept of alastor wearing suspenders under his coat has me drooling and the thought of us as the readers watching him take off his coat and him teasing us for staring is constantly on my mind.

also hi, i’m the anon that sent that long “what if” alastor ask a while ago :)

Wait, anon!

What If Alastor…

• Purposely keeps the door to the bathroom open as he slowly unbuttons his pinstriped coat, the mirror above the sink allowing you to see the way he undresses himself from your bed. A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips and his ears flick back, catching the pleasant sound of your breath hitching as his coat drapes down his slender back.

• Takes his time neatly folding his coat and undoing his bowtie, knowing that you’re waiting—no, anticipating the moment he moves onto his suspenders. He slightly turns to the side so you can see how he grabs his suspenders between his thumb and his forefinger, tugging on them slightly before running his fingers down.

• Doesn’t remove his suspenders, especially after he hears an involuntary moan escape from your throat as they drape down his shoulders. You clamp a hand over your mouth, your face flushing in embarrassment. He can’t help but chuckle at the sight as he slowly approaches you with an overwhelming need to indulge you.

• Grabs your chin and makes you look at him, asking you with an amused hum, ‘My, my, what was that pretty little noise you made just now for, ma chérie?’, savoring the way you stumble over your words as you try to come up with a lie. He’s your husband, but you can’t help but feel flustered over being caught.

• Decides to spare you from his teasing, leaning in and tilting his head to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He swallows your surprised gasp and uses his free hand to guide your smaller one to his suspenders, encouraging you to hold onto them. You happily oblige, excitement stirring in your core as he pushes you down and climbs over you.

• Bunches your nightgown up and over your stomach, his hardening cock, still tucked away in the safe confines of his slacks, pushing against the lacey fabric of your slick-drenched underwear. ‘You know, I would gladly put on a show for you if you asked me to do so,’ Alastor spoke into the kiss, eliciting a gratified moan from you.

• Pulls away from your lips and shoves his face into the crook of your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your flesh as he dry humps you, his erection rubbing right against your clothed clit. ‘I thought you’d find it weird,’ You eventually say, your hands still clutching onto his suspenders, ‘That’s why I was embarrassed.’

• Hums in acknowledgment at your little admission, fondling one of your breasts, his thumb circulating your hardened peak and making your cunt throb against him. ‘I’d do anything for you, ma chérie,’ His words tickle you, ‘Anything that’s in my power.’ You crane your neck and affectionately press your lips to his jaw.

• Graces your ears with a rare moan, making you lock your legs around his hips, pressing his cock further against your cunt. ‘So would I,’ You tell him, your hands leaving his suspenders and carding into his hair to tug at his ears, eliciting a bleat from him. ‘Oh, you naughty girl,’ He huffs in mock-annoyance, but he unfastens his slacks.

[peachyjinx]

Sharing an excerpt from "Lay Your Hands On Me", my Professor Loki multi-chapter fic coming out in 2025. I decided to finish writing it before posting, which sucks for me- I want to share it! So here's a little taste, I can't wait till I can share the whole thing with you guys 😘.

LMK if you want to be on the taglist for it! 💚

Loki swiftly walked through his foyer, and with a practiced flick, his keys spiraled through the air, landing with a clink on the small table in the corner. He had spent his whole drive home thinking about Charlotte. His guilt over their confrontation gnawed at him—a subtle sting beneath the surface—but it paled in comparison to the more insistent throbbing in his pants.

The house was silent around him, and he could almost hear the blood pulsing in his veins, each heartbeat a drumroll punctuating the thoughts of Charlotte that danced provocatively through his thoughts. 

He quickly made his way to his bedroom, unbuckling his pants as he walked into the shadows. The dim light offered a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he could entertain these thoughts without the piercing clarity of daylight to cast judgment upon them. He laid down on his large bed with determination to relieve this pressure, this ache that was inside of him. 

She was smart, passionate, and fiery, and he liked it. While at first she irritated him, he now felt his whole body alight with lust. That fierce glint in her eyes sparked something primal within him, igniting a flame where only embers had smoldered for far too long. The way she had bent over and pointed her finger at him angrily had caused an involuntary shudder through him, and a twitch of arousal he couldn't suppress.

"Once," he whispered into the darkness, a promise or a plea, he wasn't certain, as he released his pulsing cock from its confines, the cool air of the room kissing his heated skin.

Would it be so bad if he slept with her? 

You can’t fuck the students. They explicitly told you that when you were in training. 

Loki chuckled to himself as his length hardened more while his large hand stroked it. Of course he'd be attracted to a student. This was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could happen. A temptation, a change in this monotonous life. The hunger within him stirred, a restless beast prowling the confines of his soul. It was desire, pure and unadulterated, mingled with the tang of danger. 

Oh this is bad, he thought to himself with a wicked grin, as he tightened his grip on his needy cock while he rhythmically pumped it.

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[happilyhertale]

Warmth on a cold night – Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Soaked and frozen through, you and Daemon seek shelter in an inn. You are lucky and there is still a room – but you have to share a bed together.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Sex (p in v)

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.6 k

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12 days of smuff

In the midst of a storm, your coat clings tightly to your body and forms a weak barrier against the relentless wind. The hood wraps around your face, like a shield against the icy sting of the weather. Beside you, Daemon trudges on stoically, mimicking your efforts to ward off the biting cold.

Lights appear in the distance, like a beacon of refuge. No great words need to be exchanged between you, your steps take you towards the welcoming light.

Without a word, Daemon swings open the door of the tavern as you reach it and holds it open for you. Without hesitation, you enter the warm parlour. The door closes behind you and Daemon stops near you. He leads you further into the room and, as you remove your hood, the lively scene unfolds – a sea of people engaged in animated conversation, accompanied by laughter, fills the air.

Daemon walks to the counter and you instinctively follow him, but the allure of the crackling fire next to the counter catches your attention. You approach the flames and seek relief for your frozen limbs, your eyes fixed on the dancing flames.

But Daemon interrupts your reverie with a low growl and catches your eye. His silver hair, which he has freed from the confines of his hood, seems to light up the room.

"What's going on?" you ask as he stands next to you.

With a murmur, he tells you the news, "They have one room left," he admits, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "but only with a single bed."

A subtle nod on your part acknowledges the predicament, and you focus back on the mesmerising fire. Before the warmth can fully penetrate your body, the landlady appears behind you and leads you to the only available room.

Once again, you don't hesitate for long and enter when she opens the door for you. You exchange a smile with the friendly lady before Daemon follows you in. The room is modestly furnished, but is quickly dominated by Daemon's imposing presence. A fire flickers in the corner, the warmth of which elicits an involuntary sigh of contentment from you.

The cold has made your fingers stiff, but you don't let it stop you from taking off your wet clothes. Daemon immediately realises that your fingers are starting to open your coat.

"What are you doing?" he mumbles as you place your coat next to the fire.

"Well... I'm soaking wet, and I'm definitely not going to bed in wet clothes," you say and start to undo your dress.

He mumbles, "So it's already decided," and starts to open his coat.

You look at him questioningly, "What?" comes out of your mouth.

Daemon's eyes meet yours and he takes off his coat. He approaches you to place his coat next to the fire as well.

"Well, you're going to sleep in the bed," he says, standing close to you.

"Yes..? And what would be wrong with that?" you ask him.

He smiles slightly, "Well... There's nothing wrong with that. But it's a single bed and.." but you interrupt him.

"Don't be ridiculous, we can both fit in there," you say and push your dress down. You bend down to pick up the dress, not noticing how Daemon briefly scrutinises your body in your vest.

As you place your dress next to the fire, you hear Daemon mumble something unintelligible. But without another word, you walk over to the bed and lie down in it. You watch Daemon lightly as he puts his shirt and trousers next to the fire. He comes over to the bed in his undergarments and stands in front of it.

"I sleep on the wall side of the bed," Daemon mumbles, climbing into the bed behind you. At first he tries to lie on his back – but the size of the bed makes it impossible, and before he crushes you with his body and your legs continue to fight for more space, he turns round. You are still lying on your back, Daemon's gaze fixed on you. "Turn round," he murmurs.

You look to the side and your eyes meet, in the room that is only bathed in a soft light from the small fire in the corner.

"Why?" you ask quietly.

"Do as you're told for once," he murmurs and you feel his large hand grab you and turn you round with a purposeful movement, accompanied by your gasp.

For a moment, you don't dare breathe as you feel his body right behind you. The heat radiating from his body, his warm breath on the back of your neck. There must be some truth to the warmth of the dragons that lies dormant in the Targaryens.

But your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a certain warmth on your bum. His crotch isn't really pressing against you, but you can still feel the warmth spreading through your abdomen. Slowly, you start to move your hips slightly.

A slight grumble sounds behind you, causing you to bite your lip. As your ass bumps lightly against his crotch, you startle yourself briefly, but are encouraged to keep moving by the repetitive grumble. When your movement doesn't stop, his hand suddenly grabs your hip again.

"Stop that," Daemon growls behind you and a smirk forms on your lips.

"Stop what?" you whisper almost innocently and try to move your hips again, but his hand has a firm grip on you.

"You're playing with fire..." he growls. With the next movement, you feel yourself pushing against a hard resistance that wasn't there a moment ago.

"Well... I like it warm," you whisper. The pressure against his hardness increases as you let your bum circle slightly.

"You're unbearable," he grunts.

"And you're..." but you can't finish the sentence. With another purposeful movement, he suddenly lies on top of you and spreads your legs. You gasp slightly and your eyes suddenly open wide.

"You like warmth? Well, let's give you the heat then," he grumbles and presses his face into your neck.

"Daemon," you say, but then you shudder as his teeth and lips brush over the exposed skin of your neck. As his hand reaches between your legs, you gasp again, whimpering as his fingers find your heat.

"Daemon..." you try again, but you don't sound convincing. A whimper escapes you as he slides his fingers through your folds. But before you can protest any further, Daemon suddenly kisses you. The kiss is almost tender and surprises you. You would never have thought that the Rogue Prince's lips, never embarrassed to release an inappropriate remark, could feel so gentle.

But you are even more surprised when he starts to press his hardness rhythmically against you. He grinds against your warm core, and you whimper into his mouth and begin to move your hips to his rhythm. He grunts slightly and starts to pull his undergarments down so far that his cock pops free. With a whimpering protest from you, his fingers leave your warm core and grip his hot length. A cheeky grin graces his lips as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds and you moan out.

The silence of the small room is further disturbed by your moans as he rubs the tip over your sensitive pearl. Almost greedily, you thrust your hips towards him as he slides along your entrance. The tip of his leaking member grazed your folds as it nestled against your eager entrance and with the next rhythmic movement, he complies with your request and slides inside you.

The stretching for you and the tightness for him makes you both moan. The deeper he penetrates, the more overwhelming the warmth and tightness of your damp walls become, a loud grunt goes through the room. But he pushes further and stretches you inch by inch.

You whimper and moan, giving in to the sensation of his hips thrusting harder. With every rut of his hips, he elicits a sweet sound from you. He grunts as he looks at you, watching your face directly, every time he slides out, memorising every pleasurable expression you make every time he hits the right spot deep inside you again.

Driven by your heels digging into the back of his thighs, Daemon grabs the back of your thigh before thrusting into you at a furious pace. You moan into his mouth as his lips crash onto yours. But a stifled grunt escapes Daemon as you move your hips faster and slide over his length. The way your damp walls grip his shaft and draw him inside until his throbbing tip is pressed against your cervix has captured his attention completely. You are so needy, leaking all over his cock.

The heat floods through you and you feel him stimulating exactly the right places inside you with every thrust.

"Daemon..." you whimper and he feels your cunt clench around his cock. He buries himself in you up to the hilt, he wants to hear you scream. His balls slap against your bum, completely covered in your wetness. The grunts and moans are now accompanied by your outcry and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your fingers dig into his biceps and you moan loudly as the heat floods through your body.

Daemon can't help but grunt and thrusts hard a few more times before he clothes your warm, contracting walls in white. You kiss again and his thrusts slowly subside. Your heavy breathing echoes through the small room as Daemon slowly rolls off you. But before you can waste a thought on whether things might get awkward between you, Daemon pulls you into his arms.

"Warm enough?" he mumbles and you swear you can hear him smile.

"You're unbearable," you whisper, but you close your eyes and snuggle up to him – filled as well as enveloped by his warmth.

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