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iâm totallyyyyy not here to spread more cofagrigus propaganda. definitely not. trust me (lying) also ik this is like my third time requesting but i canât help it!! i love ur work sm <3 ^_^
ok so for the request, reader has a cofagrigus (ofc) and theyâre friends with ryme!! they talk about ghost types n all that fun stuff and ryme decides to show the reader her gholdengo. ik she doesnât have one on her team but. whatevs she has one anyways and its just her Silly Buddy that likes to chill instead of battle. oh and extra detail! reader isnât familiar with paldean ghost types bc theyâre from unova :3
anyway, reader has their team meet rymeâs and ryme looks at their cofagrigus and goes âhey.. your cofagrigus is staring pretty hard at gholdengo isnât it..â basically neither of them realize that cofagrigus is feelin a lil hungry for some gold heheâŠ
so pretty much, just some headcanons of reader and rymeâs friendship and reaction to cofagrigus trying to eat gholdengo ^_^
HIIIII! I am always always happy to help you spread your Cofagrigus propaganda, I adore that little guy. I got very happy when I saw your request! Not only was I like OOOH COFAGRIGUS ANON HI but yes yes Ryme!!! Her Gholdengo in this is a new evolution sheâs been working on. Will she add it to her main team? Maybe! Sheâs leaving the final decision to Gholdengo.
Your Cofagrigus Wants To Eat Rymeâs Gholdengo (Friendship)
- You and Ryme have been friends for more than a decade, though a majority of that was spent long distance. Back when she was younger, she visited Unova on business, both for Pokemon and her music career. Who said she couldnât get a few battles in between verses? Meeting a cool Ghost-type trainer while she was out and about was the icing on the cake. You kept in contact all these years, either through letters or email.
- Meeting back up in person for the first time in years is a treat. Especially with the delight of meeting a Unovan Ghost-type she hasnât had the pleasure of meeting yet. Your little Yamask sure got big! Smiling at your old friend, you jerk your head to her Gholdengo. âArenât you going to introduce me to your weird little friend?â
- You donât have to ask Ryme twice. Itâs no cakewalk to evolve a Gimmighoul, and she is more than happy to tell you about it. Sheâs bragging, but you let her. Ryme has the right to brag. Both a Gym Leader and an accomplished musician, sheâs just as cool today as she was when you first met.
- The two of you shoot the shit in her living room. Youâre giggling into your coffee as Ryme tells you how many towers she had to climb to get those Gimmighoul coins. She spares Gholdengo an affectionate pat before her attention is back on you. While you ask her if sheâs thinking about adding it to her team, neither of you notice your Cofagrigusâ intense stare at the now sweating Steel/Ghost-type.
- Cofagrigus floats forward, and Gholdengo takes a step back. Cofagrigusâ shadowy hands inch closer, and Gholdengo raises its hands to prepare for a Shadow Ball. It doesnât like that unmistakable hungry look in Cofagrigusâ eyes. Ryme hears her Gholdengo utter a frightened cry, and her eyebrows raise. âWhatâs up with Cofagrigus?â
- You cock your head to the side. Blinking at the two Pokemon, you run through all the information you can remember about Cofagrigus. Ryme has Gholdengoâs ball balanced in her palm, at the ready in case anything unsavory happens. Then you remmber Cofagrigus' diet. âShit!â
- Despite Cofagrigusâ ball being on your belt, you choose to launch yourself at your Pokemon and hang off its back. Ryme laughs, one hand on her stomach, the other comforting her no longer frightened Gholdengo as Cofagrigus bucks you around. Its grin never wavers as you shout exclamations of âBad! Donât eat Gholdengo! Thatâs not cool, buddy!â
- After five minutes of Cofagrigus jerking you around, it settles and you recall it back into its ball. Through her snorts, Ryme tells you that you should visit more often. She hasnât had this much fun in years. You sheepishly rub the back of your head. At least you didnât break anything this time. That only serves to make Ryme laugh harder.
#pokemon x reader#pokemon imagines#pokemon headcanons#gym leader ryme x reader#but like friends#platonic reader#honestly im imagining ryme climbing up all ghose towers in paldea to get gimmeghoul coins and everytime she gets up one#she takes a sec to catch her breath and shes like#youre lucky i like you so much little guy#now shadow ball his ass#implied that cofagrigus tries to eat your friends pokemon often#will it actually? probably not but it thinks your reactions are funny
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I'VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!
-Eggman
#I've come to make an announcement; Shadow The Hedgehog's a bitch ass motherfucker#he pissed on my fucking wife. Thats right#he took his hedgehog quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife#and he said his dick was âThis bigâ and I said that's disgusting#so I'm making a callout post on my twitter dot com#Shadow the Hedgehog#you've got a small dick#it's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller#and guess what? Here's what my dong looks like: PFFFT#THAT'S RIGHT#BABY. ALL POINTS#NO PILLOWS. Look at that#it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife so guess what? I'm gonna fuck the Earth. THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET#MY SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'M PISSING ON THE MOON! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT#OBAMA? I PISSED ON THE MOON YOU IDIOT! YOU HAVE 23 HOURS BEFORE THE PISS DROPLETS HIT THE FUCKING EARTH NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I PI#dont ban me pls#underblogđ#non canonđ§#ask martlet!âïž#shitpost
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How does donnie feel about eggman pissing on the moon? /reference
JWHEHEBW PLEASE, donnie does not appreciate it đ©đ©
#ive memorized his announcement#ive come to make an announcement ahowdoe the hedgehogs a bitch ass mother fucker he pissed on my fucking wife that's right he took his hedg#ehot fukin quilly dick out and be pissed on my fucking wife and he said his dick was this big and i saod that's disgusting so in making a c#allout post on my twitter dot com shadow the hedgehog you have a small dick it's the size of this wall nut except way smaller and guess wha#t here's what mt dong looks like pfffpft that's right baby all points no quills no pillows look at that it looks like two balls and a bong#he fucked my wife so im gonna fuck the earth that's right you get my super lazer piss except im not gonna piss on the earth im gonna go hig#her im pissing on the moon how do you like that Obama i pissed on the moon you idiot you have 23 hours before the piss drrropppletsss hit t#he fucking earth now get out of my sight before i piss on you too
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#young artists#My thirteenth birthday is in 2 days#Iâve come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehogâs a bitch-ass motherfucker#he pissed on my fucking wife! Thatâs right#he took his hedgehog-fuckinâ quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife#and he said his dick was âthis big#â and I said âthatâs disgusting#â so Iâm making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Shadow the Hedgehog#youâve got a small dick#Itâs the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Hereâs what my dong looks like! Thatâs right#baby#tall points#no quills#no pillows â look at that#it looks like two balls and a bong! He fucked my wife#so guess what#Iâm gonna fuck the Earth! Thatâs right#this is what you get: my SUPER LASER PISS!! Except Iâm not gonna piss on the Earth#Iâm gonna go higher!! Iâm pissing ON THE MOON! How do you like that#Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON#YOU IDIOT!! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrrroplllllllets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight#before I piss on you too!#đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ
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to the fans it was simply just their favorite streamer introducing his new found relationship! âyea guys this is my girlfriend! isnât she just beautifulâ you gave a tight lipped smile, moving in to kiss his cheek. the sound of comments going off. âbe nice to her guys! sheâs knew to the whole known boyfriend thingâ chosoâs pearly whites smiled into the camera, your body on his lap, while a my melody blanket was wrapped around your lower halfâs.
as choso smoothly went into the game you wanted to cry. his cock bumped in your wet walls, balls resting between your thighs as you slightly tried bouncing. the agony of having to wait becoming too much. choso could feel you clenching around him. cream making a mess all over his new gaming chair, your sly jumps at the very small; not very scary jump scareâs. he had to give it to you, you were a good actor, but he just couldnât allow this.
âalright guys! watch this ad while we have a quick intermission!â two clicks to the screen, and now you both stood, your moans loud and pornographic, choso ballâs slapping against your skin while your ass met his pelvis- cock so deep inside of you. your breast bounced in front of the camera, the purple pairing well with your brown skin. âbad girl, a slut who couldnât wait huh?â the pretty sweet and shy streamer, was now a mean man who fucked into your sopping cunt. this was your choso, the one who tamed the slut inside of you. âsay it. tell choso how much of a slut you areâ
âm-mâabigsluttâ tears poured from your eyes, the pudge of your stomach growing slightly from the thick tip that if you looked at the right angle, could be seen in a small print in your tummy. your pussy was leaking, cum dripping down your leg onto the carpet beneath you. choso moving his hand to rub your clit quickly, ignore how you cried, saying how you already came, and that everything was too much. the purple lights that were lit around the room showed your shadow against the wall, how slutty it was - and all in front of a camera that the man didnât properly cut off.
gojoluvsebonyqueens : oh shittt!
#â writings!#i kinda hate this#choso x black!reader#choso x chubby reader#choso x reader#choso smut#choso kamo x black reader#choso kamo smut#choso kamo x reader#jjk x black reader#jjk x plus size reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x black reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader#anime x chubby reader#anime smut#anime x black!reader
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Life's A Beach - K.MG
đWho: Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x female reader đWhat: Smut, some fluff I guess? Strangers to lovers. Lifeguard Mingyu!!! đWordcount: 7.3k đWarnings: Profanity. Quick joke about burying a body on the beach. Slight drowning, itâs not graphic and itâs very quick all in all. Passing mention of panic. Probably excessive use of âbabyâ. Semi-public sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, big dick Mingyu, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms(f), messy Mingyu, choking, a single solitary spank, mentions of bruising.Â
Summary: You donât like the beach, but you do like the handsome lifeguard who works there. As it turns out, he likes you too and is more than willing to risk his job to have you.
Minors do NOT interact, which means reblogging and/or commenting on this story. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.
-2024 Masterlist-
A/N- Happy birthday to my beanie @ourdawnishotterthanourday , I know I said this was to prepare for a Christmas gift but I lied hehe oops. Hope you like it, my love đ
Thank you @okiedokrie for the very last minute beta! đ
A few weeks ago, your best friend managed to succeed in convincing you to go to the beach after some very effective emotional manipulation in the form of puppy eyes and pouting at you. She had promised youâd enjoy yourself and admittedly, you did, but not because of the beach itself. Still, she used your enjoyment to convince you to return a few days later, and then another few more and soon enough the two of you seem to spend more time at the beach than your homes in your free time.
Now, the reason for your interest in attending the sand and seas despite liking neither of those things is pretty simple. The eye candy. One particular hunk of a man with a sweet smile, in particular.
You have no idea what his name is, youâve never spoken to him nor been in close proximity but that doesnât deter you from setting up in that same spot under the parasol for a few hours every few days at roughly the same time just to watch Mr Hunky Lifeguard do his rounds strolling topless up and down the sand and helping where he can.Â
Itâs sweet, the way heâll help anyone who asks, even with matters youâre very certain are not a part of his job description. Judging impromptu sandcastle contests between kids. Blowing up beach balls. Helping older folk set up their beach chairs and parasols.Â
You canât help but wonder if heâd help you apply sunscreen. His warm hands slipping over your thighs, working up and up and-
âHey!â The voice of your best friend breaks you from your fantasies as she skips over happily, hands cupped and before sheâs even close enough, you already know whatâs in her hands. âCheck this out!â She drops onto her knees at your side to proudly show youâŠa little crab. So not another shell to add to the pile gathering on the sand to your right as you assumed.Â
âA crab,âÂ
âYes,âÂ
âI thought you were looking for shells to decorate your castle with?â You both look over at the half-finished and admittedly, rather grand, sandcastle a little to the side, safely out of the way from any passerby.Â
âEvery castle needs a King, donât you think heâll look crabulous on his throne?â You look back at your best friend to find her grinning at you, proud of her joke.Â
âGo find shells.â You deadpan, she just giggles and gets up to return to the rockpool where she had found the crab to return it to its home.
Thoroughly distracted from your fantasies of the hot lifeguard, you have honestly forgotten about it and also happened to have lost track of him. Last you saw him, he was up on the deck of the watch tower, peering over the beach through binoculars yet now, heâs nowhere to be seen.
With a disappointed sigh, you decide to just relax, leaning back against the bags youâve piled up to create an impromptu backrest and go back to reading your book.Â
Itâs not even ten minutes later when a figure blocks your light and casts a shadow over your pages. You immediately assume itâs your friend from the way the figure lingers and lift your head with every intention of accepting whatever funky patterned rock or shell sheâs found this time, yet itâs not her who you spot, but Mr Hunky Lifeguard himself.Â
âHi,â he greets, hands on his hips and smiling at you in that bright friendly way youâve noticed him smiling at everyone else.Â
You take the moment with him so close to quickly rake your hidden gaze over his exposed, sunkissed, toned torso and arms. Praise be to whoever invented dark sunglasses. âHello.â
âFamily day out?â He questions, motioning to the pile of plastic beach toys by the sandcastle on your right, causing you to look over and only then realise how it must look; that youâre here with your child, not your grown ass adult of a best friend.Â
âNot exactly,â You huff a laugh and lean aside a little to peer around him. âMy best friend.â You declare upon spotting said person and pointing to her. To your surprise, sheâs squatting with another lifeguard, this one wearing the same red shorts though heâs got a white sleeveless t-shirt on, and rummaging through the sand with your friend.Â
âOh,â The man in front of you lets out a surprised little laugh when he looks over too. âIâve never seen Vernon interact like that with a stranger. Unless they know each other?âÂ
âNot that Iâm aware of,â You shrug and look back up at the tall man in time to see his body angle back around to give you his full attention. You briefly wonder who exactly is looking over this section of the beach when both lifeguards are currently distracted on the sand.Â
âHuh, okay. Iâm Mingyu,â He takes a step closer to lean over and offers his hand to you. Your gaze catches on the chain around his neck and the way it swings as he leans over. You want to reach out and grab it, yank him down and defile the beach together.Â
But that would get you arrested and you really donât want that. So you lean up onto your knees to accept his hand to shake and tell him your name in return.Â
âMm, pretty,â He hums, looking at you over the top of his dark sunglasses with a lopsided little smile. It feels flirty as fuck, but you donât want to make assumptions that this beautiful man is interested in you.Â
âOh, thank you.â You smile a little and take your hand back yet remain on your knees, feet tucked comfortably under you as he straightens up. You canât help but think about the fact that if he was a few feet closer, youâd be face height with his dick and within reaching distance.Â
âYou must really like the beach.âÂ
âHuh?â You blink away the fantasy of slobbering all over Mingyuâs cock and seeing how pretty he looks when he cums down your throat, or maybe on your face, thatâd be nice too.Â
âI said you must really like the beach, Iâve seen you here almost every day for almost a month now.âÂ
âYou noticed me?â You mutter in shock.Â
âUhm-â Mingyu rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, his confident stance melting away as his shoulders curve in and make him appear smaller. Embarrassed. Cute. âI-Itâs my job. To notice things. People. You know. To ma-make sure people are safe.âÂ
âI see.â You hum and tilt your head a little without even noticing, amused and endeared by him.Â
As if he isnât already attractive enough just by existing, talking to him and realising heâs got this cute shy side definitely draws you in further.
âY-yep!â He laughs awkwardly and straightens to his full height again while putting his hands on his hips again. âWell, I should get back to it. Nice to meet you!â And then he rushes off before you can even respond, leaving you watching him scuttle off and almost trip over a stray sandal in the sand making you snicker.Â
Mingyu flails to right himself and then immediately looks over at you to see if you noticed. Realising that you had definitely seen him almost faceplant the sand, he gives an awkward embarrassed little wave before turning and rushing off, quickly putting his face in his palms as he goes.
And just like that, the beach gets that much more interesting.
Itâs a handful of days before you return to the beach, you had been busy with work, unfortunately, so you simply hadnât had the time or energy to take the trip.
âIâm gonna dig a giant fucking hole today.â Your best friend declares as you both put down your items in your usual spot and start to set up.Â
âTo bury me? Work killed me, babe.â You retort dramatically.
âPlease donât bury bodies on the beach.â The voice makes you jump over and to your surprise, a dripping wet Mingyu is standing a little behind you. âHi,âÂ
âHi,â You reply dumbly, doing your utmost to not oogle his shimmering chest, or the flex of his bicep as he lifts a hand to run his fingers through his wet hair to stop the salty water dripping over his face. Youâre once again very glad for tinted sunglasses.Â
âYouâre wet,â Your best friend comments, making you both look at her where sheâs standing and looking between you both over the top of her sunglasses, where youâre very certain sheâs lowered them down her nose just to give you both this very pointed look.Â
âI was teaching a kid to swim, of course Iâm wet.â Mingyu chuckles, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the sea behind him.
âWasnât talking to you.â Your best friend gives you a final look before pushing her sunglasses back up into place. âIâll leave you to set up, I have places to be.â With that, she turns and walks off in the direction of the snack carts and shacks further down the beach leaving you and Mingyu alone.Â
You appreciate that, the alone time with the attractive man, but what you donât appreciate is having to set up on your own. âShe couldâve at least opened the parasol first.â You mutter to yourself, looking at the giant umbrella in disdain.Â
âI can help!â Mingyu offers, bounding forward before you can even answer, to pick up the umbrella from the sand, biceps flexing as he moves. âWhere do you want it?âÂ
âRight here,â You reply without thought. He hums in understanding, even if he doesnât truly understand because you were definitely thinking about where you want him to rail you when you answered, not where you want the parasol set up.Â
Still, Mingyu sets the parasol up and it is in the right place so you find no reason to correct yourself and instead thank him and get to work setting up the mat.Â
To your pleased surprise, Mingyu sticks around to help you finish setting up everything, making friendly conversation as he goes and smiling brighter every time he makes you laugh.Â
You wish he would keep you company for longer but his walkie-talkie crackles to life and announces that heâs needed so he leaves you with a smile and waves at you when he looks over his shoulder after jogging a little away.Â
It makes you feel all warm inside, how he seems to be genuinely interested in being near you, you just hope it doesnât take another three weeks before he decides to make a move if he plans to. Youâre not confident enough yourself to make that move, youâd be utterly mortified if youâve read this all wrong and heâs just being a genuinely nice guy who goes above and beyond for his job.Â
So you just settle down with a new book and hold that hope next to that sun shining in your chest.
âThis is perhaps the dumbest idea weâve had and gone through with.â Your best friend comments as the two of you stand ankle-deep in the sea with the rented surfboards ready for your lesson with one of the two men who run the surf supply shack.
âYou signed us up,â You point out, both of you watching the man in question as he removes his t-shirt on the shore to toss at his co-worker who rolls his eyes.Â
You know the co-worker personally but more because he somehow knows your best friend. His name is Joshua and he, according to your bestie, had purposely set up this lesson with his co-worker, Seungcheol, because Joshua owes her for something or other. Honestly, you long ago stopped trying to keep track of the shenanigans of your bestie. Wisely too.
âSorry about that, Shua had to tell me something.â Seungcheol apologises as he walks over to join you two, sans surfboard of his own, confusing you but you donât point it out.
âSounds ominous.â You declare.
âNo,â He chuckles and motions to your best friend who points at herself with wide eyes, sunglasses propped on Joshuaâs head so they donât get lost to sea, while yours are with your belongings. âShua said you have really bad balance so I should probably hold onto you.âÂ
âTerrible balance.â Your best friend agrees seriously without missing a beat, even if you know sheâs lying at least a little.Â
It takes everything in you to not burst into laughter. Clearly, Joshua is very aware that your bestie has been thirsting over his co-worker since she first saw him. Admittedly, you have been too but most of your attention has been on The Hunky Lifeguard now officially known as Mingyu.
âOkay, so is it okay if I hold onto you to help?â Seungcheol checks, expression giving away that he truly has no idea that this is some kind of a set-up and is genuinely just concerned for his studentâs safety.
âFull consent to touch me however you want.â Your best friend agrees, making Seungcheol smile, entirely missing the depravity hiding in her words.Â
You have to look away to take a few breaths to calm yourself before you break, and happen to notice Mingyu up on the watchtower deck, looking through his binoculars. You canât be certain but it looks like heâs got them pointed in your direction. You donât want to be delusional so convince yourself that even if he is, heâs not focused on you specifically.Â
Spoiler, he definitely is.
âAlright,â Seungcheol claps his hands together, making you jump a little and turn back to him and catch his adorable gummy smile. âLetâs get this lesson started, shall we ladies?â
Honestly, the lesson with Seungcheol goes a lot better than expected, he takes it very seriously and pays careful attention to you both. You hadnât expected to get anywhere close to standing on the board in the water but with his careful guidance even with his hands hovering around your friend to aid her oh so terrible balance if need be, you get your feet under you.Â
After a few more tries, you manage to get almost entirely upright while Seungcheol and your friend cheer you on supportively.Â
And then you make a giant fucking mistake.Â
Before youâre even upright, you lift your head just enough to peer around naturally and notice Mingyu in all his topless, red short glory jogging along the beach looking like everything out of a Baywatch themed porno with his pecs bouncing with fucking every step. And as if thatâs not bad enough, the man clearly is packing something very special in his shorts because you notice that bouncing too.Â
Next thing you know, youâre toppling into the water so suddenly that you inhale in shock a second before you hit the seaâs surface, allowing salty water to pour into your open mouth and trickle into your lungs.Â
Itâs barely a second that youâre under the water before a strong arm is around your waist and heaving you up into the air while you sputter, panic starting to seize your body.Â
âMove!â You hear as youâre laid down on the sand by the strong arms, though the voice is coming from elsewhere.
âI can handle this, Gyu,â This voice is right over you, the owner of the arms and you vaguely register it as Seungcheol, but youâre too busy coughing up seawater to open your eyes or give him or the other any attention.
âIâve got it, Cheol.â Mingyu assures.Â
Thereâs a heavy sigh and then those strong hands leave your body and you feel Seungcheol back away while other hands touch you gently, helping to remain on your side.Â
âThatâs it, youâre okay, Iâve got you.â Mingyuâs voice is soft and soothing where heâs hovering over you in concern, one hand rubbing over your arm and the other pushing your hair back.Â
Luckily, the whole ordeal only lasts a handful of minutes and then youâre okay, breath stuttered and throat a little sore but fine otherwise.Â
When you roll onto your back and open your eyes, you find Mingyu right there, leaning over you and backlit by the sun heâs purposely blocking from shining right in your eyes. Like your own personal guardian angel. Or something more poetic.Â
You can be given a break from being unable to wax poetry about this beautiful specimen of humanity before you, considering what youâre going through. And no, not the just inhaling seawater thing.Â
But the whole, heâs leaning over you topless with that damn silver chain dangling inches from your face, thing. Just a little closer and you could bite it.Â
You wonder if heâd find that weird. Probably. You still want to do it though.
âHey,â He gives you a tender kind of smile when you lift your eyes from his chain to meet his relieved, soft gaze. âYou okay?â You just nod, pretty sure youâd say something highly inappropriate if you open your mouth.
âI dunno, I think she might need you to watch over her, Mr Lifeguard.â Your best friend speaks up. You peer at her from the corner of your eyes and find her standing beside Seungcheol with a little smirk on her face as she looks between you and Mingyu. âMaybe you should take her up to the watchtower and keep a close eye on her, just in case.âÂ
âShe doesnât need that,â Seungcheol points out simply, definitely unaware that your friend is trying to set up a situation for you and the man youâve been thirsting over for weeks.
âNo, no, sheâs right.â Mingyu argues quickly as he shakes his head and turns to you to help you sit up and then get to your feet to stand with him. âI should definitely keep a close eye on her, she almost drowned, Cheol-âÂ
âSheâs fine,â Seungcheolâs mutter is neither heard nor considered as Mingyu continues to talk over him as if the man said nothing.Â
âSo Iâll take her to the watch tower for a while until sheâs feeling all better, sounds okay?â He looks at you. You just nod.
âMake her feel all better, Mr Lifeguard.â Your bestie encourages with a nod and thumbs up.Â
Mingyu returns it and youâre not certain he actually gets what your friend is insinuating but you donât really care. Whether he understands or not, youâre getting alone time with Mingyu and thatâs all that matters. Bless your bestie for always trying to get you laid.
As you walk up the stairs to the watchtower, Mingyu walks a few steps behind you, a hand on your lower back gently, the same place it has been since the two of you started to walk across the sand. Itâs still there when he opens the door and you two enter the building.Â
âHey,â Vernon, the lifeguard your bestie apparently befriended the other day, greets looking over from where heâs sitting at the control desk facing the large windows that oversee the beach. âOh,â He mutters, eyes widening a little as he looks between you and Mingyu, clearly taking in the sight of the tall manâs hand on your back. âYou know, I think Iâm going to go get some air for a bit.âÂ
âOkay,â Mingyu agrees, giving Vernon a grateful look as the shorter man vacates the building without even grabbing his walkie-talkie from the desk.Â
At Mingyuâs gentle nudge, you move further into the building allowing him to shut the door.
âIâll grab you a towel.â He declares, moving over to the cupboards while you decide to check out the view from the window.Â
From here you can see the entire section of the beach, especially when you pick up the binoculars Vernon left on the desk and peer through them. Itâs pretty interesting, being able to watch over everyone like that and see everything while they no doubt donât even consider the eyes on them from above.Â
âCan they see us?â You wonder, lowering the binoculars to look at Mingyu as he approaches with a towel in hand.Â
âI mean sure, if they try hard enough at other times of day but the sun is in the right position to just reflect on the glass at the moment. So right now, no, nobody can see us.â He informs, stopping perhaps a little closer than necessary. Paired with the information that nobody would even see if he fucked you right against the window, well heat flares in your stomach.
âHave you tested that?âÂ
âMm, a few times.âÂ
âHow?âÂ
Mingyu tilts his head a little at you and as you havenât accepted the towel, too focused on the conversation, he puts it down on the desk and gently takes the binoculars from your hands to also put down. âWhat do you mean, how? By looking up from outside.âÂ
âRight.â You hum and turn your head to look back out of the window.
âWhat were you expecting?â He chuckles lowly. You feel him move a little closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. âHm?â You shrug. âTell me,âÂ
âJustâŠyou know.â You shrug again and although you can barely feel it through the wet material of the rash guard on your torso, the gentle press of his fingers on your back makes you shiver a little.Â
âYou should get out of this and dry off.â He suggests while running his hand up the length of your back and around your neck to the zipper in the middle of your throat.Â
âI might need some help getting it off.â You reply. âThings being wet makes things harder.âÂ
âOh, I know.â Youâre very certain that youâre both talking in double entendre now and look at him over your shoulder as you turn your back to him a little more to give him better access.
For a weighted moment, nothing happens, just heavy eye contact as if youâre both waiting for the other to take a step backwards and prove your suspicions of the rising tension between you to be false.Â
Yet you both stay in place.
You feel a slight tug against your neck, barely noticeable but it makes your body burn a little hotter as he slowly tugs down the zipper to your clavicle before stopping.
âFace me.â He mutters, adjusting his own stance to fully face you. You immediately comply and turn so youâre face to face, all without him removing his grip on the pull of your zipper.Â
Then heâs back to dragging the zip down, over your breasts where his knuckles brush a little making your breath catch before his hand moves on to finish the path to open the zip all the way to where it stops at your belly button.
Mingyu only then breaks eye contact to look down at the glimpse of skin he can see now with the zipper open. âThis is a one piece?â He checks, noticing how the material of the rashguard vanishes into your shorts. You hum in confirmation and then heâs lowering to his knees in front of you to tuck his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.Â
He glances up at you, checking that this is okay and when you nod, he gives you a little smile before turning his full attention back down to watch the shorts move down your thighs with the help of his hands.
âCan you-â He starts once youâve stepped out of the shorts and heâs tossed them aside, but when he looks up at you, youâre already working on pulling the front of your rash guard open, revealing your chest little by little, covered only by the little bikini you bought specifically to wear with the rashguard. âThat.â Mingyu swallows thickly, watching more skin get revealed until you start to struggle to get the wet material down your shoulders.Â
Without a word, Mingyu gets up onto his knees as tall as he can without getting up to reach out and grip the material to ease it over your shoulders and down your arms.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â He murmurs, hands bunching the wet material by your hips as he stops to take in all the exposed skin only a few feet from his face.
âSoâre you,â You reply shyly. He smiles up at you then leans forward to press a featherlight kiss to your stomach.Â
âThis okay?â He asked in between kisses on your skin, each growing more daring than the last.
âY-yeah,â You agree, feeling breathless already and nothing has happened yet. The tension is just so thick between you that it fills your lungs and takes up space usually reserved for oxygen.Â
For a moment, you worry that if youâre this breathless already with just a couple of kisses to your stomach, you will not survive actually being fucked by this beautiful man. But then his lips are suddenly on the crease of your thigh, right at the edge of the rash guard and moving inwards and you can no longer worry about the future state of your lungs.Â
Mingyu quickly tugs the rashguard off of you entirely and tosses it aside carelessly once youâve stepped out of it, leaving you in just the skimpy little bikini that leaves very little to the imagination. âFuck,â He breathes out, leaning back to take you in from head to toe then back again. âSo fucking beautiful, baby.âÂ
âMingyu,â Your voice is a soft little plea as you reach towards him, for what exactly, youâre not sure, you just want something and hope he gets the hint. He does and tilts forward to lean his cheek against your palm for a second, then plants a kiss there, tender despite the heavy moment.
âLean back, baby,â He encourages, leading you by your hips to turn and take a step back until the edge of the desk is digging into the meat of your ass.Â
You grip the desk edge on either side of you as he hitches one of your legs up onto his shoulder then leans as his free hand tugs aside the seat of your panties to allow him to get straight to work dragging his tongue up your pussy.Â
The noise Mingyu lets out overpowers your own, he sounds like heâs tasted the fucking nectar of the gods or something equally as divine. Hearing him so immediately into eating your pussy only makes you more aroused and attracted to him in general.Â
You have heard of men eating pussy like a man starved before but you had never experienced it until now. Mingyu truly gives it his all, holds you open and drags his tongue and lips over you with desperation and an intensity that has your legs shaking and a constant stream of moans spilling from your mouth almost in time with the grunts and needy moans vibrating through his lips against you.
âGyu,â You breathe out, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair and encouraging him to stay on your clit. He groans at the slight tug on his scalp and redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking at your clit hungrily.Â
Your eyes are closed, entirely absorbed in the toe-curling sensations this man is giving you in spades, but when his hand touches yours on his head, you open your eyes to peer at him curiously. Heâs looking at you, eyes so blown with arousal that youâre very certain you leak over his chin even more.Â
Mingyu doesnât stop suckling your clit between his lips in a steady pattern that has you so fucking close to a beautiful climax. It wonât be long until you fall over the edge into bliss.Â
He removes your hand from his head and directs it between your thighs to make you curl your fingers around the seat of your bikini bottoms to hold them aside and away from his face.Â
Then those same fingers that had just curled your own are prodding at your entrance. He hesitates though, staring up at you for permission until you rapidly nod and then heâs plunging two right into you, made easy from how fucking wet you are.
Just like that, an orgasm hits you so suddenly and powerfully that you donât manage to do anything, no warning, no sound from your mouth as it rushes through your body, making your eyes roll back and back arch.
Mingyu feels you clamp down around his fingers and groans deeply as his own eyes threaten to roll back despite not being close to orgasm himself. Just knowing youâre cumming because of him, because of his mouth, on his fingers, it drives him insane and makes his cock throb.
Diligently, Mingyu works you through the pleasure pulsing through you, slowing down when your hips start to twitch and then reluctantly detaching his mouth from your clit when you nudge his head with a slightly shaky hand.Â
Though he doesnât go far and instead pushes your thigh a little further open to give his head more space to get next to his hand between your thighs and noisily slurp up every single drop that spills from your pussy. He even goes as far as to lick up the line that dribbled down his hand to his wrist.
âGyu,â The call of his name makes him lift his head to look at you with wide eyes, looking so innocent despite his mouth and chin being soaked in your juices, all the way down to his throat. The sight and reminder of how hard he just made you cum has you unintentionally squeezing around the fingers still buried to the knuckles within you.Â
He groans, tilting forward and opening his mouth ready to make you see stars all over again but you quickly put your hand to his head, palm to his forehead to hold him back. âLemme eat your pussy, baby, prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen. Most delicious pussy ever. Could eat you forever. Let me. Please?â Heâs got a slight slur to his words as he speaks, voice pitched higher than normal as he begs in a tone verging on a whine.Â
âD-donât you want to fuck me?â You ask, words a slight pant still, too soon from the intense orgasm to have your breath back but you donât care. He can steal all the breath from your lungs so long as he makes you cum like that.Â
âFuck you?â He repeats dumbly. You nod and then itâs like a switch has been flipped. All of the innocent pussy-drunk expression and voice vanishes in an instant as his eyes turn heavy-lidded and his lips turn up into a smirk. âYeah? Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?â His fingers in you start to move, making you jolt a little in surprise and reach down to try and remove them. âNo no no, you gotta take my fingers first, baby. Need to show me you can take them before I give you my cock, okay? This is such a pretty pussy, I donât want to ruin it by giving you my cock before youâre ready.âÂ
You canât really say anything in response, both from his words and the way heâs skillfully moving those two fingers in you, slow but pressing in all the right ways to stretch you out and drag all ability to form anything but pathetic moans from your parted lips.Â
âThatâs it, good, just take it. You can take it for me, right, baby?â You nod quickly at his words. âCan you take another finger?â Another nod so he pulls his fingers out most of the way to work a third in beside them. âThatâs my girl, fuck.â He breathes out, watching the way your pussy opens around his fingers as he carefully feeds the digits into you.Â
It doesnât take much longer for Mingyu to pull his fingers out of you and get up to his feet. You barely have time to react before he has your hips in his hands and spins you to face the window. The sun is right in your face like this, lessened in power by the window yet still an annoyance so you lean over all the way down onto your elbows and rest your forehead on your forearms.
âOh,â Mingyu breathes out, watching you bend over the desk and stops his task of shoving down his swimming shorts to free his leaking cock. âFucking perfect.â He approves and gives you a quick spank to watch your asscheek wobble with the impact.Â
He hadnât expected the moan that tumbles from your lips and pauses for a moment as he considers spanking you until your ass is raw and there are imprints of his hands left on your skin like a claim.Â
But then his cock twitches desperately and he gets back to work shoving his shorts down enough and taking his thick, heavy cock into his hand to run his hand up and down the length, spreading precum over his heated skin while his free hand tugs your bikini bottoms aside.
A breathless curse spills from his lips when he aligns his cock with your dripping hole, he wants to bury himself to the hilt in your warmth right away but heâs very aware that frankly put, he has a giant cock, so he needs to take it slow to not hurt you.
As soon as the head pops into you, youâre moaning and trying to push back for more. Mingyu has to take a firm hold of your ass cheek and push you forward against the edge of the desk to stop you moving too fast. If you keep it up, he will fuck into you without hesitation and heâs already trembling with the effort of holding back.
Little does he know, you want him to fucking ruin you. You want him to fuck you so hard and deep that you canât take a step for the next few days without thinking of his cock splitting you open.
But you donât have the brain power to make your tongue move to form that specific string of syllables so youâre forced to just remain pinned to the desk as he feeds you inch by thick inch of his cock at an almost agonisingly slow pace.
But the time his hips are pressed up against your ass, heâs shaking with his eyes squeezed tightly closed and both hands gripping your hips so tightly you just know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers afterwards. Bruises youâll wear proudly.Â
âFuck, baby, this fucking pussy,â He groans as you pulsate around his throbbing length.Â
He needs a moment, needs more than one really, with how fucking close he is already to filling you with his cum but you press back against him as best as you can considering his grip. Itâs barely any movement but he gets the hint, you really donât want him to wait anymore and fuck, neither does he.
Mingyu slowly pulls his hips back, sliding half of his length out of you before sliding back in in the same slow, careful manner. Heâs testing the waters, the give of your pussy and his own resolve, really. And all three give so fucking easily that the next time he pulls out, it's all the way until only his tip is tucked up safely inside of you before he thrusts forward harshly making you cry out and scramble to brace a palm against the window above your head blindly.Â
âThatâs it, hold on, baby,â He encourages with a heavy exhale as he adjusts his footing and hold on you before he starts to fuck you like a man possessed.Â
Itâs hard and fast and so fucking deep that heâs hitting places within you that you didnât even fucking know exist before his cock found them. Or maybe theyâre special places his cock is carving out and no one will ever be able to access them again. No one will make your mind blank and eyes roll back so far that all you see is the mental image of Mingyuâs giant cock wrecking your pussy in the best of ways.
Youâre being loud, both of you, moaning and whining with every drag of his cock through your rapidly tightening walls. But neither of you cares, neither of you has the presence of mind to consider anything but the way it feels to fuck and be fucked like this.Â
At this point, youâre so close to another incredible orgasm that you wouldnât even care if the door opened, you probably wouldnât even notice and honestly, neither would Mingyu.Â
And when Mingyu tilts forward enough to wind a strong arm under your waist to press his palm against the flat of your chest to pull you up until your back is against his bare, sweat-dappled chest, you almost scream in pleasure at the new somehow deeper spot heâs grinding into.
Thereâs a little part of Mingyu thatâs still aware that youâre in public and his place of work even if heâs not consciously aware of it, and that part of him is the reason his hand flies up from your chest to your throat and squeezes in the exact fucking way to cut off your airflow.
Itâs the last nudge you need to hurtle into the single most mind-shattering, nirvana-inducing orgasm of your fucking life. At least so far because once youâre more coherent, youâll definitely think about how much you want him to fuck you again in all sorts of ways.
A choked, cut off moan spills from Mingyuâs mouth as you clamp down around his cock so tightly as your pussy absolutely gushes around him that it sends him over too. His hand on your hip quickly moves, sliding around over your lower stomach to wrap his arm around your waist and hold you tight as he ruts into you and fills you with his cum.Â
It feels fucking endless, the length of your orgasm and how much it takes out of you even though it truly doesnât last that long. Itâs just an all-encompassing feeling that feels like utter bliss, a neverending pulse of pleasure, pure fucking serenity.
âYou okay?â Mingyu manages to breathe out once his cock has stopped twitching as your throbbing walls milk him for every drop of cum in his body. His chest is heaving against your back, matching the deep rise and fall of your own chest, even if he had released the pressure on your throat as soon as his cock had started to empty in you.Â
You canât respond yet, youâre not quite back on planet Earth making Mingyu chuckle a little, fond of you already, and cocky at his own abilities to fuck you so dumb like this.Â
Carefully, he draws his hips back to slide out of you with a wince and hears the splatter of cum hitting the wooden boards. But thatâs a problem for after heâs looked after you.
Mingyu is so fucking gentle as he grabs the towel from the desk and uses it to clean between your thighs as best as he can without removing his arm from around you to keep you propped up.Â
Then he manoeuvres you onto the wooden chair on your right before getting to his knees to spread your legs wide once heâs between them with his knees pressed to the floorboards. For a few seconds, he just stares dumbly at the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy and he almost leans in to clean you up with his mouth but youâre already so out of it that he figures he better not. Heâll save that for next time.Â
Fuck, he really fucking hopes thereâs a next time.
You come back to reality when Mingyu is doing his best to slide your shorts back up your legs.Â
âHey, beautiful,â He greets you when he notices you moving slightly and looks up to see you blinking down at him. âHow you feeling?âÂ
âLike I had the life fucked out of me.â You reply, giving him a sated, borderline dopey smile that makes him laugh. You reach out to him and he happily leans up to let you run your hands over his shoulders and to his neck so that you can tug him in and kiss him.Â
He sighs in contentment as your lips move together slowly like you have all the time in the world. Like thereâs nothing that either of you would rather be doing than this right here.Â
âShouldâve kissed you earlier,â He murmurs when you both naturally pull apart for air and he rests his forehead against yours. âSorry, got carried away.âÂ
âThereâs no need to apologise, seriously, that wasâŠâ You trail off and just giggle instead, fingers playing with his hair near his nape.Â
âIt was.â He agrees with a chuckle and leans back to look at you. âCould we maybe do that again?âÂ
âNow?â You baulk.
âNo, not now.â He giggles. âI really canât do that again now, I think Iâll pass out if I try to do anything like that now.â He assures, squeezing your thighs a little where his hands lay. âBut another day in the future, when weâve both recovered.âÂ
âThat sounds much more reasonable to me.âÂ
âReasonable, huh?â He teases and nips at your cheek playfully making you giggle. âAnd what about a date? Does that sound reasonable to you?âÂ
âNo.â Mingyuâs face drops so fast as he looks at you. He looks pretty heartbroken, honestly. âI didnât mean no as in no to the date!â You rush to assure, cupping his cheeks and brushing your thumbs soothingly over his skin.Â
He pouts and pushes into your hold. âThen what do you mean?âÂ
âJust that it doesnât sound reasonable but very nice and something I would definitely love to do.âÂ
âOh.â He turns into your palm to try and hide the cute happy little smile that lifts his mouth and exposes his teeth, but you feel it. He presses a kiss to your palm before facing you again, no longer hiding his smile. âGood, good, Iâm glad youâd love to. Iâd love to as well. Maybe after my shift ends we can get lunch? Well, weâd have to take Vernon too and I guess your friend but they can entertain each other at another table.âÂ
You giggle and nod in agreement. âSounds perfect to me.âÂ
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âĄâ âTW â dp, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fuck, praise, breeedkink, afab reader, dark smut, dead dove, Ghost has two dicks here (because I chose to write it like that)
"Don't look anywhere else, look at me... I'm still your husband." The words were followed by the wet sound of the two cocks of your now radioactively-rayed husband, who looked like a monstrous anomaly â with two extra heads, two extra arms, and... two extra cocks.
You hadn't expected that in thousands of years, but when Simon came out the door completely safe and sound, looking like that was shocking and at least scary to your eyes.
Even so, you were on your hands and knees, feeling one of his cocks enter your ass while the other filled your wet pussy, making you whimper loudly as you felt his very hot and heavy balls hit your clit with the slow thrusts that the military man was giving you.
You could feel every pulsing vein of his shafts in your wet holes, the slickness between your thighs and his groin increasing. His now gray eyes were locked completely on your figure, two of his four arms gripping your waist while the other two held your wrists behind your back, ready to dominate and maneuver you as he pleased.
Hearing your moans of acceptance, his two cocks throbbed like never before, impaling you to the point where you even forgot that your partner was now a shadow of what he once was.
All that mattered in that moment was that you could take every inch of what he was giving you, as if your life depended on itâas if every fluid that came out of his cocks was a poison that made you crave more and more of him.
The slow, flesh-to-flesh pounding that had once been tender was now replaced by Simon's almost animalistic movements above you. A little drool dripped from your mouth as you could only wriggle your toes every time one of his cocks reached the tip of your womb while the other kissed limits you didnât even know existed.
Grunts escaped his lips, muffled by the mask that was now completely part of his skin, fused to his flesh like a second garment. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to leave marks as a hoarse growl came from his throat, echoing like a triad through his three heads.
"Come on, sweetheart... I know you want to cum, don't deny it... cum for me." His words were tinged with the same honey that once soothed your soul. It was still him, even with that new bodyâand you felt yourself becoming addicted to it, like a drug, leaving you with pleasure so intense it made your system shut down.
You felt him give one final thrust, and at the same time, your pussy was filled with the warm, viscous liquid of his semen. Your other hole was filled as well, causing tears to spill from your eyes as you whimpered from how full you were. But your partner didnât stopâSimon continued with small thrusts until he felt your inner walls drain him. One of his many hands moved to your pussy lips, slowly opening them to expose your tight slit as it swallowed his cock.
"I wonât let you leave here until I see you beautiful, full, and carrying my children in your belly... Do you understand, my angel?" His words left no room for argument, and no matter how tired you were, saying "no" wasn't an option. After all, you wanted him too, regardless of his appearance. He was still yours.
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So glad you clarified that "Alfred bleeding out at brucie's day party" was step 1 in becoming pennywaynes. I was just about to ask lol
Also thinking that Alfred doesn't say "fuck" because Thomas says it enough for both of them. And how they're both feral in opposite directions (loud and vulgar vs poised and eloquent) makes me wonder what direction Martha is feral in. Exceedingly painfully viciously polite? Barefoot in the dirt, she'd love poison ivy fae-tinged feral? Does this make sense? I'm sick. All I can think about is Thomas and Alfred preparing to carve someone up and you don't even know who you are supposed to be more scared of
I like to imagine Martha as Morticia Addams feral. Regal, majestic, peculiar, and could wipe the floor with your self-esteem in a minute if crossed. Bruceâs mama was a silent badass for sure.
I like to think Damian inherited her affection for animals! Hers pets were just more⊠Unique, letâs say.
Imagine youâre Alfred. Youâve been working at the Wayne manor for about two weeks now.
Thomas, your husband boss hands you a huge chunk of bloody meat hanging from a butcher hook, while yelling violently at a business partner on the phone.
âAl, go feed Bruce, will ya?â
â?????????????â
Bruce gently grabs Alfredâs hand (Alfred has to tilt down) and heâs taken to the pool area.
Thereâs a big ass tank.
Thereâs a big ass, 20 foot long, great white shark in that tank. Bruce hugs the glass. Alfred may or may not pass out. Martha gently takes Bruce in her arms, kindly asks Alfred to clean the floors, and vanishes in the shadows.
She also has an albino ball python that Bruce adores. Occasionally, she wears him as a scarf. Alfred is severely loving and regretting his life choices.
#alfred pennyworth#martha wayne#I also think martha speaks with a 20s Hollywood infliction. very smooth. she has velocity in every word#itâs addicting to listen to her voice and Thomas was down bad for her from minute three. âI like listening to her talkâ he always says#because I do think people perceive her as an autistic cryptid. a creacher if you will.#thomas wayne#pennywaynes#dc#dc comics#text#text post#the waynes
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Rotten | cowboy!joel x f!reader
Flowers
Summary: Joel decides to surprise you with something nice, but you're not in the mood. He's quick to fix your attitude, and put you in your place. Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI Word Count: 4k Warnings: No-Outbreak AU, established relationship, bickering and banter, explicit & filthy language, brat taming, reader has an attitude x1000, face slapping, hair pulling, kissing, ball worship, ball sucking, deepthroating, dabble of degredation, praise!kink, facial, f! masturbation, cumplay, rough (and soft) unprotected piv sex, creampie, some fluffy moments, just two idiots in love (even though they can be cranky) A/N: okay okay, i couldn't get enough of them. this is just pure filth, so suck it up buttercups. all my love, always xoxo
Masterlist | Ko-Fi | Part I
âWhat the fuck are those?â You asked, glaring at Joel as he walked into the stables.
He had a small bouquet of wildflowers gripped in his large hand, a soft grin teasing his lips. You were too focused on getting Mac prepped for a ride to the fields and in no mood for pleasantries. Joel stuck his hand out to you, offering the flowers with a nonchalant shrug.
âWhat do yâfuckinâ think they are? Christ, youâre in a fuckinâ mood,â he huffed.Â
âOnly âcause youâre getting on my last nerve.â
âAinât I always doinâ that?â He teased.
âOh, shut up.â
You brushed past him, hauling Macâs leather saddle off the hook on the wall and over to where Mac rested in the stall. Joel followed, his large shadow covering yours as you settled the saddle over Macâs body. With a loud huff, you turned to Joel, seeing the flowers held tight to his chest.Â
âYâwant them or not?â He asked, obviously irritated with your reaction.Â
âIf I take them, will you go away?â
You held out a hand, waiting for him to give them to you. Joel looked at your hand before sliding his dark gaze up to your eyes. It was a nice gesture, youâll give him that, but you were running out of daylight to do what you needed before it got too late.Â
âDepends,â he mused. âGonna give me a kiss and say âthank youâ?â
You rolled your eyes, flexing your fingers as a silent command for the bouquet.Â
âWill you go away if I do?â
âDepends on how good yâkiss me,â Joel quipped.
âI hate you, you know that?â You deadpanned.
âWhatever yâsay,â he chuckled, tugging you forward by your belt loop. âFuckinâ brat, câmere.â
Pressing your body against his, you cupped his scruff-covered jaw and dragged him to your lips. You could feel Joelâs smile against your mouth as you deepened the kiss, your tongue running over his bottom lip as he pulled you closer. Every hard edge of his body molded against yours, and the kiss quickly became consuming and greedy. Oh, it was so easy to get distracted by him. Peeling yourself from his lips, you lightly swatted at his chest and grabbed for the flowers.Â
âGood enough for you, old man?â
âAlways good enough for me, darlinâ,â Joel smiled, kissing you on the forehead.Â
âGood. Now, can yâleave me alone?â You asked. âI got things to do.â
You placed the flowers on the stool by the stall doors and came around the other side of Mac. You worked at securing the tie straps under his stomach, tightening them until the saddle stayed firm in place. Mac shifted slightly to the side, his neck knocking into your shoulder as you straightened back up. Looking over Mac, you saw Joel smoothing a hand over his coat, his eyes watching you curiously.Â
âSo,â he drawled. âWhere we goinâ?â
âWe arenât goinâ anywhere,â you corrected. âIâm goinâ down to the fields to check on the crops.â
âLemme come with,â he offered. âIâll be good company.â
You patted Mac on the jaw before walking back over to Joel, shoving him gently out of the stall.Â
âYouâll be a pain in my ass,â you argued.
You braced your hands against his chest for one last shove, but Joel was quick to grab your wrists and pin them at your sides. He had you trapped in his grip, and you squirmed under the heavy gaze that looked down upon you. You knew that look, and you loved it.Â
âReckon I didnât fuck yâhard enough last night,â Joel said, his voice dropping an octave. âYâgot quite the attitude today.â
You lifted your chin in defiance, giving him a tightlipped smile. It only made his hands squeeze your wrists tighter, the friction of his fingers against your skin burning deep into your flesh. Taunting Joel was easy; it was fun getting him all riled up, and you were really fucking good at pushing his buttons.Â
âWhatcha gonna do âbout it, Joel?â You dared. âYâgonna fuck me right here in the stables?â
âYou askinâ me to? âCause I will, darlinâ. Have you pinned to the ground âfore you can even blink.â
âYâgot bad knees, Miller. Not sure thatâs a smart idea,â you teased.
Joel stepped forward, crowding you into the wooden panels of the stable walls. His face was a breath away from yours, and you arched into his touch every time his mouth inched closer. You chased his lips, wanting the taste of smoke on your tongue, but he never let himself get close enough.Â
âI swear to God, some days yâreally know how to piss me the fuck off.â
âItâs what I do best,â you smiled, rolling your tongue along your bottom lip.
Joelâs eyes flicked down to your mouth, watching you push your bottom lip into an innocent pout. He unwound his hands from around your wrists and crowded you against the wall. With his height towering over you, you had to strain your neck to look at his eyes, the soft brown dissolving into a storm of onyx as his pupils engulfed his irises.Â
Oh, you were in for it now.Â
âYâknow what I do best, darlinâ?â Joel challenged. âReckon Iâm real fuckinâ good at teachinâ you how to shut the fuck up. So, yâbetter get on them pretty lilâ knees âfore I force you onto them.â
Every threatening word was a straight bolt of pleasure to your core, and you indulged in his commands, sliding to your knees without a single complaint. Responsibilities be damned, youâd happily obey him when he ordered you around like this. Tilting your head up, you batted your lashes at Joel, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
âLook at you listeninâ to me like a good lilâ slut,â Joel hummed.
Your fingers teased their way up his denim jeans, tracing over the thick muscles of his thighs. Youâd never grow tired of exploring the rugged plains of his body.Â
âMaybe I like doinâ what you ask,â you quipped. âIâm still damn good at sassinâ you, though. Donât yâever forget that, Miller.â
His hand smoothed down the hair at the crown of your head, petting you softly as he admired you. His softness was always alluring, but you knew youâd make him break the facade until he destroyed you in whichever way he pleased. And your body was begging for it now.
âTrust me, I ainât ever forgettinâ that. So long as yânever forget Iâm the one that gets to silence you for a goddamn minute.â
âOnly a minute?â You teased. Bait and switch. âThatâs how long yâgonna last, huh?â
Joelâs fingers tightened in your hair, yanking your head back until you strained against his firm grip. Bending slightly, he leveled you with a heavy stare before sending his palm flat against your cheek. You winced at the pain, but it all dissolved into a flood of arousal between your legs.Â
âStart undoinâ my belt,â he demanded, straightening back to his full height. âYâgot me real pissed off now, darlinâ.â
You gave him a coy smirk before sliding your hands over the leather of his belt, working at undoing the large metal belt buckle that situated itself under the soft pudge of his stomach. The coarse hair collecting over his navel tickled your fingertips as you dragged his jeans down his thick thighs. The black boxers hugging his hips strained against the bulge of his hardened cock, the fabric damp from precum.Â
âAinât got all day,â Joel huffed, bucking his hips forward.
âYeah, me neither,â you grumbled to yourself.Â
Joelâs hand cupped your jaw, his fingers squeezing your chin hard. You blinked up at him, watching his brows furrow together as he considered your slight attitude.Â
âWhat was that, darlinâ?â He questioned.
âYouâre wastinâ my time,â you said, voice heightened. âCan you get your dick out so I can get back to my responsibilities?â
Joel found that amusing, huffing a small laugh before hooking his thumbs into the band of his boxers. His cock sprang free, the tip red and dripping with precum. You licked your lips instinctively as you inched your body forward. Reaching for his thick length, you parted your lips to take the head of his cock into your mouth.Â
âNuh uh, not yet,â Joel tutted.Â
He gripped the base of his cock with his large hand, stroking his length slowly and deliberately. You stared up at him, confused, your core throbbing as you watched him pump his cock with a devilish grin spreading across his face. He lifted his cock toward his navel, presenting you with his balls that hung low between his thighs.Â
âSuck on them,â he ordered. âLet me see how sloppy you can get. Câmon darlinâ.â
Your knees scrapped over the hay-covered floor as you got closer, and you pressed soft kisses against his firm thighs. You had just as much power as he did, even beneath him. Dragging your tongue up his inner thigh, you pressed your nose against the crease of his pelvis, inhaling his musky scent before licking your way down toward his balls. Joelâs body twitched at the sudden sensation of your mouth, a low hum escaping his lips as you suctioned around the velvety skin.Â
âThere we go, thatâs it. Look at how pretty yâlook between my legs,â Joel praised. âKeep puttinâ that filthy mouth to use.â
You whined at his words, preening at the gentle praises he gave. You took turns worshipping each, alternating between languid strokes of your tongue and soft suckling motions that made him shudder above you. Bringing a hand up, you cupped them together, your jaw aching as you pulled them into the warmth of your mouth. Joel continued pumping himself, his fingers occasionally brushing over you as he gripped the base of his cock.Â
âMhmm, just like that. Ainât givinâ you my cock yet, so keep it up. Get sloppy with it, darlinâ.â
Planting one hand on his hip, you pulled away with a trail of drool falling from your lips. If he wanted sloppy, then youâd give him sloppy. Gathering enough saliva over your tongue, you sent a glob of spit over them. Your mouth was immediately back on him, tongue gliding across the supple skin now glistening with your drool. The further you nuzzled into the space between his legs, the stronger his musk became, the manly scent of him invading your senses as you drank him in.Â
âYâlike that, darlinâ? Got your whole face pressed against my balls like a good lilâ slut.â
âYes,â you moaned, your words muffled and desperate.Â
You teased your way upward, letting your tongue flick against the base of his cock. Joel tensed up, his hand halting its deliberate strokes. He didnât protest to your wandering mouth, so you continued your movements further up the underside of his cock, tracing your tongue over the thick veins that ran up his hardened length.Â
âGreedy lilâ thing just achinâ for my cock, huh? Bet those pretty panties are just drenched right now,â he teased.Â
You gave him a tiny nod before he guided the head of his cock between your parted lips. The tang of precum coated your tastebuds as you drank him in, widening your jaw until it slackened. Joel stuffed himself inside your mouth, pressing himself deeper until he nudged the back of your throat. Drool rolled down your chin as he rocked forward, knocking against your throat with each thrust. You sputtered around him, swallowing around his length to keep your breathing even. Curling your hair between his fingers, Joel held you firm at the base of his cock; your nose smashed into his pelvis as he kept you motionless against him.Â
âSwear yâlook so fuckinâ beautiful when your lips are wrapped around me, darlinâ. I fuckinâ love seeinâ you choke on my cock.â
Your eyes rolled back, the words spilling from his lips sounding like sweet honey as they poured over you, mixing with the pleasure building inside your core. You needed release just as badly as he did, your body thrumming with desire. Steadying your gaze up, you connected with Joelâs heavy stare, his eyes hooded and dark. Letâs play with fire, you thought as you snaked one hand down your abdomen. With your mouth still full of Joelâs cock, you worked at the button of your jeans, shoving your hand past the waistband of your underwear. He had been right⊠you were drenched. Your fingertips glided over your clit with ease, the friction of your touch sending shockwaves through your veins. A small cry muffled out from your lips, the vibration of the sound making Joel choke on his breath.Â
âChrist,â he exhaled. âAlways so damn needy, ainât you?â
Joel ripped himself from your mouth, a slew of heaving breaths exhaling from your lips as you tried to fill your lungs again. Joelâs cock hung in front of your face, covered in your drool and painfully hard. Your fingers worked faster against your aching bud, your eyes fluttering shut as you neared the precipice of release. You knew he was close to release, too, and you lapped at the slit along the head of his cock playfully.
âI know youâre needy, too, Joel,â you teased. âCâmon.â
He groaned at your words, his hand wrapping around his length again, pumping himself fast and unsteady. The muscles under the soft skin of his stomach flexed, his balls tightening up as his orgasm neared. You held onto the white-hot pleasure boiling under your skin, waiting for the moment to come undone with him.Â
âPleaseâŠplease,â you begged, lips curling into a lazy smile.
Joel smacked a hand against the wall behind you, bending over your kneeling body as he pumped hot ropes of his cum over your face. It spattered against your wet lips, your cheeks, your noseâŠcompletely defiling you in the most perfect way. Your orgasm crashed against the surface, and you cried out as your core clenched through each ripple that fluttered through you.
âFuck,â Joel groaned, crouching down.Â
He cupped your face between his hands, his eyes hazy and tired as he admired you. Sweat clung to his brow, and a few curls stuck at his scalp, but he looked so handsome. Yes, he pissed you off⊠a lot⊠but he was yours.Â
âI love you,â he muttered before pulling you in for a kiss.
You lapped at his tongue, the salty taste of your saliva coating over his mouth as you deepened the kiss. Joelâs tongue swept across your lips, collecting droplets of his cum with each pass. He fed his release to you, spit alternating between your open mouths as you pulled him closer. His knees scraped across the ground as he knelt in front of you, pinning your body to his chest as he wrapped a strong arm around your back.Â
âThink my sweet girl deserves a lilâ attention now,â Joel whispered as his mouth trailed down your neck.Â
Slowly, he guided you onto your back, the dust from the ground tickling your nose, and it kicked up around you. It didnât take much wrestling to get your pants off, nor did you fight Joel when he hooked your legs over his shoulders and pressed himself against your entrance.Â
âForgot somethinâ,â he said, peering up at you slyly.
Joel leaned over your body, brushing his fingers through the cum still covering your face. Collecting it on the pads of his fingers, he brought them down to his cock, coating his length in the sticky release he had spilled onto you only moments ago. You quirked a brow at him, watching him grip the base of his cock as he readied himself to push into you.
âAinât wastinâ a goddamn drop, darlinâ. Wanna see this perfect pussy leakinâ with my cum.â
Then he was splitting you open with one hard thrust, forcing the air to whoosh out of your lungs. His cock slipped in and out of you with ease, lewd noises radiating around you as your slick mixed with his cum as he quickened his speed. Your back arched off the ground, your mind dizzying with the feeling of him pressing against that sweet spot inside you.
âThis what you needed?â Joel grunted. âNeeded that bratty lilâ attitude fucked outta you?â
âI still canât fuckinââŠ.stand you,â you gasped.Â
âAinât gotta stand me, darlinâ. Just needa take my cock whenever I want, and thank me for it.â
Joel bowed over your body, your legs aching as he pried them open wider. His cock speared into you, stretching you to an unbearable place as you writhed beneath him. Somewhere in the distance, you heard Mac huff loudly, no doubt impatient and waiting for you to return. Fuck, you were losing track of time, but with Joelâs weight pressed against youâŠnone of it mattered.
âYâgonna thank me?â Joel demanded.Â
âFuck me harder, and maybe I will.â
Joelâs eyes bore into you, flickers of hunger cresting over his dark irises. You knew that lookâyou loved that. You loved that moment right before he snapped; you loved knowing all your bratty efforts paid off. Yes, he bugged the shit out of you most of the time, but he was always yours in every single way. Your entire being had molded into his; your body, your heartâŠevery part of you loved him.
âHarder, huh?â Joel smirked. âThink you deserve it after all the shit you pulled earlier? Donât think so, darlinâ. Mâgonna fuck yaâ real nice and slow. Take my time with you.â
âJoel,â you whined.
He dismissed your pleas as he continued to rock into you, his pace slowing to an agonizing pace. You tried bucking your hips higher, coaxing him back into the tempo he had started with, but it was no use. With his meaty hand wrapped around one of your calves, Joel curled you into the ground, your body resting on its side while he curved himself into you. This was how you both slept at nightâspooned into each other and bodies melded together. But now his breath was hot against your neck, and his cock was lazily thrusting in and out of youâŠand you were seeing stars explode behind your eyes.Â
âThis feel good, darlinâ?â Joel whispered in your ear.
âFeels so fuckinâ good, Joel,â you sighed.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand splayed across your stomach, drawing you even closer to his warm chest. You reached around his neck, craning your neck far enough to capture his lips, the sounds of your pleasured cries dying on his searching tongue. Joel panted into your open mouth, his breath ragged and strained as he bucked into your pliant body.Â
âAinât gonna last much longer,â he groaned, nipping at your bottom lip. âWant you squeezinâ my cock when I fill you full of my cum.â
Your moan was loud enough to echo through the stables, his words ricocheting through your body as your orgasm built inside your core. Joelâs thrusts were shallow, but with each snap of his hips, he buried himself deeper. God, you could feel him in your fucking stomach; his thick length rubbing against your slick walls until you tensed up with the need for release.
âJust like that, Joel. PleaseâŠjust like that,â you whimpered.
âI know, darlinâ. I know,â he crooned. âBeinâ such a good girl for me.â
Your breath caught in your throat, a cry of relief tearing out of your chest as you unraveled in his arms. Your core clenched around him, just as he asked, your sex milking him through every wave of your release. Arousal leaked down your inner thighs, your skin slippery and wet as you felt Joel topple over the edge behind you. With an animalistic groan, he pumped you full of his cum, painting your insides with his release.Â
Your head tilted back against his shoulder, your chests rising and falling with labored breaths. Joel curved his hand over your breasts, cupping them gently as he planted soft kisses down the side of your neck.Â
âWhereâs my thank you?â He mumbled into your skin, chuckling softly.Â
You swatted at his hand as he toyed with your nipples, letting a soft laugh bubble out of you. Rolling to the side, you peeled away from his body, his softening cock slipping from inside you. Propping yourself on your kneesâcareful not to get dust or hay in places you didnât want themâyou tousled his salt and pepper hair, watching a grin split across his face.
âI love you, Joel,â you started. âAnd thank you for the flowers, but youâre still a pain in my fuckinâ ass.â
He propped himself up on one elbow, admiring your messy hair and blissed-out features, the amber color of his eyes drinking you in.Â
âI could be fuckinâ your ass,â he tossed back.
âFuck off!â You laughed, shoving his chest.
Gathering your clothes from the ground, you pieced yourself back together, shimming your jeans over your hips before sidestepping your way around his body and back into Macâs stall. Mac paced around the stall, tossing his head back and forth as you neared him. You patted his side roughly before readjusting his saddle. Glancing over at the stool, your heart warmed at seeing the array of wildflowers nicely bundled together, a sweet reminder of the simplicity of Joelâs admiration. He wasnât a man of many words, at least not the ones that sounded nice, but his efforts proved his love for you.Â
âSâalright, darlinâ,â Joel said, his body leaning against the doorway. âYou can be nice for once and appreciate somethinâ chivalrous.âÂ
âGuess I never took you to be the type,â you shrugged with a grin.
âAnd weâre back to beinâ a lilâ brat,â he huffed.
Walking his way toward you, Joel scooped you into his arms, dipping his head low enough to draw you in for a slow, languid kiss. You raked your nails through his sweat-dampened curls, holding him close to you as you breathed in his whiskey scent.Â
âCâmon,â he urged. âLetâs make sure my girl gets her responsibilities done for the day. I got plans for us later.â
âOh?â You questioned.
âMhmm. Got real big plans for you.â
You rolled your eyes, returning to Mac and lifting yourself into the stirrup. Joelâs hands grabbed onto your hips, helping guide you up. You adjusted your body in the saddle, readying yourself to take off, but Joel quickly kept Mac from moving. Before you could even protest, he was climbing up behind you, shoving himself against your back and crowding your body in the saddle. You tossed an annoyed look over your shoulder, only to be met by his usual lazy grin.Â
This fucking man, you thought to yourself.
âIâm never gettinâ a moment of peace from you, am I?â You grumbled.
âDamn right, darlinâ. Now, lead the way.â
You kicked your heels against Mac, guiding him out through the stables. The sunset colored the sky in lilac and soft pink hues as you and Joel rode into the fields, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and his heart beating against your back. Youâd never tire of moments like this, even if they all started with a few bickering words and filthy promises.
You loved your grumpy cowboy and the life you shared.
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Pls, I need Alastor and brat taming. đ
Fem!reader who acts soo cocky around everyone and tells Alastor she isnât scared of him only for him to respond âyou will be.â and he spanks and overstimulates her until she submits to him. The next day sheâs walking round the hotel thoroughly avoiding him bc sheâs so embarrassed.
a/n: PFFTTT the brat in me is going wild for this one bestie
buy me a coffee?
tags: 18+ smut, nsfw, spanking, slight choking, over stimulation, brat taming, shadow tentacle use, sliiight ass play/double penetration
"dude you're fuckin' scary..." angel physically shudders when alastor rises from the shadows and appears at your side. you raise an eyebrow before laughing at angel. "for real? look at those fluffy ears and little tail! this is scary?" you reach up and boop his ears, which twitch at your touch. he narrows his glare at you, daring you to test him further. "go on, darling. keep belittling me like that and you will know just how scary i am."
you roll your eyes, locking arms with him as he starts to lead you away from angel and the others. "you're all bark, no bite." you continue to prod, poking his cheek with your finger. "stop it." he warns, and his tone is serious, but you just stick your tongue out at him. "i'm not afraid of you, al." you huff with confidence. reaching the door to your room, he pauses. "oh?" his voice cracks through the radio static for a brief moment, and you feel goosebumps rise on your arms. "is that so?"
even though the look in his eyes has you reconsidering your brave behavior, you stand your ground. "yeah, what's so scary about the radio demon, hm? gonna haunt me while the top 20 pop songs play? or i guess you'd only haunt me over some jazz or someth-" your words catch in your throat when alastor's suddenly pushing you against the door to your bedroom, for anyone walking by to see. "you need to learn your place, little one."
with wide eyes, you look up at him. "what are you doing?" you whisper, glancing around the thankfully empty hallway. alastor easily towers over you, caging you against the door. "you should be afraid of me, sweetheart..." he says, low and breathy against your ear. "i think you just need to learn your lesson, that's all." you're about to protest, your hand flat against his chest but then you feel his lips on your skin and you all but melt. "i don't-" you gasp, alastor's teeth scraping against your neck.
"shhh." alastor's hands slide around your body, opening the door and walking you through it. "alastor..." you swallow, about to challenge him more but his hand wraps around your throat before you can. "not another peep until i say so." your mouth opens as alastor pushes you to the bed, but the tug of your pants and underwear stop you. "w-wait!" you scramble, but alastor just chuckles. "not so tough now, are you?"
he rolls your panties up into a ball and in the process, he can feel the wetness your panties have collected. "if you can't handle it, you're more than welcome to admit to me that you are scared, my darling." he teases, but you hold your ground with a glare. "now, as for your punishment... over my knee." he commands, sounding so natural in this demanding tone. you bite your lip, wiggling further onto the mattress and away from him. when he sighs, you can't help but giggle.
but then there's something wrapping around your ankle and sliding you over to alastor's lap. "h-hey wait, no fair!" you whine when you see his shadow tentacle secured around you. alastor chuckles, another tentacle coming up over your mouth. "tap my leg if it's too much." he whispers, and you know he's giving you an out even after your playful disrespect. but your pussy throbs as you're pulled over his leg, bare ass up and ready for him and you're fully invested in this now.
you shudder when alastor's hand rests on your ass before coming down hard on it with a smack. your shriek is mostly muffled by the shadow acting as a gag, especially as the second hit comes faster than expected. wiggling in his lap, you whine against his restraints until you feel something prodding at your pussy and go completely limp as a shadow starts to slowly push inside of you.
eyes wide, you wriggle in his grasp but it only earns you a smack to your other cheek. "just relax, darling. or are you scared?" he pouts above you, watching the way your body reacts to his every touch. his tentacle eases into you, stretching your cunt in such a way that you're seeing stars already. you moan against your gag, jolting when you're hit once again. alastor's large palm rubs the irritated, bright red skin as his tentacle fucks you in slow, languid strokes.
you're certainly not scared, and alastor is well aware of that fact by the way your pussy squelches with every push of his shadow. he can hear how wet you are without even looking. you gasp when you feel yet another tentacle pressing ever so gently against your ass, just prodding the tight muscle but not threating to enter. your head whips around to look at alastor, eyes wide with a tinge of panic, but alastor's smirk is reassuring.
he may be teaching you a lesson here, but he's not a monster and respects your boundaries after all.
"tapping out, my sweet?" he snickers when your wide eyes drop to a glare once again. "that's what i thought." he hums, another smack hitting your abused skin. he's just toying with your ass, the tip of his shadow just barely edging its way in but the pressure itself is enough to start pushing you towards the edge. and when the tentacle slips passed the tight ring of muscle, you can't stop your orgasm from following quickly after.
every nerve in your body rings as waves of pleasure crash over your, your moans barely muffled by alastor's tentacle over your mouth. you swear you've never cum harder ever, and yet alastor doesn't stop. he's still pumping his shadow in and out of your cunt, spreading your wetness all over your inner thighs and even onto his pants. it's almost too much, the fullness of having both holes played with as well as the feeling of being restrained the way you were.
your eyes well up with tears, overwhelmed with the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins and alastor doesn't seem like he's going to be stopping any time soon unless you tap out.
and you're not a bitch, so tapping out is not an option.
alastor's free hand reaches your other cheek and spreads it apart, giving himself a view of the action in front of him. he'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't throbbing at the sight of his shadow pumping in and out of your slick pussy, prodding your tight ass. you feel so exposed, you can feel his eyes burning through you but that only makes you clench harder. alastor gives your cheek another quick smack and you're a goner once more.
shaking, your second orgasm hits you even harder somehow. your whimpers are barely audible, but loud enough to make alastor groan himself. "fuck, hands and knees, now." he breathes, pushing you off of his lap and quickly undoing his pants just enough to free his aching cock. your restraints are removed, giving you free access to move once more, but you also lose the fullness of the tentacles. its not for long though, as alastor lines his cock up with your leaking pussy
as alastor starts to slide his cock inside, one hand finds your hip while the other pushes your head into the mattress. your thighs shake with every thrust, and your pussy aches from the prior intrustion already but you can't help yourself from pushing back on him. you probably seem desperate, cumming twice already and still eager for more, but alastor has you like putty in his hands. "oooh now see, who's a good little slut, hm?" he coos, fucking into you harder.
you whimper into the blanket, still muffled like earlier but more pronounced now and alastor's ears twitch with every moan. he won't soon forget this little interaction, seeing you so needy and obedient. he smacks each cheek, enjoying your pathetic sounding cries as your body begs for a break. "cum again, darling." alastor grunts, hips slamming into yours in quick strokes. you shake your head, protesting the potential, but alastor's shadow sneaks around your body to play with your clit.
"n-no too much-" you pant, both convulsing with every flick of his tentacle. alastor just clicks his tongue to his teeth. "one more, sweetheart. then, maybe you'll have learned your lesson." you feel every thrust of his cock hitting right against your cervix, your head spinning as alastor works to pull another orgasm from you. "f-fuckk al-" you cry out, pussy pulsing around his cock, tears springing free from the overwhelming pleasure.
alastor's orgasm follows quickly behind you, and he chooses to pull out and paint your reddened ass cheeks with his cum. the red skin, in contrast with the milky white of his seed is a sight he won't soon forget. you whimper with each thick rope of cum hitting your skin before you collapse onto the bed.
you dont remember too much after that, but alastor gets you cleaned up and you're asleep within seconds.
the next day, you walk into the kitchen with your head down. "ah! good morning, sunshine!" alastor chirps, sipping from his coffee cup. you feel everyone's eyes on you, but all you can do is stare at the ground. "shut it, asshole..." you mumble on your way to grab a drink yourself. alastor just smirks. "naww, is someone embarrassed?" he pouts, eyes wide and teasing. "im never talking to you again." you threaten, but alastor hums and ignores your weak threat.
because you're crawling into his bed that night, begging for more.
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Iâve come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehogâs a bitch ass mother fucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. Thatâs right, he took his hedgehog fuckin' quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was THIS BIG. And I said âthatâs disgusting!â So Iâm making a callout post on my twitter dot com: "Shadow the Hedgehog, you got a small dick, itâs the size of this walnut except WAY smaller." And guess what, hereâs what my dong looks like: PFFFFFFFFGJT. Thatâs right baby. All point, no quills, no pillows, look at that it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife so guess what, Iâm gonna FUCK THE EARTH. THATS RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, MY SUPER LAZER PISS. Except Iâm not gonna piss on the earth, Iâm gonna go higher. Iâm pissing on the MOOOOOON! How do you like that, OBAMA? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss d r o p l e t s hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too!
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Ok what about kitty reader that finds some red string and starts to play with it, and what if kitty reader gets wrapped around in the red string all tied up just when the 141 monster yanderes gets back from hunting (their testosterones are runing so high)
Oh no, little kitty is all tied up and dumb because she resisted too much, and now her cute ass is on display for everyone to use...I'm sure that no one from your beautiful packmates is going to use this. Gaz definitely won't just haul you over his shoulder to everyone's dismay so he can drag you to his nest like the prettiest little toy and then play with your pussy that is way to wet for someone who meowls so much about not wanting for him to spread her legs and then tug on her fluffy tail...Gaz just killed a bunch of enemy monsters in the altercation, he wants someone cute to tell him how strong is he! Soap doesn't have the patience to let you be tied up, unfortunately( out of everyone, he'd love you tied up and cute - when he actually has time to make elaborate knots and not when his balls are going to burst from your tits sticking out so much while all tied up and perky. He promises he'd be gentle, but his claws are already ripping out the bindings and his tongue latches on your tits, keeping you in place. He would leave some of the string intact - mainly for your hands, so you won't be able to push him away or tug on his hair - but you're still stuck in a place like a lovely little plaything. Ghost wouldn't ever disturb the ropes because, fortunately, he has the power to just push his shadow tendrils in your warm, sticky holes, filling you up without the need to prepare you or spread your legs too much. If anything, he doubles down on the number of restraints - seeing you so helpless, with your tail wagging around in panic and your pointy ears trembling, he just loves to put his tongue everywhere, playing with the temperature. As a cat hybrid, you are warmer than a normal human - but oh, Ghost is so cold, he loves to suck on your hot pussy and make you squirm from the contrast( Price would be so mean( bullying you for being a dumb kitty who got stuck in the strings, and now her cute ass is on display for everyone( he is the type to leave you to be fucked by his teammates just so he could lift your limp body in his hands later, making his dumb little kitty warm his cock like a good girl. You are usually too squirmy and active to sit on his cock like a good girl - so it's only for the better that you're tied up now, not writhing away from him like some dumb girl who doesn't know any better.
#cod#cod x reader#yandere cod#tw: monster fucking#monster!gaz#monster!ghost#monster!soap#monster!price#price x reader#soap x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x reader#yandere ghost#yandere price#yandere gaz#yandere soap
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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their assđ«Ą with so much disrespect.
hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.
summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.
warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You couldnât believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didnât know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that heâs threatening your man.Â
You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan couldâve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.
âListen, dick licker. If you donât stop threatening my fucking husband. Iâm going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.â You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)
âIs that a threat?â Captain Dipshit sneers.
âDid it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?â You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind heâs probably thinking âyeah, I can take this chick.â You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.
âListen, Babe. This is between us men, now why donât you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom âcause once Iâm done with your husband here. Youâll be creaminâ around me.â
Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.Â
It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.Â
âYou wanna repeat that, Princess?â You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. âHow bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and Iâll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.âÂ
He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isnât gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.Â
You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. âYou donât like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You couldâve âkilledâ the Wolverine, but he wouldnât have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching whatâs HIS. He wouldâve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. Itâs what makes me love him.â You pat the manâs cheek, grinning as he winces.Â
âHow bout an apology and I wonât kill you.â
âFâfuck you.â He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.Â
Your face screwed up. âWell, that was stupid.â With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. âYouâre not wearing that cute set and I donât have a sandwich, but this will do.â He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?
A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. âHey mista, you dead?â You look at Logan, âBitch passed out.â He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.Â
He walks over and places a kiss on your head, âCâmon, letâs go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.â Your eyes light up.
âDo you meanâŠ?!â
Logan nods, smirking. âIâll finally let you fuck me while I drive.â Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.
âOH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Youâre the best husband a woman could ask for!â And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.
thank you for reading!
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Them knocking on your door frantically/incessantly; only for you to answer the door soaked and wrapped in nothing but a towel because you were in the shower TW: AFAB Reader, 18+ MDNI, Some implied forceful sex
Adam
You had just exited the shower, only a thin towel separating you from the outside world, steam still sticking to the mirror in your bathroom.
You hear the loud ass voice before you hear the knocking. Rolling your eyes, you figured a few extra minutes for the princess Adam to wait wouldn't kill him.
How wrong you were. As you stood in your flimsy towel, bent over, looking for some clothes to change into, you least expected him to open your door and walk right in.
Jumping, you stood up straight and tried to cover yourself from his roaming eyes as beads of water still cascaded down your body, not to mention he had a complete view of your pussy not even minutes ago.
"Damn bitch, bend over again; I will show you how nice that pussy of yours would feel filled to the brim."
You tried to save face and roll your eyes, scolding him for entering your room; however, you knew the slick between your folds was no longer just from the shower water.
As Adam hummed and approached you closer, you saw the predatory look in his eyes, and soon, you were caged between him and the wall.
His hot breath was on the crook of your neck when he spoke again, this time in a deep, sultry, breathy tone. "I said bend over and let me show you how good it feels to be filled to the brim."
Your breath hitched in your throat, and with a quick nod, you could feel the smile against your neck as he led you to your bed and threw you face down.
His slender fingers gathered the slick between your folds and rubbed your sensitive bud that had only grown more prominent the longer he admired your towel-clad body.
His other hand made quick work to discard said towel and raise his robes high enough that his cock was free to pummel you.
As soon as you were ready for his cock he was balls deep inside of you with no warning. Your screams and moans music to his ears a symphony only for him to enjoy.
He enjoyed pulling on your wet hair and holding your body close to his as he rocked into you, whispering how good and slutty you were to let your God fuck your tight cunt.
As you neared your end, he was kind enough to abuse your clit till your legs were shaking, and your high was so intense you were fucked dumb.
When he finished, he pulled out and came all down your ass and enjoyed the sight taking your towel to wipe you down and smile at you. As you laid there fucked out, he laughed and left to continue on with his day.
Alastor
You were wrapped in a big fluffy towel as you scurried down the hall to return to your room. Angel had stolen your favorite shower steamer, and you wanted it back for your luxury shower.
However, you were unaware that some shadows had been watching the scene unfold, with your small frame barely hidden behind the fluffy red fabric.
As you returned to your room to strip and jump in the hot water, a hand found its way out of the shadows and gripped your neck tightly.
"My doe, what makes you think it is acceptable to walk out of your room dressed like that? Who could have seen you? What would people think? Are you really such a common whore?"
Even as the words stung, you couldn't help the shudder felt between your thighs at his dark and sadistic tone. A slight whine leaves you in protest of being stopped.
You could hear his smile in his voice as he pressed himself against your ass and felt the tick-hard cock rocking against you. You managed to make quite the impression.
Soon, you were flipped around to face the intruder; before you stood Alastor. His eyes were blown wide as he looked down at your full breasts, barely covered by the towel now, as you were too distracted to keep it taught around you.
"Drop the towel and get on the bed, dear; let me show you why you will never leave the room like this again."
You nodded blindly, not even caring what would happen. The only things you could focus on were the heat in your core and the shower off in the distance.
You lay on the bed, ass in the air, as Alastor came in behind you. Gently he rubbed your bare ass giving your gaping hole a few strokes, making you moan out softly.
What caught you by surprise, however, was the thick smack against your ass, then Alastor counting. Smooth, soft circles were rubbed on the mark before another slap was heard.
Each slap leads to your pussy clenching and more cum pouring from your hole. A new lewd sound left your mouth as drool pooled around the corner of your lips.
When Alsator had his fill watching your cunt flutter around nothing, he got down on his knees and shoved his tongue deep in your hole. The scream you emitted sent him deep into desire.
As he fucked your cunt with his tongue, you begged and cried to cum, holding it in till he allowed you. You released as soon as he gave you the okay, and Alastor devoured your release like a starved man.
You barely got up, trying to return the favor to him, but he just smiled and patted your head, kissing you gently, your spend fresh on his lips. He vanished into the shadows, reminding you that if you ever pulled a stunt like this again, he would show you who you belonged to.
Lucifer
Lucifer had just gifted you a new rubber duck earlier in the day when you decided that a nice bath or shower would do you some good after all the work in the hotel.
You stood under the beating water, enjoying the sensations of relaxed muscles and wondering thoughts when you heard the door to your room being knocked on.
You just assumed Charlie needed something, so you kept about your business. Climbing out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and noticed you had left your clothes on your bed.
Walking out to your room, you didn't expect to see Lucifer, let alone him sniffing your panties and rolling his eyes. Both of you looked like deer in the headlights, having been caught.
However, as a few minutes passed and Lucifer noticed you weren't showing him out, he smirked and approached you.
"You like that, Duckie, watching me enjoy your scent, watching me derail mentally at how fuckable you look all the damn time."
Your breath hitched, and a soft, barely audible moan was heard from you as Lucifer smiled and slowly pulled one of your hands from your chest.
He led you to the bed and stood with you at the edge. Slowly he removed his jacket, button-up, and pants, and you watched your pussy aching with each new piece of skin showing on him.
Once he was bare before you, your eyes landed on his thick white cock that was leaking pre cum already. As if he could read your mind, he pulled you onto the bed with him, gently guiding you on top of him.
As he laid down fully and your towled body hovered over him, he could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest; slowly, he pulled the towel off of you and dropped it beside the bed. Your entrance barely hovering over his erect penis.
"Come on, baby girl, ride my cock, see how good it feels to be full of the king of hell."
No second thought, you leaned over gently and stroked his cock before sliding your wet hole down him. As he bottomed out in you, a deep guttural moan was heard from him as his hands gripped your hips.
He let you lead the pace at first, moving your hips in slow circles and bouncing ever so slightly. He waited till you were a mess and your legs were giving out.
As soon as you couldn't keep yourself up anymore, he pulled you down to his chest and repositioned his legs so he could slam up into you.
Eventually, between the scratches, moans, and slaps, his hands went from your hips to your ass cheeks as he violently hammered his cock into your gummy walls, your cum, making a white frothy ring around his cock.
He whispered praise in your ear, making sure you came at least two more times before he began to tell you how close he was. His red, angry tip was brushing the insides of your walls, and before you knew it, he painted your insides white with his thick ropes.
He let you lay there on him, out of breath and fucked out. Slowly, he removed himself from you and helped clean you up again before pulling you into a loving embrace.
Husk
You and Husk had an interesting bond, something that everyone picked up on right away. The sexual tension was there the minute you two laid eyes on one another. However, you two swore you were only friends.
You had been in the shower talking to Husk through the bathroom door as he sat on your bed and drank from his whiskey. However, he also had one hand in his pants, stroking his cock to his imagination of your naked body.
You continued your conversation, unaware of what was happening. However, what caught Husk off guard was that you left the shower running long after you had already gotten out and had the towel wrapped around you.
As the shower cut off, he thought he had a little more time before the door opened, and you caught him red-handed, his hand deep in his pants, massaging his cock to the thought of you.
As you two made eye contact, your legs involuntarily closed and rubbed together at the sight of Husk's fist buried in his pants and his red tip poking out eagerly, waiting for relief.
When he noticed you staring, mouth agape and almost eager to watch him continue or move things further, he smirked and spoke in the dark, husky tone you always liked.
"Why don't you come here doll and clean me up, I was so close till you decided to join me."
You nodded in a trance and joined Husk on your bed. As you made your way over, his pants were shimmied down more so he could spread his legs open a little wider for you.
Once you were between his legs, you looked at his cock and looked up at him through your eyelashes. This seemed to cause a good sensation over Husk as he bucked up towards you.
You slowly dropped the towel taking your place between his legs and raising your ass up for him. Your mouth soon replaced his hand, and you sucked him off gently and slowly till he was grunting steadily.
"Fuck good girl, gonna make daddy fill that pretty mouth and throat, huh. Do good like this, and maybe he will fill that tight pussy too."
It was a new sensation sucking off Husk. You had never done something like this, always being a pillow princess in your past life, but this was erotic on a new level.
The direct eye contact as he watched you slowly love on his cock and suck him off with all the attention you could. Slowly your hand snuck under you, and you began rubbing your clit, eliciting a deep moan around his base.
As soon as he saw what you were up to and the moan that left your mouth, he had his hands deep in your hair and shoving you down on his cock. Head thrown back in bliss at how well you were doing.
Soon he was guiding your head and fuckign your mouth like he was never going to cum again. Pump after pump, your eyes began to tear up, and saliva pooled down your chin and onto his pelvis.
As he was nearing his end, you could feel him tense in your mouth, followed by the ropes of cum down your throat. Once you cleaned him up, watching him twitch from being overstimulated, you moved up his body and kissed him.
It wasn't long after that you two agreed you could no longer classify yourselves as just friends,
Vox
Vox always got his way, and when he needed to talk to someone, he needed to talk to them. He was a busy man with a million schedules and meetings that had to happen so he could stay on top.
You happened to be the key to one of his meetings as you had the flash drive with the classified files he kept off the cloud so no one could steal them.
He banged on your door for five minutes, but he had not heard from you. He had checked all the cameras in the building, and you were nowhere to be seen in the immediate vicinity. Even his front desk assistant had yet to learn where you were.
You were growing on his nerves from his want and almost need to fuck you, and now you disappearing. He was irate and sexually frustrated.
However, on his tenth round of knocking, he wasn't expecting to see you pissed off and wrapped in a dark navy blue towel, complimentary of the man himself, when he offered you this room.
You looked at him, confused. You knew you had all day off because of some stupid big-ass meeting the Vee's had, so why was your boss beating down your damn door.
You were enjoying using the shower head to get off to the thought of said man naked till he interrupted you. However, the look in his eyes when he raked over your body quickly changed your anger into need.
"You will be the death of me, won't you, little one, walking around like a slut and then opening the door for me like a wrapped little present."
Before you could comprehend or answer, you were pushed into your room, the door locked behind him with a flick of his wrist. You were corned on your bed, falling back gently.
He looked over your body from above, shuddering at how your pussy was glistening not just from water but cum. He knew you had to have been pleasuring yourself in that shower.
Slowly, he unzipped his pants and loosened his tie as he crawled over you. He unfurled the towel from your front and admired your beautiful body.
Slowly, he leaned down and kissed you deeply and let his hand wander your chest and rub your nipples. The little mewls of pleasure were intoxicating for him, and he knew he needed more.
So much for a quick fuck, he was soon taking off his suit and button up with your assistance as he heatedly made out with you and adorned your body in hickies.
Once he was undressed and satisfied with how marked you were, he slid his hand down your stomach and rubbed his fingers through your soaked folds.
He gently messaged your clit and teased your tight hole with his fingers. As your moans picked up and he felt you shudder into an intense orgasm, he smiled and used the slick on his hands to rub his cock.
"I am going to fuck you so hard. All you can think about is me. Do you understand, little one? I am going to fill you up and claim you as mine."
You whied in a soft moan, and he had his throbbing blue tip lined up with your aching cunt. He dived into you and began pounding your walls, finding all the spots that led you to arch your back.
He wanted more, though he needed more, and soon he had your knees up to your ears, and he held you in a mating press fucking his cock into your cervix and watching you roll your eyes back.
He spat in your mouth and smiled, watching you gulp and moan as his cock brushed just right, and you spasmed around him, milking even him dry, his cum, painting your walls.
Once you both calmed down he pulled out slowly and cleaned you up gently, he had over 60 missed called from Velvette and Valentino because he chose to fuck you over the big meeting.
Oh well, at least now you have no more desk work as you have become Vox's lover and personal fuck toy.
Prompt assistance: @literallurker
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ft. crown prince!itoshi sae x commoner!femreader x second prince!itoshi rin (only bc you are rin's fiancée)
đĄ synopsis. you were chosen to be the second princeâs fiancĂ©e for rinâs convenience, but fate had different plans when you fell for his older brother, the crown prince, instead. as you start hearing strange voices during your engagement ball, sae falls victim to alexisâ curse, which only your love can break. what happens when news spread of the crown prince's revival and rin finds out?
â content warning. 13.3k (yikes)ă royal au ă classism ă cheating themes & pdaăâ rin is rude, offensive, & insulting ă your parents & sis for plot are assholes ă semi-arranged marriage (?) ă reader is illiterate ă narration heavy ă reader gets called whore once ă implied death & gorish description ă implied stranglingă animal murder ă minimal implication of shorter readerăthe relationship with sae is highkey rushed now that i reread it.
notes. this took me two weeks+ to finish ahhh. i thank my past self for being obsessed with manhwas so muchh, and ty to rhymezone for saving my ass w/ the ancient poem. first time using capital letters when writing fanfics, only bc it's really long though, eeee.
In the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red Moon,
When Stars Align and Shadows Loom,
The Greatâs Fate is Sealed in the Veil of Night,
By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.
But From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,
Shall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,
With Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,
To Bring the Order, End the Storm.
A Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,
In the Embrace of a Simple Face.
But Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,
For This, Will Lead to Oneâs Gentle Doom.
âI beg your pardon, Your Majesty,â your father stammered, âM-My eldest daughter has fallen gravely ill, and I fear she physically cannot journey to the Grand Empire of Aquaria tomorrow!â
The kingâs eyes flared open in shock as the words reached his ears. His grip on the plush armrest of his throne tightened, the baroque carvings digging into his palm.
âWhat?!â He yelled, dismissing the fan bearer with a sharp glare before rising from his throne and taking two steps forward. His shadow covered large over your fatherâs trembling figure.Â
âShe chooses now, of all times, to be stricken with sickness? At a crucial time for our kingdom? Such insolence!â He descended three more steps and glared down at him. âDid you forget that His Imperial Highness has specifically requested a lady from your clan?â
âIââ
The king struck his scepter harshly against the floor, silencing the man. âAll the other houses of your garbage clan bore only sons,â he spat, âShe will go, and that is final!â
âActuallyâŠâ the commonerâs lips pointed upwards in a well-rehearsed smile as he placed a hand over his heart in false politeness. âI have another daughter. Sheâs eagerâ eager to fulfill her duty. She is twenty, two years younger than the prince, but still of age.â
King Orion arched an eyebrow and his mouth twisted into a sneer. âVery well,â he replied, waving his hand in disinterest as he returned to his throne. âSummon her.â
In truth, the kingâs concern wasnât with Aria, your older sister. He cared little for which daughter was offered up to Aquariaâs second prince. It was a political necessity, nothing moreâ a favour to His Imperial Highness, Prince Rin. Or more like a fulfillment of Rinâs rather odd request that came with a threat. As long as someone from your clan was presented, it mattered not to him whether it was your sister or some other sacrificial lamb for the slaughter.
At the call of your name, the guards creaked open the heavy doors, and you entered the throne chamber slowly. When you reached the foot of the throne, you lowered your body in a curtsey bow, your gaze fixed on the scarlet carpet that stretched beneath you.
âIt is my greatest honour to stand before you, Your Majesty,â you said, though your indifferent tone made it clear to anyone listening that you longed for nothing more than to be anywhere but here.
But you knew the truth behind this charade. Aria wasnât ill. She was the jewel of your parentsâ eye, their pride and joy, shielded from the Empireâs gaze like a pirateâs precious treasure. You, on the other hand, were the forgotten oneâ the daughter they kept hidden, a mere shadow in their halls, easily discarded when it was convenient. To your father, you were a little more than a weight around his neck, an extra mouth to feed, a burden he was eager to rid himself of.
The kingâs eyes scanned you up and down, his expression visibly souring as he took in the sight of your tattered ankle-high, brown dress and scuffed boots. Disgusting.
âUgh,â he muttered under his breath, leaning on one elbow as he sneered at you. âSheâll do, I suppose. Pretty enough for their tastes.â He turned to his chancellor with a condescending wave. âHave the maids find something more⊠suitable for this one.â
The chancellor bowed deeply, âAt once, Your Majesty.â
âAlright, youâve packed everything, havenât you?â your mother asked as she rubbed Ariaâs shoulder comfortingly.
Your gaze drifted to the battered briefcase lying at your feet. You had stumbled upon it by accident, shoved into a forgotten corner of the dirty attic, coated in layers of dust and practically falling apart at the seams. With a sigh, you bent down to pick it up, nodding as it threatened to collapse.
âYes,â you murmured, a bitter smile tugging at your lips, âThere was hardly anything to pack, anyway.â
Your father scoffed, rolling his eyes as he wrapped an arm around Aria, who had begun to shed what you knew to be crocodile tears. The act was almost laughable. She suddenly broke free from their grasp and rushed over to you, flinging her arms around your waist with a dramatic sob.
âY/N!â she cried, âPlease take care of yourselfâ hicâ Iâm going to miss you so much!â
You hesitated for a moment before stiffly returning her hug. She was a liar, through and through, and you both knew it.Â
Before the act could continue, the distant sound of hooves clattering against cobblestone paths captured your attention. Gently, you pried yourself away from her clutches, turning toward the approaching sound.
Your breath hitched. The Empireâs Royal Carriage was quickly nearing, and it was no exaggeration to say that its massive size dwarfed everything coming its way. It was magnificent, its gleaming white exterior and elegant navy blue designs that were above the huge clattering wheels. Silken curtains furnished the windows, embroidered with golden threads that caught the eyes of your greedy family. But what truly stole your attention was the shining silver crown perched atop the carriage, with Aquariaâs Royal Crest.
âListenââ your fatherâs obnoxious voice cut through your admiration. He leaned close, his voice coming out in a hiss, âYou better behave yourself, got it? If you mess this up, itâs not just youâ itâs all of us. Understand?â
You shrugged off his threat with a nonchalant nod, âIâll do my best.â
The sounds of the porcelain horses neighing were suddenly right behind you. They looked so soft, so immaculate, that you had to resist the urge to reach out and glide your fingers through their carefully groomed manes. But you knew better. This was no place for such frivolities.
The royal coachman descended from his designated seat and approached you. His right hand gracefully flew to his heart and he bowed slightly, his eyes closing for a brief moment.
âGreetings, my lady,â he said, straightening himself elegantly as his brown eyes met yours. He took your worn briefcase from your hand and placed it gently in the carriageâs wide storage compartment in the back. Then, he slid aside the long curtains and extended his hand toward you.
This was it. The moment you stepped into that carriage, you would leave this wretched life behind forever. No more grime, no more being hidden away like some shameful secret. You would be freeâ or at least you clung to the hope of freedom.Â
Taking the coachmanâs hand, you felt the fine material of your simple sage gownâ one begrudgingly gifted by King Orionâ brush against the spotless steps of the carriage. You could hardly believe you, of all people, had the privilege of entering something so grand, so expensive.
For one last time, you glanced back at your so-called family. They stood there, masks with feigned expressions of sorrow worn over their faces. But you werenât fooled, and you certainly werenât going to indulge them. Instead, a slow grin crept across your face and you mouthed a few words that served as a final act of defiance.
âShitty lives for shitty people, I guess.â
â.... lady,â
âMyâŠ.â
âMy lady!â
âHmâŠâ You muttered drowsily, your eyelids slowly fluttering open to the sight of the coachman and several other servants peering in at you with concerned expressions. Startled, you shot upright, your hands grasping the seat beneath you. âY-Yes!â
So far, you were off to a great start.
But now, as you finally stepped out of the carriage and beheld the regal palace before you, every bit of exhaustion from the long ride seemed to dissolve. The sight of it stole your breath and you tried to conjure up a word to describe it, but words escaped you. Beautiful, perhaps, though even that felt insufficient. Magnificent, maybe.Â
There were towering stone sculptures and a large marble fountain in the center, its water elegantly cascading down like it was raining crystals. The front lawn was meticulously trimmed and maintained till perfection. The walls of the palace shined, built from pale limestone that you recognized from years of working with fire and sedimentary rocks. And at the peak of the palace dome, a lone flag fluttered in the breeze, proudly displaying the Royal Crest of Aquaria.
Your home now.
Yet, no lines of maids awaited your arrival at the main entrance, as youâd always imagined from reading those fairytale books youâd find tucked away in your attic. And there was certainly no sign of your supposed fiancĂ©â His Imperial Highness, Itoshi Rin, the Second Prince of the Empire.
But then again, it made sense. You were just a humble village girl, after allâ hardly worth the attention of someone as important as him.
The sudden neighing of a horse behind you jolted you from your thoughts, and you spun around. There, your gaze locked with the prettiest set of eyes you had ever seenâ legendary teal irises framed by lashes so thick they casted a shadow on his cheekbones.
If the palace was magnificent, then he was simply breathtaking.Â
Your heart stuttered in your chest as you instinctively took a step forward toward him, prepared to pinch fistfuls of your dress and bow down to him.Â
He must be your fiancé, you thought. How could he not be? Those eyes were a symbol of royalty. His dark, reddish hair swayed with every blow of the wind, and the way an exquisite sapphire brooch shone against his royal attire screamed authority.
What did they call this phenomenon? Love at first sight? But thenâ
âWelcome back, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince!â a unified set of voices suddenly echoed from behind you in greeting, and you whipped your head back to see every servant and the carriage driver on their knees, their heads bowed low, and their hands clutched to their chests.
Crown Prince? Your breath caught in your throat. The Crown Prince? In other words, the future Emperor of Aquaria?
His gaze left yours to briefly sweep over the kneeling palace workers, before he waved his hand dismissively. âRise.â he ordered. His deep voice made you feel a sudden tightening in your throat, and you had the urge to obey though you werenât even on your knees.
When his eyes returned to you, you flinched, every nerve of your body feeling on edge. You drew in a sufficient amount of fresh air and held onto bunches of your gown, bowing respectfully.
âG-Greetings, Your Imperial Highness,â you stuttered.
Sae guided his horse to a halt and swung his leg over the saddle, dismounting and landing on the grass smoothly. He gave the mare a gentle pat, and you suddenly felt conscious as he approached you in long strides.
He stopped just in front of you, eyes seemingly studying you. âYou are?â
You swallowed nervously, daring to meet his aquamarine gaze. âY/N,â you said softly, âThe Second Imperial Princeâs fiancĂ©e.â
His eyes narrowed and he closed them fleetingly before opening them again. âI see⊠That foolish younger brother of mine.â
You remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Your sparkling eyes flickered to his mare standing patiently beside him for a moment too long. Her coat was as white as fresh snow, and it almost hurt your eyes the way the sunlight reflected off her.
He noticed. âOh, her?â He nodded toward the horse, gesturing for you to come closer. âGo on. You can touch her if you wish.âÂ
Your eyes widened in disbelief, trodding towards him in excitement. âMay I, really?â
âSure, whatever,â he muttered nonchalantly, though his gaze softened slightly. He was more focused on observing the horseâs reaction to you.
With careful hands, you reached out and gently raked your fingers through her silky mane. A delighted giggle escaped your lips as the fauna neighed softly and nudged your hand for more of your kind attention.
âSheâs beautiful,â you whispered, and he hummed in interest. You paused for a moment, glancing at the prince curiously. âWhatâs her name?â
âCelestia,â he replied, pulling on the horseâs rein before folding his arms over his chest. He watched you interact with the animal. âShe rarely warms up to anyone, but it seems as if she likes you.â
Your eyes lit up with surprise and you smiled, your fingers still tangled in the horseâs mane. âCelestia is a beautiful name⊠It suits her. Sheâs as white as the moon.â
For a brief moment, the prince turned his head to the side, as if he was hiding something from your view. He wouldnât admit it, but heâd trust anyone his beautiful horse liked. His fingers slipped through his tousled red hair, and though his voice slightly carried a tone of arrogance, it was also laced with something else. âTch. Thanks. I named her myself.â
You laughed lightly, âHow old is she?â
âTurning nine soon,â he answered, giving her a pat. âSheâs the mother of a black stallion.â
Your eyes twinkled in awe, fists clenched in front of you as you beamed up at him. âSheâs a mother?!â
Sae raised a brow, leaning back slightly. âYouâre standing too close.â
âA-Ah, my apologies, Your Highness,â You stuttered, retreating several steps just in case. âI⊠I seem to have forgotten my place,â
âNo, itâs quite alrââ He started, lifting a hand as if to stop you from backing away, but was interrupted by one of the pesky servants from Rinâs wing of the palace. â...â
âI-I apologize for interrupting y-your conversation, Your Imperial Highness,â She panted, bowing low, âBut The Second Prince has requested his fiancĂ©eâs presence for a private audience.â
Sae clicked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he mounted Celestia. âI guess it cannot be helped. Fine, whatever.â
Your heart sank slightly, a wave of disappointment looming over your ethereal features. Your pretty eyes downcast and fists clenched lightly by your sides. You had hoped to stay just a little longer, either with the man you had mistaken for your fiancĂ© or perhaps with the beautiful horse. You werenât sure which had captured your fascination more.
You thought that, perhaps, if Rin was not unlike his brother, then marrying him probably wouldnât be so bad.
Still, with a deep breath, you held onto your skirt and followed the maid. But just before you left, you glanced back over your shoulder at the First Prince with a smile so pretty it could coax the sun out of the sky and make even the stars envious.
âSee you around, Your Highness!â You called out, waving your arm before turning around to trail after the servant woman.
Sae stood frozen for a heartbeat, his thoughts clouded by the ghost of that smile. Something stirred in his chest, something unfamiliar and probably unwelcome. He huffed quietly, silking his hand through his hair before muttering under his breath.
âYeah⊠see you.â
Your heart raced as you stood before the polished double doors of Rinâs chamber. You swallowed hard in an attempt to calm your nerves. Your breaths came in shallow, like there was some sort of invisible weight pressed against your chest.Â
Your hand hesitantly hovered mere inches from the door. You hadnât even met the man and yet the tension was thicker than when you had personally greeted the crown prince.
The maid beside you fidgeted, clearly just as anxious. She stammered softly, âMy ladyâŠÂ j-just knock and wait for his word. I-Iâll take my leave now.â
You nodded, watching her scurry away so quickly as if she couldnât wait to be out of the princeâs domain. You blinked in thoughtâ if the servants in this wing were this jumpy around him, it didnât bode well.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling fingers. After whispering a few reassurances to yourself, you finally raised your knuckles and knocked gently on the door.
No answer.
A few more seconds passed before you tried again, but this time you heard a deep, irritated voice call out.
âEnter.â
You gulped and planted your hands on the heavy door, pushing it open. The moment you stepped in, you held in your breath. The interior was extravagant beyond wordsâ a room fit for royalty, as expected.Â
Your enlarged eyes scanned the deluxe chamber, mouth unintentionally falling agape at all it held. But the awe immediately vanished as your gaze landed on Rin. The prince stood by a grand archtop window with his back to you, gazing down at the Aquaria Royal Gardensâ which, to compare in size, were bigger than your whole village fit together.
He turned at the sound of your entrance, his sharp eyes immediately narrowing with a look of disdain. His voice was flat, yet annoyed. âQuit ogling and close the door behind you.â
It was an order, and you felt your body immediately move on its own. Your hands fumbled as you quickly shut the door, unable to keep the heat of embarrassment from rising to your cheeks. You lowered your gaze, focusing on the rosa aurora marble floor beneath you.
Rinâs eyes raked over you, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently. His eyes were just as icy as his brotherâs, but where Sae had a certain aloofness, Rinâs coldness felt like a blade to the throat. He eventually crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you condescendingly, âNo proper greeting?â
Your mind scrambled. âAh..!â Your fingers gripped onto the fabric of your dress tightly as you bowed stiffly. âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Y-Your Imperial Highness,â
He let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face as if the very sight of you was an inconvenience. âHorrible posture,â he muttered. âYour etiquette needs a lot of work.â
Your heart sank further, and humiliation washed over your whole face. You straightened up and pursed your lips together tightly, the words sticking to your throat like superglue, afraid that whatever youâd say next would only make matters worse.
He remained quiet and turned around, walking to the large seating area in the corner of his chamber. You hesitantly followed after him, taking a seat right beside him on the burgundy plush.
He eyed you sideways, clearly displeased. â...Really?â
âUmâŠâ You shuffled your feet awkwardly, the fabric swishing against your ankles. âSitting in front of you would be presumptuous of me⊠How dare I make eye contact with someone as great as you, given my position?â
He rolled his eyes at your words. âHow audacious.â
âOhâ Your Highness, youâve got an eyelash on your cheek,â You started, instinctively reaching out to brush it away. But before your fingers could make contact, his hand snapped out, roughly swatting yours away.
âDonât fucking touch me, commoner scum.â He hissed.
You immediately withdrew, rubbing your stinging hand gently. You bit your bottom lip to keep quiet. âI apolââ
âGo sit in front.â
You obeyed without question, your body moving on autopilot as you rose from the sofa, taking a seat across from him. If you hadnât the guts to defy your parents, what made you think you could defy a prince? You didnât even have the strength to be angry; you were too preoccupied with trying to hold yourself together under his oppressive gaze.
What followed was more of an interrogation than a conversation.
âCan you read?â
âNo.â
âWrite?â
âNo.â
âTable manners?â
âI eat with my hands.â
â... Can you do anything at all?â
Your fingers twisted nervously in your lap as you swallowed thickly, embarrassment creeping up your neck. âI can make really good vegetable soup...â
â...â
The silence stretched out, and you could feel your self-worth slowly becoming nonexistent. After a moment, he stood with a sigh, making you flinch.Â
You averted your gaze to the window and you tapped your foot anxiously against the floor. You realized you were swallowing thick lumps of nothing more than usual. All his questions were glazed with layers of dripping haughtiness and it hurt when you realized how useless and worthless you were as you answered each one.
âNo, this is good,â He assured, almost to himself, as he began unbuttoning his white shirt. You looked up at him, confused.
âGood?â You repeated softly.
Rin approached you with his shirt halfway undone. He stopped just in front of you, leaning down with an expression so intimidating it sent shivers sprinting down your spine. âDo you know why I chose someone as lowly and pathetic as you, peasant?â
You rubbed your clammy palms together and paused. âI think I might have an idea,â You whispered.
âOh? Continue.â
âYou want to win the publicâs favour, perhaps?â you guessed carefully, âbecause it shows a connection to those of lower statusâŠâ
He raised a brow, âHm. Youâre smarter than you look.â He admitted.
But his next words made your blood run cold. His hands found your shoulders, his fingers gripping onto them with not much force as he leaned closer. Your gaze ashamedly darted down to his peeking sculpted chest before flicking up to his eyes.
âAfter Iâve become emperor instead of that shitty brother,â he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, âyou will bear my child. Then, Iâll find a way to get rid of you.â
Your whole body was trembling as soon as his hands left your shoulders. You could feel your teeth clattering slightly as you stared at the floor, unable to speak. You tilted your head up and watched as he slowly slid off an oval-cut sapphire ring, rimmed with shimmering stones of diamond, from his finger.
âGive me your hand,â He ordered impatiently.
You nodded immediately, extending your hand in front of him with starry eyes. Without a word, he slipped the opulent band onto your ring finger, careful not to make contact with your skin. You pulled away and admired the accessoryâ youâd be set for a thousand lives if you sold this heavy thing.
âThank youâŠâ You smiled softly.
âThis ring is a royal heirloom, along with one other,â He warned, pointing to the Crest engraved in the gemstone. âDo. Not. Lose. It.â
Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at the ring, nodding quickly, âYes⊠I wonât.â
âGood. Now go. The maids will show you to your chambers. Be ready for your etiquette lessons tomorrow.â
You rose from the sofa shakily, bowing once more. The difference between this man and the one youâd met earlier was staggering, and you already had a not so vague idea on who you preferred.
âThen I shall see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Your Imperial Highness.â
Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried to open them. You blinked once, twice, three timesâ your vision blurred with remnants of sleep before gradually sharpening into clarity. But what you saw around you was anything but familiar.Â
Gone were the days of waking up to dusty cobwebs and the cracks and crevices of a wrecked ceiling that you had grown used to. Instead, your eyes met a vast, polished quartz ceiling, glistening in the morning light. Above you was a fancy chandelier, its long golden-framed vines dripping with crystals, and glass trickled down from the hooks.Â
You shifted beneath your plush cover and froze for a second, because this soft sensation was just as unfamiliar. No more prickly stacks of straw or thin, rough blankets. No, today, you had woken up in luxury.
As you sat up, memories of yesterday flooded your mind. Oh, right. You were absolutely shocked when you were first led to your room. You could say you were floored by its eleganceâ far larger and more lavish than any room you had imagined youâd get. Though it still paled in comparison to Rinâs personal quarters, it was hard to grasp that this space was your room.
You remembered indulging yourself in a little tour last night, exploring it in awe. There was a massive walk-in closet, filled to the brim with fine dresses and gowns of rich silks and satins. Accessories like cocktail hats, jewel-studded heels, and purses of gorgeous colours, all of which you couldnât wait to try, filled the shelves.
The grandest thing you had ever owned prior to this was a ring made of a flowerâs stem.
But as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you felt a shiver run up your spine. Your heart jumped as you realized someone was in the room, and you let out a small squeak, instinctively clutching the covers.
âSo youâve finally woken up, my lady,â came a gentle, slightly amused voice.
You blinked rapidly, your gaze locking onto a pair of soft amethyst eyes. The young woman standing beside you had ginger hair that fell to her shoulders in soft curls, her pale cheeks peppered with specks of pretty freckles.
âW-Who are youâŠ?â You asked carefully.
The woman set a pair of fluffy cotton slippers on the floor beside your bed, then gave you a small curtsy. âEleanor, my lady. I am your lady-in-waiting.â
You slid your feet into the slippers, still feeling a little dazed. Eleanor busied herself with smoothing the bed linens as though it were the most natural thing in the world. âMeaning..?â you echoed, sitting up straighter.
She chuckled lightly. âMeaning Iâll attend to your personal needs and assist you with your duties to make sure you are well taken care of.â She gave you a smile, âYouâre new to all this, arenât you?â
You looked down at the marble bashfully, nodding your head, and admitted softly, âYesâŠâ
âHaha, thatâs quite alright. But letâs not waste anymore time! We have to get you ready for today!â
â... Huh?â
You were absolutely pampered.
The question constantly lingeredâ what had you done to deserve this? Probably nothing but you were thankful that you went in the stead of your older sister.
Just a short while ago, you had been treated to the greatest bath of your life, courtesy of Eleanor. She had insisted it was part of her duty as your lady-in-waiting, but it seriously felt like a ritual reserved for queens. She skillfully massaged your muscles and rubbed your scalp with rosewater serenade. And when her hands worked authentic vanilla lather across your skin, you smelled like a warm, freshly baked biscuit. An upgrade from your baths in the river.
Currently, you were seated on a leathered stool as Eleanor combed through your hair with care. The reflection in the mirror in front could leave you gushing over yourself for hours. Your gown was a waterfall of midnight blue silk with intricate silver embroidery. Your waist was still uncomfortable from the pressure of the tight corset, but the result was definitely worth it.Â
A delicate web of pearls hung from around your neck, cool against your collarbone. You absentmindedly toyed with the silver tassel earrings as Eleanor finished adding the final sprinkle of silver glitter to your styled hair.
âYou look absolutely breathtaking, my lady!â She exclaimed as she clapped her hands together to dust off the excess shimmer.
You smiled admiringly, turning your head left and right. âThank you, Eleanor. I never thought I could look like this...â
You stood from the stool, walking towards the door before her voice stopped you in your tracks.
âWait, my lady!â
You turned, watching as she carefully presented a delicate box etched with faint leaf patterns. Nestled inside were a pristine pair of white fine lace gloves that were long enough to elegantly reach the elbows.Â
âHis Imperial Highness the Second Prince has ordered that you must wear these whenever you are with him,â She said quietly.
âAh. Thanks.â
You understood. It was slightly disappointing that your fiancĂ© would go to such lengths to avoid touching you. Was the prospect of touching you truly that distasteful to him? But you shrugged off the thought and removed your heirloom ring before sliding the gloves on. You put back the ring on top. It wasnât everyday you got to wear something this refined. Perhaps it would be everyday from now onâŠ
But then, the memory of Rinâs chilling words echoed through your mind. âThen, Iâll find a way to get rid of you.â
Your heart clenched and you shook your head. As long as you did as commanded, you were sure youâd be fine.
âLetâs go, Eleanor.â
Your body tensed under the penetrating gazes of the countless servants. Their stares followed you as you walked down the Main Hall of the right wing, heading towards the heart of the palace.
They werenât even trying to hide their gossip. Why would they? Servants here were no ordinary peasants, they were people of the lowest class of nobility. Sons and daughters of Earls, Counts, Barons.
âHis Highness must be smitten,â one maid said, âJust look at her dress!â
âIsnât she from the slums?â
âAnd she wears the Royal Heirloom on her finger!â
âSo, the rumours were true, then?â
âI heard she thought she'd be marrying the Crown Prince.â
âPftt, Thatâs embarrassing.â
The hushed whispers suddenly quieted down to zero, and you assumed it was probably Eleanorâs doing because you could literally feel her piercing gaze though she was trailing respectfully behind you.
âItâs alright, Eleanor, leave them alââ
The words died in your throat the moment you caught sight of himâ the man you first encountered when you arrived at the palace. He was exiting the Council Hall, deep in conversation with what looked like an advisor or high-ranking official. Your heart skipped a beat as you instinctively lifted the hem of your dress and rushed towards him.
âYour Highness!â you called out, your voice chirpier than you had intended.
He turned at the sound of your familiar voice, his eyes widening just slightly in surprise. For a fleeting moment, it seemed you had embodied the grace of a princess⊠had your heel not caught beneath you. You stumbled, eyes squeezing shut as you braced yourself for the fall. But instead of tasting the cold, hard floor, a pair of strong hands caught you, steadying you by your waist.
âCareful,â he warned softly, his hands lingering for just a moment before falling back to his sides. âYouâre not used to heels.â
You laughed awkwardly, but you could not hide the disappointment that washed over your expression as his hands left you. âNo, itâs my first time.â
He paused. His eyes stayed on you for a moment longer than they should, taking in the way your dress perfectly complimented your figure. But he realized this, and his gaze quickly shifted to the golden deer emblem mounted on the wall.
âYou⊠look different,â He continued, rubbing the back of his neck.
The hall suddenly felt hot, or maybe it was just the heat radiating from your face. You dipped your head, fiddling with your clad fingers. âOh, do IâŠ?â you sputtered softly, but you silently cursed yourself for replying in such an awkward manner. Of course you looked different!
âAhem,â Eleanor chimed in, coughing into her fist dramatically. âNot to interrupt, but I hear some alarming footstepsâŠâ
âIf you slack off one more fucking time, Iâll display your decapitated head on a pike to serve as an example for your pathetic kind!â a voice yelled from behind.
Rin stepped out the Council Hall, his face an angry scowl as he finished lashing at the minister who scurried away like a frightened animal. His eyes then flickered towards you and his older brother, and his expression soured further.
He turned to look at your lady-in-waiting, speaking sternly. âI thought I told you to bring her to my study,â
âWe were on our way, Your Imperial Highness,â Eleanor responded politely, bowing her head.
âIncompetent.â
Rinâs attention shifted to you, noticing the lacey white covering up to your elbows. Without warning, he inched forward and closed the distance between you, his hand snaking around your waist. You tensed as his not unwelcome grip pulled you closer, your palm instinctively flying up to settle on his chest. You looked up at him gently, hesitantly, but his eyes werenât on youâ they were locked on his older brother.
He eyed his brother suspiciously, âWhat are you still doing here?â He asked. âShouldnât you be preparing for your trip to Berlina?âÂ
âBerlinaâŠ?â You repeated in confusion.
âThe Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic,â Eleanor quickly whispered into your ear, leaning in with her palm covering her mouth.
Saeâs expression remained indifferent, clearly unbothered. âShouldnât you be focusing on more important matters right now?â He let his eyes wander lazily towards your hand on Rinâs chest before he smirked. âLike⊠sharpening your embarrassingly inadequate swordsmanship skills?â
Rinâs face contorted in anger and his neck flushed a deep red. His grip on your shoulder tightened just enough to make you wince. âYou bastard⊠Youâll regret this.â He seethed through clenched teeth.Â
The Second Prince glanced back at Eleanor in disgust, âYouâre dismissed.â
He looked back at you, noticing your extravagant dress, before furrowing his brows. âThe dress youâre wearing is too fancy for a day with no important occasion.â
You glanced down at your blue gown and shrugged. âEleanor chose it for me,â
âWho?â
ââI personally think it suits her just right.â Sae broke in suddenly, wearing a smirk on his face as though he found pleasure in annoying his younger brother.
Rin narrowed his eyes at him. âWho asked for your opinion? And what were you two talking about, anyway?â
The Crown Prince hummed, leaning against the wall behind him. âLetâs see. Well, I told her she looked different, and helped her up when she tripped on her heels.â
âTch.â
âBut be careful,â Saeâs lips twitched into a small grin, his gaze drifting to meet your eyes. âkeep your eyes on this beauty else I might steal her from you. Isnât that right, my lady?â
Thump. Thump. Thump.
âYour Highness, even if you joke around like that, I donât think my heart can take itââ you whispered, and Sae chuckled lightly, though Rin quickly pulled you behind him.
âThatâs enough, stay away from her.â He glared, barely affecting Sae. âYour little jokes arenât funny.â
âWho said I was joking?â The eldest quipped nonchalantly, and Rin just rolled his eyes.
âLetâs go.â He exasperated, holding onto your wrist and dragging you alongside him.
As his hand guided you away, you looked over your shoulder, searching for a familiar pair of tourmaline eyes. Ones identical to those of your fiancĂ©âs. But instead, all you saw was a broad back and auburn hair shifting as he walked away in the opposite direction.
Rin slammed his fist against the hardwood of his desk. That interaction seemed to have spilled gasoline to the blue flames in his eyes, which were already burning with rage. âThat bastard thinks he can keep playing games with me!â
You remained still, hands folded patiently over your abdomen. The last thing you wanted to do was provoke him further.
After a tense silence, Rin let out a sigh and collapsed into the plush seat behind his desk. âItâs alright,â he began, his voice softening just slightly. His gaze locked onto you in a way that made blood rush quicker through your veins. âYouâre my ticket to becoming the emperorââ He leaned forward. âI need you.â
Your breath hitched in your throat at those words, but you knew not to expect much. Still, you mustered a sweet smile. âIâll do my best, Your Highness. You were mentioning todayâs scheduleâŠ?â
He leaned back, propping his arm on the armrest. âRight. My father is holding our engagement ball next week. Every noble house will be there to congratulate us. In the week leading up to it, you will perfect your manners and court etiquette. Understood?â
You gulped hard as a huge bag of responsibility was suddenly thrown onto your back. A week? To not work on, but perfect everything?
â...Understood.â
â
â... After you master public speaking skills,â Rin went on, âyouâll focus on formal dining etiquette. I donât want you embarrassing me by eating with your hands. Then, youâll have dancing lessons and study Royal Dress standards. You also need to be familiar with Aquariaâs history, diplomacy, and customsâ especially royal protocols and responsibilities, andâŠ.â
His voice continued on, listing task after task. Your head was spinning, and you thought you were going to faint and collapse to the ground. This wasnât the fairytale youâd imagined. You signed up for the fun part of being a princessâ the ballgowns and the makeup, and maybe kissing the prince. This was a chore, the kind that made growing carrots and potatoes seem like heaven in comparison.
âBy the end of this week, I expect you to be flawless. Iâve brought in the best tutors for reading, writing, and everything elseâ all that easy stuff. Do not disappoint me.â
You nodded automatically, but not before adding an innocent thought that had slipped into your mind, in a slightly sarcastic manner. âHave you perfected your swordplay, though?â
Now the temperature in the room seemed to drop down to zero as he bore his narrowed eyes at you. You felt a cold shiver run up all your bones, and your knees weakened. âYou think youâre funny donât you? Do you really want to play this game with me?â
Your bravado crumbled. âN-NoâŠâ
âThen get some rest,â he ordered. âYour training starts this afternoon.â
You nodded and quietly turned to leave the study.
Six long days had passed by since your lessons began. Six mentally and physically exhausting days.
Your dance instructor was a strict middle aged lady with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue, who worked you till your feet were bruised. She made you balance books and vases on top of your head as you marched back and forth, her shrill voice cutting you off whenever your posture was horrible, or when you mixed up the steps for a dance made for another song. Although you loathed her guts, you couldnât deny the significant improvement of your poise.
The dinner etiquette lessons, however, offered a time-out from that hag. Yes, you learned the basics of formal diningâ how to keep your elbows off the table, chew with your mouth closed, use the silver utensils correctly, and pat your lips clean with the patterned napkins. But, the best part, or reward, was tasting the delicacies they served. Truffles, lobster coated with butter, and tender lamb chops. And then there were the fancy dessertsâ macarons pumped with ganache filling, puff pastry, tartelette au citron, Ă©clair au chocolat, and more.
All of which you had never dreamt of tasting in your life, you who had never tasted anything more luxurious than a loaf of bread.
You also learned how to read and write, not for the reasons you preferred, but good nonetheless. You had found a particular fondness for the history lessons, which were not tedious at all. You were focused at all times much to your mentorâs surprise. Learning about the Royal familyâs reignâ how they had ruled over neighboring lands for centuries, managing resources, trade, and financeâ fascinated you.
But your ears always managed to tune in and pick up the subtle gossip rotating among the maids and servants in the halls and libraries, so you had learned a few things.
The two princes were locked in a one-sided rivalry. One was fighting crystal and pickaxe for the crown, while the true heir showed little interest in the throne he was destined to inherit.
Sae, the eldest, wasnât just entitled to the crown by birthright. He excelled at everythingâ swordplay, defense, archery, and horseback riding for royal ceremonies or simple trips to cities. His skills were polished to literal perfection. Rin, on the other hand, was skilled, but not extraordinary. He always lived in the shadow of his brother.
Yet Rinâs desire to become emperor wasnât merely a wishâ it was a burning, desperate need, an ambition to prove himself worthy. To finally win against Sae.
Killing his brother, of course, was out of the questionâ such an act would be treason. Besides, Rin didnât just want him gone; he wanted Sae to see the moment when he ascended the throne, to admit defeat, to acknowledge that Rin had bested him.
Rin believed that the key to winning favour with their fatherâthe current emperorâand the people was to flaunt his achievements, which, to remention, were not as good as Saeâs. But his sharp tongue and cold demeanor made it difficult for him to win many hearts. Sae learned to place a mask behind his foul words, whereas Rin still struggled to.
And thatâs where you came into the picture.
You werenât just his fiancĂ©e; you were part of his strategy. Heâll show you off before the court and the public, showcasing to the world how he transformed a mere commoner, a peasant, into someone of worth.Â
You came from a disgusting, needy village, yet now you stood in royal fits. To Rin, you were a symbol showing his ability to elevate those beneath him. A tool to gain the favour of the people. You could read and write now, you were beautiful, and in the eyes of the kingdom, you had the potential to become the empress one dayâ if, of course, Rin managed to seize the crown from his brother.
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It was late at night, and the moonâs natural light filtered through your curtains. You moved to your huge window and brushed aside the rosegold-embroidered fabric as you peered down at the Royal Gardens. The view was similar to that of Rinâs, since your chambers were three spare rooms away from each other.
You were exhausted, but you always had time to admire the water spilling down elegantly from the angel sculpturesâ stone lips, or the beautiful shrubs clipped into topiaries.Â
But all the exhaustion you felt moments ago suddenly vanished when your eyes caught sight of someone unexpected.Â
It was the Crown Prince. You had seen Sae around the palace during these tiring six days, and youâve engaged in many small talks with him without Rinâs knowledge. Conversations flew naturally with him, he asked you about your life before the engagement, and though you were initially hesitant, you found yourself speaking openly with him. There was a strange ease to Sae that, oddly enough, only you seemed to feel.
You stared at him a bit too long, your gaze almost boring a hole into him, and he sensed it.
Pivoting on his heel, he made direct eye contact with you from below. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you hurriedly pulled the curtain closed. But he could still see your silhouette, and when you peeked your head out slightly from the curtain, you couldâve sworn youâd seen him chuckle.
With a quick gesture of his hand, he beckoned you down to the gardens. Your pretty eyes widened, but you found yourself nodding eagerly with no hesitation. How could you refuse?
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Panting softly between giggles, you rested your hands on your knees.
âI canât believe you ran to meet me in your⊠nightgown,â Sae remarked, his lips curving into a subtle smirk.
You straightened and boldly stepped closer until you were only centimeters away from him. Your eyes twinkled in the moonlight, and you shone a smile brighter than la lune.Â
Saeâs breath caught in his throat as your face came full view and he felt his body still. You were Rinâs fiancĂ©eâ he shouldn't be looking at you like this. But the glow of moonlight was making it hardâŠ
â... Youâre beautiful,â the words slipped out naturally.
Heat flooded the sweet curves of your cheeks at the way he said it so casually, so suddenly. Your gaze dropped to the freshly cut grass, your fingers nervously tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.Â
âThank you,â you muttered quietly, your voice barely above a hush.
Silence followed. But comfortable, nonetheless. Then, you noticed his hand, palm up and waiting in front of you. You blinked up at him in confusion.
âI am aware that I am in no position to do this, butâŠâ He paused, âMay I have this dance?â
Your eyebrows shot up comically in surprise, glistening doe eyes widening for the hundredth time tonight. Your heart was thumping so fast you thought it might burst from your chest, and you feared he might hear it.
It was risky, you knew that. If Rin were awake, he might have been watching from his windowâ his chambers were so close to yours. You knew how much he enjoyed looking from his window from the time youâve spent together in the past week. But, he had dismissed you earlier to rest and this moment alone with Sae was tempting.
Hesitantly, your hand hovered over his before relaxing and letting it fall in his grasp. You met his gaze, and you shyly whispered,Â
âI know weâre not supposed to be doing this⊠but I want to.â Your fingers intertwined with his, and you smiled softly. âMay I have this honour, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince?â
Sae glanced down at your hand weaved between his fingers. His brows furrowed in a frown, and a wave of panic washed over you. You literally felt your heart leap out of your chest. Had you overstepped your boundaries?
âI was only kiddââ
But instead of pulling away, he gently hooked his finger under the wristband of your glove, sliding it off your hand. You felt warmth bloom across your cheeks as he slowly removed the other glove too, making sure to leave his touch lingering on your bare skin.
âYou donât need to wear these ridiculous gloves to bed,â he said, âItâs unnecessary.â
Your cĆur fluttered. âI⊠I just forgot,â you mumbled, embarrassed.Â
He rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked into a smile as he clasped your now bare hand, while the other found its place on your waist. The fabric of your silk nightgown was thin, and his touch felt intimate, direct, and you could feel his fingertips pressing lightly against your skin.
He led you in a slow dance gracefully under the protective gaze of the serene moon, delicately spinning you before your arms naturally draped around his neck. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer. He looked so good, he smelled so good, his touch so gentle. You wanted him.
âDo you like these gardens?â He asked suddenly, giving you another twirl.
You nodded, lacing your fingers in his. âI do. Itâs quiet. The palace can be⊠overwhelming.â
Sae raised a brow, âOverwhelming, huh? For someone like you, I suppose it would be.â
The words stung slightly, but there was no malice in his voice. You dared to meet the eyes you came to adore, âAnd you? Why are you here, Your Highness?â
He paused, then turned slightly. âIâm avoiding another council meeting. Youâd be surprised how tedious it can be listening to old men argue for hours on end.â
You laughed softly, and for a brief moment, his eyes softened. He pointed toward a part of the garden in the distance. âCome with me,â he said simply.Â
You followed, trembling as the Crown Prince led you with his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. When you came to a stop, your breath caught in awe. Before you were roses of every shadeâ deep crimson, soft peach, porcelain white, and candy pink.
âTheyâre gorgeous,â you gasped.
âRight.â Sae bent down and plucked a single red rose from the bush, turning to you with a small, rare smile. âThe red ones are my favorite,â he murmured, carefully tucking the rose into your hair.
You smiled sheepishly, gently patting the rose heâd placed. âThey remind me of strawberry jaââ
âThey remind me of blood,â he interrupted with a casual voice.
You blinked, startled by his answer. âR-Right.â
He chuckled softly, rubbing the area around his neck. âI can see why Rin chose you.â
You looked at him for a few seconds before quickly shaking your head. âHe didnât choose me, he just wanted any girl from our clan. My older sister was supposed to go, but I went in her stead. Besides, Iâm nothing special⊠just convenient.â
âConvenient?â His gaze darkened slightly before his hand came up to rest on your chin. â...Donât sell yourself short. Youâre more than that.â
Your head quickly tilted down and you began to fiddle with your fingers, then with the simple lace adorning your neck. âYour Highnessâ stop saying things that make my heart, I donât know, hurt?â
âOh?â He placed his hands gently on your cheeks and you looked up at him lovingly. âThat isnât good for Rin, is it?â
You shook your head, âNo, it isnât. But he doesnât make me feel this way.â You boldly placed your palms on his shoulders and stood on your tippy toes, and as soon as he leaned down slightly in approval, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
He tapped his forehead against yours and smiled. His heart was beating a bit quicker, and he found it dangerous. âWell, Iâm afraid I must leave now.â He drawled.
Your heart sank a little, your ethereal eyes flicking down. You nodded slowly, âThank you for your time, Your Highness.â
He looked down at you, his expression softening. Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to your skin. âIt was a pleasure, my lady.â
If he couldnât hear your heart thundering in your chest one thousand miles per hour moments ago, then he sure could now. As he disappeared, you placed your hand over your chest, rubbing over the spot where heâd kissed.
It seemed like Sae had yet again bested Rin in a game neither had realized they were playing.
Tonight was your engagement ball, the grand celebration that would officially announce your impending marriage to Rin.
You were both in his chamber, dressed fully in fancy outfits. He wore an elegant white attire adorned with the brooch of Aquaria and a navy blue sash draped across his chest. You wore a pitch black gown embroidered with gold, matching gloves, and heavy golden jewelry that Rin had exclusively bought for you.Â
The party had already begun downstairs, the grand ballroom filled with the most important guests from across the empire. But the grand entrance of the soon-to-be bride and groom had to wait for the Emperorâs speech, set to occur an hour after the festivities commenced.
âItâs a lunar eclipse,â you mused admiringly, leaning against the window. The moon, bloody red from the umbra, hung in the night sky ominously. âIâve read about the phenomenon in the Royal Library. The stars look so close⊠they look like they could fall right into our hands.â
Rin rolled his eyes and walked closer to you, resting his hand on your further shoulder. He stared out the window in boredom. âHow poetic,â he muttered sarcastically. âEven the moon is congratulating us tonight.â
You turned your gaze from the sky to him, your hand gently smoothing out a small wrinkle on his sash. âItâs time, isnât it? We should head to the Ballroom.â
He grumbled in response, pushing your hand aside as if your touch was unnecessary.Â
The intricate grandfather clock suddenly chimed loudly. Midnight had arrived.
Tick.
âIn the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red MoonâŠâ
Tick.
âWhen Stars Align and Shadows LoomâŠâ
Tick.
A strange voice seemed to rise from nowhere. You flinched visibly, a shiver creeping up your spine as the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You quickly found Rinâs hand and grasped it tightly.Â
âD-Did you hear that?â You shuddered, voice trembling.
He raised an eyebrow. âHear what? Youâre imagining things.â
You shook your head, swallowing hard. âNo⊠I swear, I heard somethingâ like a voice. It wasâŠâ
He scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. âItâs just the clock ticking. Donât start getting all nervous on me now.â His grip tightened around your hand, but you doubted it was for your comfort. âYouâre going to be on your best performance for me, Got it?â
You hesitantly nodded, your gaze lingering on the moon for a few more seconds. The red, eerie glow still haunted your thoughts. You reluctantly turned away, looping your arm through Rinâs to exit the chamber and enter the grandeur.
âYesâŠâ
âAnd I want to thank you all once more for attending tonightâs ball,â The Emperorâs proclamation boomed from behind the closed doors. The attention of every soul present was on him. âI would now like to announce the formal entry of The Second Prince of Aquaria, and his fiancĂ©e, a soon-to-be princess, Y/N!â
The large doors, decorated with orchids and bloody red roses, parted dramatically to reveal you and Rin hand in hand. The Royal Guards on each side immediately stiffened and raised gloved hands to their head in salute.Â
The aristocrats hushed immediately and their eyes followed as you both stepped onto the red carpet, descending the grand staircase and heading towards the two thrones.
You halted just below the steps of the thrones, immediately lowering your head in a bow of respect alongside Rin.
âGreetings, Your Imperial Majesties,â you murmured, lifting your head as you learned to.
â... Thank you, Father, Mother,â Rinâs voice followed formally.
Your gaze shifted towards the Empress. You particularly loved her as her lovely crimson hair always seemed to remind you of Sae. Oh, speaking of the Crown Prince, where was he? You hadnât caught a glimpse of him yet.Â
You turned your head, eyes subtly scanning the room in search of a distinct redhead. And in the corner of your eye, you found him leaning casually against a balcony pillar, arms folded over his chest and eyes closed.
Your gaze softened at the sight of him before refocusing on the mob of aristocratic ladies and noblemen that had rushed to circle your betrothed as soon as the Imperial Greetings were over. They approached and offered smiles under snobby and vexing expressions, backhanded compliments under the guise of praise.
âSuch a refreshing choice, Your Imperial Highness!â A brunette lady gibed, fanning herself with an elegant fan as she slyly smirked, âYouâve truly outdone us all in⊠originality.â
A Lord chuckled beside her, his laugh insufferably pompous. âI must say, Your Highness, I certainly admire you embracing such humble roots! A prince of the people! Ho ho ho!â
âIâm glad we have such a reliable prince who values all his subjects equally!â
âIt is odd that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince hasnât found a lady yet.â One brought up.
An Earl added, âThatâs true. Heâs supposed to step up to the throne sooner or later. He needs an heir once he becomes Emperor.â
You squeezed Rinâs hand discreetly as he bit his lip in frustration at the mention of his brother. He needed to restrain himself at least this one time.Â
âI appreciate your sentimentsââ he began, but faltered for a split second. âNo I fucking donââ You squeezed his hand again, giving him a gentle nudge, and he cleared his throat. âYour support is reassuring,â he finished with a strained smile.
As your fiancĂ© continued chatting with the backhanded nobles, your attention kept drifting towards Sae, stealing quick glances every now and then. He had begun conversing with a group of higher officials and ministers, likely discussing Berlina, The Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic that he had frequented many times to strengthen the Empireâs growing alliances.
Loud enchanting music began to play from the orchestra and many already established couples began to dance in the center. Expensive and rare gifts began to pile at your feet, congratulatory offerings from various guests. Rin accepted them indifferently and reluctantly offered his thanks with as much enthusiasm as the stone sculptures that lined the ballroom.
âThis jewel was found in the Ancient land of Topion and is thought to bring good fortune!â
âThis exotic bird from Elakis produces gold everytime it sings!â
âThis sword is forged by a legendary ghost smith whose body lives in the volcanic depths of Loo!â
You froze when Sae stepped forward as the next gifter, and it seemed like the entire room was also holding its breath. He approached, your widened eyes drifting down to the elegant box in his hand. He opened it, revealing an intricate necklace with shimmering, round pearls.
âAn authentic pearl necklace crafted by the Merman Emperor of Eau.â Sae presented with his usual calm demeanor, making it hard to believe that he had spent days negotiating with the merman to create a necklace exclusively suitable for you.
Your mouth parted in surprise, and the words tumbled out. âOhâ thank you! Itâs⊠beautiful.â
Rin rolled his eyes, gently fisting your hair and lifting it to expose your neck. âYou didnât have to do that,â He hissed through gritted teeth, looking at Sae with teal eyes that crinkled in hate.
Sae met his brotherâs glare with a simple hum, fastening the beaded necklace around your neck. You bit your lip tightly as his touch lingered on your skin, looking down at the pearls that beautifully settled against your collarbone. âThat would be disrespectful to you both, Iâm afraid,â He said. âEven Our Father, the Emperor, has offered her pleasantries.â
Rin clicked his tongue and looked back at you, wrapping his arm possessively around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, catching you by surprise. The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes at the gesture.
âCome on, darling,â Rin emphasized as he spat out the term of endearment, though he internally cringed and wanted the ballroom to rupture and swallow him whole. The pet name left a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue. âItâs time for our dance.â
You nodded, your lips parting to speak, but, âOf course, Your Highââ
âThe Greatâs Fate is Sealed in the Veil of NightâŠâ
That haunting voice again. Your ears were ringing. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut and froze in your tracks.
â...By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.â
âI-Itâs the voice again!â You whimpered, hands flying to your ears in a desperate attempt to block out the sound. âI hear it!â
Rin scoffed loudly, glancing left and right at the guests who were exchanging confused looks. Sae, on the other hand, seemed out of it, with half-closed, bleary eyes.
âQuit it, you fool!â Rin cursed in annoyance, his patience snapping. He grabbed you by your shoulders and yanked you to his chest away from their judgemental gazes.
âVoice? I donât hear anything,â a lady whispered.
âNeither do I,â someone else chimed in.
A voice snickered, âShe said âagainâ.â
âHis Imperial Highness must be marrying someone with auditory hallucinations.â The words stung as they left another nobleâs mouth.
Then, in an instant, the ballroom plunged into darkness as the bright chandeliers went out. The ballroom was only illuminated by the glow of a large bolt of lightning, and a thunder rattled so violently it deafened you and shook the windows. When the bulbs flickered back on, a shrill ladyâs voice pierced the silent room.
âT-The Crown Prince! Heâs not moving!â
All eyes shot to Sae, who lay motionless and graceful on the floor, hand on top of hand. He looked calm, as though he was merely resting.Â
You gasped in fear, hands flying to your mouth as you tried to stay balanced on your feet. Rinâs eyes in particular were the widest. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted to terror as everyone noticed the ink-blue vines creeping slowly up his neck, thorn designs wrapping themselves around his throat.
âT-Thatâs⊠Alexisâ Curse!â The Emperor panicked.
You had read about it. Alexisâ Curseâan ancient legend of a wizard scorned by love. His heart had been shattered by the daughter of a shoemaker, Michelle Kaiser, who had chosen her Earl lover over him. She always refused Alexisâ advances, and the gifts heâd always present.Â
Enraged, Alexis had cursed the Earl, condemning him to a fate of eternal sleep unless the one he loved kissed him to break the spell. The curse wasn't one of eternal youth, howeverâthe body continued to age, to decay, until there was nothing left but ugly bones.Â
But because Alexis had disposed of his inked body in his tower, the Earl had died alone, Michelle never finding him.
The curse had become a myth, that Alexisâ wrath was aimed at those of high status, warning them of the dangers of meddling with those beneath them.Â
But the noblesâ faces were literally drained of colour because what had once been myth was now terrifyingly real, before their very eyes.
It had been a few weeks since the disaster during your engagement party.
They had sealed Saeâs lifeless body deep in a chamber within the Main Palaceâs basement. You attempted sneaking in multiple times, but you failedâ the entry was heavily guarded and there was too much risk. And besides, if slipping past your lady-in-waiting wasnât hard enough, Rin had become increasingly possessive as the possibility of being promoted to Crown Prince rose. That is if he was elected as so in the Royal Committee Meeting.
He was proud enough that heâd permit small acts of closenessâ letting you remove your gloves when in his presence, even sharing his chamber. So, you would never risk waking him up while trying to sneak into the basement.
You recalled the aftermath of the disastrous ball vividly:
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âI never knew he was so pathetic,â Rin sneered that night, running a hand through his dark hair before resting it at your throat and squeezing lightly. âFalling in love with you? A commoner? He must be out of his mind.â
He chuckled as he released you, pulling you into his chest.
âThe whole Empire is so stupid. They think he fell in love with someone else. But itâs better this way.â
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Yet despite Rinâs actions, your thoughts remained with Sae. Youâd spent the weeks caring for Celestia, his white mare, as well as tending to Rinâs black stallion which he had never bothered to give a name to. You learned from the stable workers that Celestia was the mother of the charcoal horse.
Tonight, however, a once in a red moon opportunity presented itself. Your fiancé was away on royal business in Yelund, negotiating financial matters with their government in place of the Crown Prince. You took this chance, knowing it was the only one, and decided to sneak out.
You left your chamber, clutching a cage with a rat youâd found in the servants residence. You made your way through the darkened corridors until you reached the entrance of the basement. You hid yourself behind a large stone pillar and took a deep breath, tossing a small block of cheese across the room as a distraction.Â
The guards were alarmed by the subtle noise and quickly whipped their heads and ran towards the sound. You bit your lip in concentrationâ everything was going according to your plan. You quickly released the rat from its cage, watching it scurry across the concrete, and silently slipped into the Royal basement. You sighed in relief as you heard a guard's voice.
âOh, itâs just a rat. Guards, get back into position.â
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You slid off your heels so that your bare feet barely made a sound as they grazed the stone steps of the staircase. The basement wasnât very illuminated if not for the dim candles that hung on the wall, and the stench was not horrible as you thought it would be. Instead, it smelled like preserved jasmine.
You were at the last step when you put your hand on the concrete wall, trying to catch your breath.
At the bottom, in the center of the relatively smaller room, stood a rectangular crystal glass box. Inside it, Sae lay perfectly still. The sight of him made your gaze soften and your heart clench as if it was put in a meat slicer. His skin was pale, but it was bolded, in contrast, by the inky blue vines tracing thorn and rose patterns across his body.Â
His cheeks and ears were faintly flushed by a baby pink dust, and his lips looked so soft, so gentle, so inviting. Stray strands of his red hair lay on the cushion beneath him, his long lashes resting against his cheekbones.
You were aching as you approached the enclosure. Your fingers trembled as you pressed them to the glass, your breath slightly fogging the surface. Tears blurred your vision as they began to roll down your cheeks, and you leaned down to gently caress his cheek with your bare hand, feeling the coolness of his skin.
You sniffled and your palms went to rub your glossy eyes, before you straightened up and curled your fingers on the glass in a tight grip. He looked beautiful, you thought, with roses that matched his hair colour surrounding him all over.
âYour Imperial Highnâ no, Saeââ you whispered, âI⊠I love you, too.â
You cupped his face with quivering hands, your thumbs rubbing sweet circles on his skin as you contorted your body awkwardly to reach him. The glass was positioned high, at your waistâs level, so you had to twist your body and bend to touch him intimately.
Sae remained unmoving, yet you had hoped that somewhere deep within his slumber, he could sense your touch, or the sincerity of your unsteady voice confessing your reciprocated love.
As you leaned in to kiss him, that same sharp voice that you always hear yet again cut through your ears, and you instinctively covered them with your hands for protection.
âBut From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,â
Your heart thumped faster in your chest as you tried to shake it off.
âShall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,â
Beads of cold sweat trickled down your templeâ you could never get used to the voice, no matter how many times youâd heard it.
âWith Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,â
Your hands fisted at the cotton under Sae, inhaling deeply before bending down until your face was inches away from his.
âTo Bring the Order, End the Storm.â
Your lips hesitantly hovered over his mouth before you fluttered your eyes shut and pressed them against his in a kiss. Your lips together were so soft, yet they werenât moving against each other like a mutual kiss would. They locked seamlessly in a way that felt strangely natural, as if the pair were made for each other.Â
Your lips lingered against his for a few seconds, and you wanted to relish the moment more, but you felt a subtle shift in Saeâs body. A faint flinch, almost imperceptible, ran through him, and the blue roses on his skin suddenly began to glow.
You pulled back before you could fully comprehend what was even happening, your lips just brushing his as you turned and sprinted towards the stairs. Fortunately, the guards on duty were in the midst of a shift exchange, so you assumed you had gone off flawlessly.
But not entirely.
A certain awakened man had caught a glimpse of your hair as it bounced during your escape.
The first light of morning stabbed your eyes, and they fluttered open abruptly as you realized Rinâs hands were on your shoulders, shaking you harshly. His face was itched in a deep scowl, his breath hot against your skin.
âWhat the fuck is all this about? This is what I come back to, you fucking whore?â He fumed venomously.
You blinked in confusionâ your head was still fogged with sleep, after all.Â
âW-What..?â
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The usual tranquility of the whole palace was broken by hurried, squeaky footsteps and frantic voices. News of the Crown Princeâs revival had spread like wildfire through the Royal Quarters: the sleeping prince had defeated the curse and had awakened after only a few mere weeks.
The servants and maids rushed through the hallways, scrambling to prepare for what would be an unexpected audience. Gossips and rumours flowed through every corridor of the palace faster than the head maid brewing herbal tea in preparation for noble guests.
And in the Royal Gardens outside, hundreds to near thousands of noblemen and noblewomen who were alerted of the Saeâs revival gathered, dressed in their finest dresses and suits.Â
Oh, you were so fucked.
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âM-My lady, this isnât good!â Eleanor cried as she ran into your room, âHundreds of guests have arrived in the Throne room, and both princes are there too! His Imperial Majesty is now urgently awaiting your presence!â
Your hands instinctively wrapped around your abdomen, and you suddenly felt nauseous. Your body shook slightly, your teary eyes fixing themselves on the ground. You loved Sae, you really did, but doubt was gnawing at your organs. Kissing him felt right in that moment, yet you were starting to regret ever doing it.Â
What if he didnât want your help? What if your peasant lips had tainted him? What if he didnât want you?
âI⊠I donât want to go,â you hiccuped, walking around your room in circles. âIâm so stupid, I should have neverââ
âNo, my lady,â She interrupted gently. âYou must.â
You gulped and nodded hesitantly. Rinâs anger lingered in your mind like salt and pepperâ his eyes were boiling over with rage, his face tinted a deep crimson red. You had never seen him like that, and now, as you stepped into the crowd gathered in the grand hall, all heads turned to look at you in a way that made you even more uncomfortable.
But the Emperor, however, did not seem angry. Weird enough, he looked elated for reasons you couldnât yet pinpoint.
As Eleanor had said, Rin and Sae were both present, standing opposite each other like the rivals they were. Rin was struggling to contain the way he was absolutely fuming, while Sae was blatantly staring at you with no intention of hiding it. Unlike the way you usually reacted to the Crown Princeâs gaze, you felt rather nervous, flexing and unflexing your fingers.
You pinched the fabric of your simple gown and bowed low, and the thin patterns of the marble floor never seemed so interesting.
âGreetings, Your Imperial Majesty,â you addressed.Â
The Emperor nodded in acknowledgment, before turning his attention to Sae expectantly. âMy son.â
âYes, father.â
Before your wracked mind could process what was happening, Sae suddenly began striding toward you. Rin was a considerable distance away from you but he also furrowed his brows in confusion. A million thoughts started to run through his mind and he felt the unease creeping up his spine. Had they planned something behind his back?
Sae came to a stop in front of you, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt his arms, so muscular despite being under layers of hand-crafted clothing, loop around your waist and pull you close. Your face pressed against his chest, and your hands awkwardly hung near your sides despite being desperate to place themselves in places theyâd beg to touch.
Loud gasps and surprised awes of the hundreds of uninvited, stunned guests echoed throughout the large room.
âHey, what the heckâ?â Rin suddenly snapped, biting down on his lip so hard that blood seeped out, the iron leaving a metallic taste on his tongue.
He didnât like you, not really, but he had finally claimed somethingâ someone that his older brother desired, and now it felt as though Sae was taking you from him.Â
It irritated him to no end, the way Saeâs hand gently patted your hair and the way you sheepishly smiled into his suit like an idiotâ who the heck did you think you were? How could you? How fucking dare you?
And more importantly, why was the Emperor fine with this? Why was he chuckling so carelessly akin to the circusâ fool? What was going on?
But your mind was already in Saturn. You were lost in the Crown Princeâs musky scent and the oh-so-delicate taps of his fingers on your head, and when you heard that voice again, you closed your eyes knowingly and smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
âA Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,â
âIn the Embrace of a Simple Face.â
âY/N.â Saeâs voice broke through your thoughts and the voices of gossip in the crowd died down instantly. He tilted your chin up gently, thumbs caressing your face sweetly before his hands found their place on your cheeks.
Your eyes darted left and right nervously, avoiding his gaze. He'd never called you by your first name before. You shook those thoughts away and met his gaze. âYesâŠ?â
âYou know,â He started, âTo break the curse, the feeling of love must be mutualâŠâ
Your cradled head nodded in his hands in embarrassment, and you felt heat creep up from your neck to your ears. âIâm aware,â
âSo?â
Your eyes widened and immediately snapped down to the floor, watching your simple heels shuffling softly. You couldnât help the soft giggle that escaped past your lips, and you only hoped that no one had heard that. You looked up at him affectionately.
âI love youâŠâ Your voice dripped like melted caramel on his tongue, so sweet.
He smiledâ a real, genuine smile that no one besides you could seeâ and leaned down, whispering an âI love you too,â before sealing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle, and you let out a soft sigh as your fingers curled onto the rich fabric, gripping onto his attire tightly. His lips were warm as they moved against yours, unlike the cold, unmoving lips that you had claimed a while back.Â
When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered open, dazed with bleary eyes, little hearts seemingly etched into your pupils.
The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps, and maybe a few rolls of the eyes and glares from jealous noblewomen or daughters of Lords who had hoped to have Sae all to themselves, though you barely registered anything.
Why would anything matter, when you were here, openly in his arms?
âHis Imperial Highness the Crown Prince is in love with his soon-to-be sister-in-law? This is hot news!â
âThe Second Prince didnât love her anyway.â
âHe didnât? But was it really a marriage of convenience, then?â
âNo way, he must have been in love. Whatâs there to gain from a commoner?â
âBut what could a village girl like her possibly offer the Crown Prince?â
The Emperor suddenly rose from his golden throne and stepped down the carpeted stairs, standing in the center. He cleared his throat and raised his scepter high in the air.
âI, the Emperor of the Royal Empire of Aquaria, officially dissolve the engagement between Y/N and the Second Prince, and announce the engagement between her and the Crown Prince!â
Rinâs eyes twitched. His fists clenched tighter by his sides, knuckles white and nails digging deep into his palms. He felt humiliated in front of so many people, but it is said that what goes around comes around.Â
âHuh? But Father, she'sââ Rin began, but the Emperor turned his head and shot him a threatening glare.Â
âEmperorâs order.â With a voice that sharp, there was no possible room for argument.
You also stood frozen, mouth hanging open in disbelief as you blinked at the Emperor in the distance. But Saeâs fingers tipped your chin back up and his lips latched onto yours in a bold, open-mouthed kiss.
âLook at me,â he murmured as he pulled back slightly to look at you, his breath warm against your skin.
Your breath hitched, your gaze locking onto his. âYour Highness⊠I canât believe this is happening,â You whisper-yelled in excitement, your hands waving around uncertainly.
He gently poked your cheeks. âYouâll take my last name since you donât have one.â
You pinched yourself to check if this was all just a dream. If it was, you didnât want to wake up. But it was all too real. The Crown Prince was now your fiancĂ©. You were going to be the Crown Princess, and eventually, the Empress. And you were going to take his last name because commoners do not have the privilege of family names.
And despite everything, you strangely felt no deep remorse. You had slightly opened up to and grown fond of Rin in the past few weeksâ he had those moments, but with you in his brotherâs arms right now, you felt something different. You felt bad, but at the same time you didnât. It wasnât guilt. It was more complicated, but in the end, you didnât dwell on it. You didnât need to.
Rin stood in his spot motionless like a fallen angelâs statue, face hidden by a brush of his dark bangs. His eyes were fixed on the floor and his hands were clutching onto his pants like if he removed them hell would break loose.
His plan had backfired on him. Initially, he had chosen you, a commoner, as his fiancĂ©e to gain favour with the people, to appeal to the majority of Aquariaâs population, who were commoners themselves. It seemed like a strategic move at the time. His father, the Emperor, was known for his peculiar love for equality and would occasionally volunteer in villages, much to his dismay. Rin had believed marrying you would show his alignment with his fatherâs baffling⊠values, and would increase his chances of becoming the next ruler.
But no. His darn prodigy of a brother had bested him once again. Sae was better at everything: swordplay, horse riding, diplomacy, even winning noblesâ hearts. And now, his brother had not only fallen in love with his fiancĂ©e, a dumb commoner from the slums that he had chosen to boost his image, but also managed to make her fall heads over heels for him as well.
If that hadnât infuriated him enough, he despised how his father wore that sickeningly proud smile on his face as he clapped his hands together, and how the couples were cheering and twirling like morons on the floor. While he stood stiff and awkward in the corner, insides seething in mixed emotions, hearing your stupid giggles and his brotherâs irritatingly sweet reassurances of a better life with him. Sae had taken everything away from him, and it felt like salt being rubbed into an open wound.
But Rin hated his older brother, and he hated you too.
So on the night of your wedding, the chambermaid in your room let out a blood-curdling shriek, her face as pale as the moonlight that shone through the window.Â
Cruel streaks of mulberry and plum bruises painted the delicate canvas of your neck. The once-pure white of your nightgown now blemished with spreading stains of deep cherryrose dye called blood, seeping through the fabric and into the silken sheets beneath.Â
A severed porcelain horseâs head lay propped beside the body with vacant eyes, and scattered across the carpet were shattered remnants of a pearl necklace.
âBut Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,â
A dagger, its handle carved from true blue sapphire, was loosely wrapped between cold, limp fingers of a lifeless corpse sprawled across a river of red.
âFor This, Will Lead to Oneâs Gentle Doom.â
© 2024 bluelockmaniac â do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !
#ౚৠâ vivi writes.#i just realized the love development is so bad#i'm gonna cry#but i'm too lazy to change it sorry#bllk#blue lock#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#itoshi sae#sae itoshi#itoshi sae x reader#itoshi sae x you#itoshi sae x y/n#sae itoshi x reader#sae itoshi x you#sae itoshi x y/n#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin#rin itoshi#blue lock x y/n#blue lock x you#bllk x y/n#bllk x you#whoops forgot to add the tragedy & angst tag
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Don't You Dare! (part 2)
Monstertober 2024 - day 13 [ Mating / Hunting season ] by @ozzgin
[ part 1 ]
You stare at Ash's eyes and wonder, who is this man? Where has that timid pup gone and who is this bold wolf? Not that you're complaining about the transformation. He wriggles his finger against your entrance and you whimper. Ash snarls and his teeth glisten pink in the sunset. He looks softer again. "Fuck, you're... so wet..."
You pull his hand off your throat and jump around his hips, locking your arms behind his thick and furry neck, and your legs around his thin waist. You can feel your ass pressing against a firm length.
"Oh my..." you coo rolling your hips against his tip, rubbing your moist entrance against his damp pants. He growls and squeezes your ass, and you happily lift your tail for easier access. "Well, well, well... This is a surprise. Pup can bite after all. Or can you?"
Ash shakes his head. "Do you ever stop teasing?" he asks.
You bury your head into his neck, inhaling his scent. "Fuck..." Your hips sway against his cock. Beautiful sensations make you dizzy. "You smell... so good... pup."
"Not like youâ" Ash trails off and suddenly you're standing behind him, confused and disoriented, but swallowed by a sense of danger. "Don't move."
Ash's stern voice shakes you to clarity and you finally notice three hounds, dog hybrids, just a few meters from you. How didn't you notice them?
"She truly smells divine," one of them steps forward, a smug expression on his face. "We decided to play a bit with her, before leading hunters to you. Move aside, monster, and we won't hurt you too much when we're done."
You growl, thinking how these cocky assholes need good ass kicking... but you stop since your ears catch something. A sound so low, so menacing, so deadly, you immediately step back. With ears pinned tightly against his head, Ash is snarling like a demon.
"Stay there," he tells you. "And close your eyes."
You don't dare disobey him. With both your hands, you close your eyes and Ash's shadow moves away. The sounds you hear... the yelping... the whining... they are horrifying. But you don't open your eyes. Not until Ash's shadow towers you again.
"Hunters and hounds won't bother us today. You can look again", he tells you.
Opening only one eye, fearing what you'll see, you scan your friend. He is covered in blood, but seems unharmed. Three trails of bloody paws lead out of the ravine. The smell of blood, aggression and sweet, sweet victory twirl around you and your breath quickens. The excitement rushes through your veins. "Ash..."
He lifts your head with his claws, smiling a rather terrifying toothy grin. "Come on, my little vixen, let's get you full of this dog's cock."
Your knees buckle and you pant and whine, desperately whispering "Yes... please... now..." while your cunt begs and throbs for a cock. He lifts you and places you on soft leaves, desperately undressing you, but not as much as you claw his already tattered clothes. You need him, need him so much! You shiver and whine, and pull him closer to you. Your fingers are all around his base, playing with his sheath and slowly swelling knot.
He bites the claw off his middle finger and pushes it inside your soaked cunt while sinking his teeth into your breast. You growl: "No! I don't need any foreplay. Fuck me now!"
Ash growls, from annoyance or in agreement, you don't know and don't care. He lifts your legs high in the air, gives your red and puffy cunt a long lick that makes you cry out, and then pushes your knees next to your head. He rubs his thick and swollen cock against your folds and smears your arousal along his shaft. "You want this, vixen? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, yes, yes... please... do it!" you whimper, clawing at his forearms, urging him to hurry or you'll go mad. And finally - finally! - he pushes his length inside you. His knot slams against your entrance, and his heavy balls bounce off your ass. "Fuck!" he snarls, and, while pushing your knees with his entire torso, he pounds your needy pussy in heat with all his power.
You whimper and moan with no regards to who can hear you, telling him to fuck you harder. Ash whispers lewd things into your big fox ears until he can't form words anymore and only snarls and grunts. He thrusts his knot inside, stretching you even more, but you happily accept it and scream his name. He thrusts with his full length, ravaging you in the mating press. "Cum for me, you dirty little vixen. I want your pussy to clench around my knot. Scream my name."
And - fuck! - you do. Your nerves release a pleasure wave and you climax underneath him, pulling him with you. A warm liquid splashes your soft walls, and his knot swells, locking Ash inside you. But even though he stops with thrusts, he pushes one arm between you two and abuses your swollen clit.
"Remember what I dared you", he says, panting, and cruelly rubs your bundle of nerves. You thrash underneath him, overstimulated, but once he bites your ear, your cunt immediately responds and you cum again, all around his knot.
Leaning forward and touching the tip of your sweaty nose with his bloody snout, Ash purrs: "You lost the dare and now I get to do whatever I want with you."
Somewhere in the back of your foggy mind, you wonder what happened to the awkward Ash you knew, but this new Ash, the one forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you, is quite an impressive replacement, and you soon stop thinking about anything else.
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