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heai look at my regretevator oc. Princess is named Princess and only goes by Princess's name :3 no pronouns, no gender, only Princess. i have so much facts and lore for Princess you can ask if u want either in my askbox or the comments if ur interested... pls be interested i adore Princess w my LIIIFEEEE!!! trust ill answer ANYTHING (almost anything, don't be weird. obvi.) there are so many 'princess' in this post but i wouldnt have it any other way

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what does this mean

azzi x oc

warnings: smut, choking a lil bit, pining, friends to lovers, azzi a part gyal, rushed as a mf

based off this rec

"you know if you feel about the same way, i'd be so out my mind. could be dangerous, we'll fall but i'll give you the world."

give you the world (steve lacy, 2022)

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when azzi called me at 3am to come get her from her apartment, i didn't ask any questions. it didn't matter to me that we were just together 30 minutes prior, or that she'd sounded softer than usual. she was my best friend. she was a wild child, a party girl, a motor mouth, a diva. she was all these things, and she was my best friend since we were 19. 

being azzi's best friend meant doing as told, because she was the peoples princess. she never had to ask for things, they were just given to her. 

and now here we were in my bed, she'd changed while i showered, and now we laid in my bed. she never slept in my bed. always in the guest room that she'd dubbed as hers. but tonight she'd simply climbed into my bed like a cat and looked at me until i bended to her will and joined her. 

what does this mean?

almost like she'd read my mind, she spoke. "when i first saw you, it wasn't anything. It wasn't love at first sight. you were so fucking attractive. and i was aware of you. you were around. i was around. we saw each other. but you were mostly silent. you never talked about anything other than basketball. and then one day a bunch of us were at ted's i remember. and you laughed for the first time and the whole room turned to look at you. and from then on i started to listen to things you said and started to want to be around you. and then today you wore that hat and it made your eyes pop and that was it. i was gone."

azzi was looking at me with that pure focus that made me feel like the most powerful thing in the world. and i knew it was an illusion. i knew that it was just one of the many things that made her magnetic. she picked up every needle in the haystack and she didn't even try. she couldn't help it. i told myself this and yet, under her gaze, i became powerful. 

my hands felt too clumsy against the small of her back, even though there was plenty of space for it. if i'd moved that hand lower, where i'd pictured it a thousand times, would she object? an hour ago i might have said yes. now i saw something bright in her eyes, bright like the spots of light dancing across the darkened city. 

what did that mean? 

i tangled my fingers in her t-shirt, as if that would give me more of her. it wouldn't but sometimes desperate people tried pointless things because it was better than sitting and wanting. i thought kiss me. please fucking kiss me. give me something. give me a reason. give me permission. 

maybe she'd heard me. maybe she saw it on my face because i was that fucking obvious. either way, she trailed her fingers up my arm and i felt fireworks spark and fly. my core tightened and my pussy damn near cried, all because she'd touched my fucking arm. i had no idea  how she did this to me. i'd never understood and i doubted i ever would but i never wanted her to stop. 

and yet, she did. her weight shifted as she leaned towards me, raising her chin until our mouths were level. so close that there was no space for light between us, so close that i barely saw her in the darkness. i felt her though. and then she stopped. 

my pulse was racing, my blood burning through my veins, like wildfire. my nerves tingled in anticipation, but i stayed still. stayed quiet. 

azzi licked her lower lip, the tip of her tongue sliding over that plump curve, like ripe fruit. i wanted to sink my teeth into it. 

her whisper sliced through the air like a knife. "god, zara. you're soooo.... fuck." her fingers caught in my tee, tightening like she wanted me impossibly closer. 

i told myself to stay in control, but i'd lost the meaning of the word somewhere along the line. like i didn't recognize it anymore. so instead i told myself, fuck it. 

i closed the space between us. my lips slanted over hers, barely touching, and that was enough to take the air right out of my lungs. in the silence and the shadows, the brush of her lips felt like something holy. like prayers whispered into the earth. like purifying flames. this was the closest i'd ever get to perfection. 

but no. she pulled away, and laughed softly. "kiss me like you mean it, my love." 

she was fucking impossible, and that was perfection. 

i slid and hand into her hair and pulled her back to my mouth. this time, when our lips met, the flames didn't purify so much as devour. i kissed her hard, the way i'd always dreamed, and she responded like i'd always dreamed, except it was so much better because it was real and it was azzi and i couldn't fucking believe it. she kissed me as if she were starving. her breath came in short, sharp little gasps and her whole body rocked against mine. 

her hair felt like a cloud in my hand, thick and cool and fresh. i tightened my grip on it because right now, i could. as long as she kissed me like this, she was mine. my other hand slid from her back to her ass and the ache between my legs grew heavier. she was wearing my t-shirt, like she always did when she slept over. so i dragged up the fabric, and she arched her back like it was an invitation, and nothing had ever turned me on more in my fucking life. 

 i slid my hand the bare skin of her thigh, and traveled the curves of her thighs until i reached heaven. grabbing one cheek, sinking my fingers into the curve of her ass, actually made me moan against her lips. i could feel the fabric of her panties, cotton, and in my fucking way. i struggled to push them to the side, and she laughed against my mouth. 

"just take them off." she whispered. 

i shook my head even though i wanted nothing more than to do just that. "if there's something you want me to do, ask for it. nicely."

i expected her to laugh or tell me to fuck off, but azzi never did what i expected. 

"zara," she said softly. "take them off. make me cum. kiss me until we fall asleep." she was slightly breathless, but there was no laughter in her voice. she recited her list with something like desperation.

i sat up, pulling her with me. she gripped my shoulders, and straddled my lap. my pussy was screaming at me to do something  i ignored her, because right now, i wanted to focus on the woman in my arms, and all the things i wanted to do. make her smile. make her sigh. make her scream. 

i raised a hand to her face and ran a thumb over her cheek. "asking," i whispered, "is hard. taking is easy. doing is easy. but asking for what you want.... asking is showing someone everything, and trusting that thy won't use it against you. asking is about feeling safe." 

azzi swallowed hard. then she caught my hand, the one sitting at her waist, and moved it lower. over the ridges of her abs, the gathered fabric her skirt until my palm came to rest her pussy. 

i squeezed my eyes shut as the last of my common sense evaporated. i couldn't stop myself if i tried. couldn't stop myself from feeling every inch if her, from stroking her soft folds through the fabric of her underwear.  she made a soft noise in the back of her throat, rocking against my palm. 

that was all i wanted. for her to understand the need. to feel it the way i'd always had. i wanted her hungry. 

i shoved my hand beneath the waistband of her panties, and the i kissed her. as my fingers tangled in her soft curls, i nudged her clit and the moan she let allowed me to slide my tongue over hers. she sank her fingers into my hair and the part of my mind that still functioned, was grateful that i always did what she asked. that i stopped straightening my hair years ago because now, she was pulling hard and the sharp pain danced down my spine like something heaven sent. 

"you have no idea." i choked out. 

"what?" she panted, biting my lip.

"how much i want you. how much i have wanted you-"

"you can't be serious." she chuckled, still kissing me. 

i circled her clit and gave her the pressure that made her breath hitch. "of course i'm fucking serious."

she moaned, arching into my arms. "i thought.... i mean, you always seem so.... fuck-" she cried out. "i notice now."

"i would hope so." i lowered my lips to her throat, tasting her there. 

"you can't leave a hickey." she gasped. 

"there? or anywhere?"

"there, or anywhere someone could see." 

"fine." i sighed. 

"fuck," she panted. i kissed her neck, tasting the coconut oil she always used and was filled with pleasure when she whispered something that sounded like more. 

i pulled back, still circling her clit, and asked "what was that?" 

"nothing." 

i let go of her waist, sliding my hand up to her throat. her gaze, suddenly sharp and defiant, met mine. i smiled. "liar." 

she stuck her tongue out so i pulled her forward and kissing her, devouring her wondering how the reality of azzi was so much better than every single one of my fantasies. 

weren't fantasies untouchable? wasn't reality disappointing? 

she held my face as we kissed. the kiss was frantic and desperate and messy and nothing had ever been so perfect. i slid my hand from her clit to her entrance and pushed a finger inside. she moaned into my mouth and god she was so fucking hot, and so tight and i was so turned on that i was practically hurting. 

i dragged my mouth from hers, "touch me." i demanded in a voice that i didn't recognize. 

it was as if she'd been waiting for permission. her hands finally strayed from my hair, to the place i needed her most. she reached between us and dipped into my pants, rubbing me like it was her god given job. 

i groaned with relief as she slid her hand over me. i spread my legs so she could work and then added a second finger to reward her. 

she caught my earlobe between her teeth for one sharp second then pulled back to plant a kiss on my nose. "i love your nose." 

i bit back a moan as she swiped a finger over my clit. "you're the only  person who's said that." 

"don't know why," she rubbed my clit hard and fast, "the first time i saw you, all i wanted to do was sit on your face." 

"don't say shit like that." i tightened my grip on her throat, just nough to remind her i was ther. 

"why not?" she asked, her voice wavering as i reached deeper inside her, finding that tender spot. 

"because, i said and repeated the action. "i'm trying to draw this out as long as i can." 

she cried out, her pussy clenching around my fingers. "oh my god keep doing that. holy shit." 

i watched as her face twisted. she writhed against me with every thrust of my fingers, her breath coming in gasps. her hands shook as her pace on my clit quickened. 

my body trembled as every nerve ending on my body exploded. i came with an embarrassingly loud moan of her name.

 i felt her tighten around my fingers until it was almost painful and then she looked at him biting her lip, chest heaving, cheeks dark. 

and then with a sigh azzi fell off my lap and back into my side, holding me a little closer than before i knew what she tasted like and traced circles on my stomach.

as i felt her breathing even out, i stared at my ceiling and asked myself once again...

what does this mean?

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the kaleidoscope theory: l.hamilton.

• pairing: lewis hamilton x black!oc kalani halloway

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CHAPTER ONE

PRESENT DAY

“ARE you sure that you want to keep doing this with him Lani? Like I love you and I’ll always be in your corner, but I have to agree with your therapist here. What are you gaining from continuing to sleep with Malik?”

The bluntness of the question almost knocked the wind out of Kalani’s lungs. Over the decades of their friendship, she had come to know that Julian did not pull any punches when it came to honesty. It should not have shocked her that her best friend would react like this to the revelation of such news. Maybe it was the exasperation and disappointment that she picked up in his tone that made Kalani want to shrivel into herself from shame.

“Lani!” His voice boomed through the car speaker, breaking her train of thought. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.” She mumbled as her hands tightened around the stirring wheel.

“Well, are you going to answer my question or not?”

“It was a moment of weakness okay!” She exclaimed, finally admitting it to herself and to her best friend. “There was always an excuse to get me alone. To discuss the divorce or something about the kids. And he’d just … he would charm me, and I would be reminded of why I fell in love with him in the first place then I’d give in.”

“Tuh.” Julian scoffed. “Talk of the divorce like he’s not trying to distract you from the fact that he has not signed those papers.” He added, the truth causing her shoulder to sag as she leaned back into her seat.

“I know.”

“Baby, I’m not trying to make you upset —.” He sighed, speaking in a much tender tone. But it was too late. The shame that had been brewing in her stomach for so long had bubbled back up her throat.

“I just need you to really think about this. It has been two years since you have asked for the divorce, Malik keeps stalling signing the papers, under the guise of trying to make it work. But we all know that he is still with that bitch. Like he can’t have his cake and eat it too. He doesn’t have any regard for who he’s hurting and that is you and the kids. I need you to be better than your weakness for him. It’s not fair.”

His words were hurtful to hear but Kalani could not argue against them because she knew that they were true. That is why she had decided to begin therapy. She had not slept with Malik in over six months since she had started her therapy session. This round, Kalani had finally shared the truth that she had on tinted with intimacy with her ex-husband despite the separation.

“I KNOW.” Kalani sniffed as her tears threatened to spill over. The tremble in her voice could not be hidden and Julian picked up on it.

“Lani, listen-.”

“Hey, so um — I gotta go. I need to pick up Princess from my aunt’s place.” Kalani quickly spoke out as she rounded the corner into a residential street. “Talk later.”

She did not wait for him to respond as she ended the phone call. Kalani took a deep breath as she put the car into an empty parking spot. She continued to sulk in her seat as the heaviness in her chest had returned. Everything that Julian had said to her were all things that she knew and had known from the first time, she had slept with him after they split.

Stuck in the moment, every time they had done the deed had felt good. In some way, it had felt like she had been reclaiming her power. It felt good to know that in some way, her ex still wanted her. In Kalani’s need to be desired by the man that she was married to for nearly twenty years, she had momentarily lost herself and had forgotten what was important.

The happiness of her children.

So Kalani took in a deep breath and exhaled, wiped away her tears and re-applied her lip gloss. She practised her smile in the rear-view mirror until she was satisfied with a more approachable facial expression. She got out of her car and fixed the legs of her pantsuit before she walked a short distance on the pathway and onto the property.

It did not take any time from her opening the small front gate for the front door to be opened.

“Mummy!” The excited shriek of her young daughter sounded through the air as her little feet carried her as fast as they could towards her. Kalani immediately dent down to her level and opened her arms, waiting for her daughter. She dived into her arms and Kalani could just feel all of that heaviness began to lift away from her heart. As her daughter squeezed her little around her neck, Kalani immediately felt better.

“Hi, my Princess!” She smiled at Tiara. Princess’s little giggles were what she got in response as she pulled back to look into her mother’s eyes.

“I missed you so much, Mummy.”

“I missed you too! Did you enjoy school and time with Auntie Angie?”

“Mhm!” Tiara nodded her head as she played with Kalani’s earrings. “Today, I learnt what a doing word is! And then Auntie Angie baked me a banana cake.”

“The cake is for all of you, not just you baby.” Aunt Angela spoke from behind Tiara which caused Kalani to chuckle as a frown appeared on her little girl’s face.

“Emi doesn’t like banana cake as much as I do!” Tiara exclaimed.

“I know baby. But can we at least save a piece for brother first?”

“Okay.” Her small voice of defeat made Kalani’s heart swoon. She cradled her daughter’s head to her chest as she walked towards the door where Angela had been standing with Tiara’s belongings and the wrapped up banana cake.

“Hi sweetie.” Angela had greeted her as she awkwardly hugged Kalani.

“Hi Auntie.” She replied. It was like she could feel the love outpouring from the embrace. And it took all of her strength to not break down then and there.

“You okay?” Angela asked her. Kalani softly nodded her head, not trusting her words in that moment. She took a deep breath before offering a smile of re-assurance.

“Just need my baby.” Kalani replied. “Thank you for looking after her today.”

“You never have to thank me for that. I love Princess and I love spending time with her.”

After a couple of more minutes of casual conversation, Kalani and Tiara said their goodbyes and then left her aunt’s home. On the journey to pick up Emil, she sang along to the current kid bops that Tiara was currently enjoying. Her daughter filled the car with chatter about what her day at school was and repeated stories of previous adventures. Kalani did not mind at all. Hearing her daughter talk was far more enjoyable than being left with the chaos that was her thoughts.

~

When they had arrived at the local sports and leisure centre, Kalani noticed that by the outdoor astroturf, there was a larger crowd than there should be for a practice on an early Wednesday evening . She walked hand in hand with Tiara towards the grounds and smiled when she noticed the crowds full of young and old cheering on.

No matter how much Emil had tried to teach her, there were still aspects of the game of football that she would never understand. However, that never changed how much Kalani cheered on Emil and supported him. She knew that he had fallen in love with football due to Malik’s love for the sport, his passion came from within, and Emil had the talent to match. If Emil was willing to play, then Kalani was going to do everything that she could to make sure that he continued to play to his greatest heights.

From where Kalani stood, she could tell that it was an intense game for a practise but neither the Red nor Green sides seemed to care. When Emil touched the ball, he sprinted across the field with incredible of the ball and passing by the red players who were trying to defend. Emil then passed the ball to another green player who was open. This player then quickly shot the ball into the net, scoring the winning goal.

The crowd, including Kalani and Tiara cheered for the green shirts.

The game came to an end and with the crowds beginning to disperse, Tiara shot away from Kalani’s side and ran towards his older brother as she screamed his name. She smiled as she watched Emil pick up his little sister and throw her into the air, catch her and then spin her around.

As she proudly watched the moment, she caught a growing crowd from the corner of her eye. She noticed a man standing in the middle with the biggest smile on his face as he tried to greet every one that was surrounding him. That bright smile with the small tooth gap was the first thing that caught her attention. His twisted strands were in a ponytail, but his sides and beard were nicely trimmed in a way that brought attention to his chiselled facial features. Kalani’s eyes travelled to his large and muscular tatted arms that even with his bronzed, umber complexion, the design of the tattooed sleeves stood out. He was dressed simply, in a black, sleeveless knitted vest and what looked like black trousers. Kalani had spent too much time staring at him for her to notice that his jewellery was expensive and some of it was probably custom made.

As if picking up on her inquisitive eyes, the man looked up and stared right at her. She had never seen such an intense yet sincere pair of eyes that were the smoothest of chocolate brown. Kalani bit her lip in embarrassment at being caught looking when he smiled at her. She quickly averted her gaze to her children, who were walking towards her and tried not to think about why the stranger felt vaguely familiar.

“Hi Mum.” Emil greeted her as he placed Tiara down on her feet before reaching towards her and giving her a sideways hug. Kalani reciprocated the hg and patted his sweat drenched curls.

“Hi baby, you were great out there.” She complimented him which caused him to grin.

“Thank you.” He smiled at her.

“Any particular reason why you guys were playing like it was the finals of the Premier League?”

“Oh! The owner of the centre is here, and we just wanted to impress him I guess.”

“You were out there acting like he’s like a talent scout.” Kalani chuckled.

“He might as well be. He used to be a sportsperson, so he knows a lot of people.”

“Like Mbappa right?”

“Mbappé, Mum. Mbappé.” Emil corrected her with a roll to his eyes.

“Well, whatever his name is.” Kalani shrugged her shoulders and then picked Tiara into her arms. “Anyway, go get your stuff. We need to be home before 8:30.”

For a fraction of a moment, she saw her son’s gleeful demeanour slip. He nodded his head and then jogged away. Kalani watched as he stopped and talked to the same man that she had made eye contact with. The joy in his face was back once more and it eased the tension within her. She was sending them to their fathers’ for the weekend as she needed some time to herself to re-charge before she embarked on a large project at work.

However, Emil had made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with the man that he had once idolised. Emil confessed to enduring the visit for the sake of Tiara, who was still trying to adjust to the separation.

When he came back, they all hurdled into the car and they drove back home, not before stopping for a takeaway pizza collection.

After they had arrived back at their home, Kalani rushed her children to take their evening showers before preparing their bags.

Kalani stayed downstairs as she prepared their dinner. Alongside the pizza, she made a simple arugula salad with cherry tomatoes, feta cheese and a balsamic dressing. Once she had set the table and could finally take a sip of her white wine.

She dreaded the weekends when her children were away. Because it forced her to think. It forced her evaluate every single decision that led to this very moment that she was currently residing in.

Her hatred for Malik increased.

Memories of their past floated in front of her. Her and Malik dancing around the kitchen as they cooked whilst Emil set the kitchen table and Tiara narrating stories from her vivid imagination.

They were so happy.

They were so in love.

Where in the fuck did he ever find the time to cheat on her? She wondered.

That was a question that she never got an answer to. And it was a question, she was afraid of what the answer may be. It just was not something that she was ready to confront. Kalani was left to deal with all of that harbouring anger all alone.

“Mummy look! Me and Emi are matching!” Tiara rushed rushed down the stairs with Emil in tow. When Kalani turned her head towards their direction, a laughter full of elation burst from her when she noted that the duo were indeed matching. Tiara was dressed in a hot pink Nike tracksuit that was a contrast to Emil’s grey one.

“She wasn’t going to wear anything else.” Emil commented as they entered the large kitchen area, approaching the sink to wash their hands.

“That’s okay. Princess just wants to be like her big brother huh.” Kalani smiled as she smoothed her daughter’s hair.

“Yep!” Tiara gave them her dazzling smile. “Except, I don’t like football, and he doesn’t like banana cake!” The little girl stated before her focus shifted to the slices of banana cake on the table. “Ooouuu caaaakkee.”

“Not so fast, young lady!” Kalani spoke up which stopped Tiara in her tracks. “Can you eat some pizza first before the cake?”

“Okay, Mummy.” She pouted as she moved to sit down in her chair by the table. Emil shook his his head as he plated a slice of pizza for himself before sitting down.

They sat in silence as they ate their food, but Kalani could tell from her son’s solemn expression that something was bothering him.

“You okay baby?” She asked him as a worried expression marked her face.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He offered her a smile that she didn’t believe.

“You sure? You know that you can always talk to me, right?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just -.” Emil stopped talking before he let out a sigh. He then turned his attention to Tiara who was focused on trying to do a cheese pull. “I’m not ready to talk about it.” He concluded.

Kalani swallowed as she tried to not be disappointed with his response. Outside of the pure anger that was palpable whenever his father was mentioned, Emil had concealed his emotions about the divorce from her, always giving her that same answer of not being ready to talk. She had offered for him to go to therapy but he refused, saying that he did not need it.

“I caught him cheating Mum, not killing somebody.” He had said to her after the therapy suggestion. She dropped it then, however as her sessions continued, the more she wanted to push for Emil to go. But she was not going to force his hand. He’d go when he was ready.

“How’s this? When you come back, I’ll take the day off work and break you out of school and we do whatever you want. Just the two of us.”

“I’d like that.” Emil replied as a small smile returned to his face. Kalani reached over and softly pinched his cheek.

“That’s my boy.” She wicked at him.

They finished dinner in a much better mood with Emil updating her on his coming football schedule so that she could make time for it in her diary. And it wasn’t long after they had cleared the table did the doorbell ring.

Kalani glanced over to the clock on the wall. It was 8:40pm.

A cloud of tension suddenly covered the serenity of their home as she realised who was at the front door. Kalani looked at her son, who was already moving to collect Tiara from her position in her play area by the living room.

“Give me five minutes, I need to talk to your father about something.” She said to him. Emil nodded his head.

“Princess come on, gotta make sure that you have all of your toys ready.” He said before picking her up and giving her a piggy-back ride up the stairs which caused her to squeal with each step.

Kalani mentally prepared herself as she dried her hands with a hand towel before she headed to the door.

With one more pep talk, she swung the door open and met her ex-husband with a close-lipped smile with her body blocking the entrance.

Standing shy of 6 foot 2 inches with a rich, tawny complexion, a shaved head and trimmed goatee – Malik was a physically handsome man. At forty-three, he kept himself fit, had an impeccable wardrobe (that she introduced him to) and a gorgeous smile that her daughter inherited. Full lips with slick words that could charm the pants off a recluse. She would know, they’d been working on her for close to two decades.

“Hi Lani.” He smiled down at her.

“Hi Malik.” Her tone was curt, which caused his cheeky expression to slip by minor fraction, but she caught it.

“How are you?” He asked. “You look beautiful as ever.” He complimented her, trying to work his charm as he had done so many times before.

It wasn’t going to work this time.

“Thanks.” She narrowed her eyes before she moved to step outside. She drew the door close and left it slightly agar.

“I need to talk to talk to you about something.”

“Are the kids okay?” He worried.

“They’re as fine as they can be. But that’s not what I want to talk about.”

“Then what?”

“When are you going to sign the papers, Malik? You’ve been putting them off for far too long now.”

“What do you mean sign?” He frowned in confusion. “I thought that we were taking this time to figure things out.”

“What things?!” Kalani sternly exclaimed in a hushed voice. “You refused couple’s counselling. Emil doesn’t want therapy and wont talk to me about it. Tiara thinks you’re working on a big project at work because she doesn’t understand that we’re separated.” As the words spat out of her mouth, the angrier she became. “Let’s not fucking forget, that little girlfriend of yours is still around and you thought that I didn’t know about it.”

“She’s not Kalani!” Malik quickly tried to shut down her accusation.

“Oh please!” She scoffed as she looked at him up and down in disgust. “Her perfume is lingering on you right now. I should know, I was washing it off for years!” She hissed.

Kalani watched as Malik tried to sniff his clothes and that disgusted her even more as she could see the gears in his mind churning up an excuse.

“Listen, it’s not like that.” He began to say.

“I don’t give a shit what it’s like. I want those divorce paper signed and delivered to my office by Monday. If not then no more nice Kalani, I’ve put up with your shit for too long.”

Without giving Malik a chance to reply, she opened the door just as she picked up on the patter of feet rushing down the stairs. Tiara zoomed past her and dove into her father’s legs, hugging them.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” She chanted, bouncing with excitement. Malik picked her up into his arms and gave him one of his practised smiles as he peppered her face with kisses.

“My gorgeous girl! You’re getting so big!” He said which caused Tiara to grin.

“Look! My tooth fell out and the tooth fairy gave me one pound and Mummy told me to add it to my piggy bank!”

“Oh, that’s so awesome Princess!”

“When all my teeth fall out, I’m gonna be rich!”

“Oh, I bet!” Malik tickled her sides which caused another high-pitched squeal to leave Tiara. In all of her rage, it was the joy of her daughter that mattered to her. Emil trotted to her side, holding their weekend bags.

“You got everything baby?” She asked him. He nodded his head.

She hated having to send him with his father, but she did not trust Malik to care for Tiara without Emil’s assistance. She brought in her son for a tight hug and kissed the side of his head. “It’s just two days and you’ll be back.”

Emil sighed at those words before nodding his head. “Bye Mum.” He mumbled before he kissed her cheek and walked past Malik without acknowledging him. She could see that Malik was trying to not let that get to him but kept a brave face for Tiara. It may be horrible to admit but it felt nice to know that there was one more person who hated his guts the way she did.

‘Right, Princess, you’re going to be on our best behaviour for your father, okay?” Kalani said to Tiara.

“Mhm.” Tiara nodded her head before Kalani placed a kiss on her forehead.

“We’ll talk about what we talked about later.” Malik glared at her.

“Unless it’s about that signature, then we have nothing to talk about.” She glared back.

Kalani waved goodbye to her children as Malik drove away. Once she shut her front door, she let out the biggest sigh of relief as her body relaxed. She had not realised just how tense she had been in the minutes Malik was here.

It had felt like hours.

With her body on autopilot, Kalani finished cleaning up the kitchen and packing away Tiara’s toys before she grabbed her bottles of wine, forgoing the glass and dragged her body up the stairs to her bedroom. As she prepared for her evening bath, she put her favourite playlist on and danced to the music as she stripped down to her bathing suit.

Once her tub was full of hot water and bubbles, she sank down, laying down her head on the towel. She took a large gulp of her wine and get the bottle down.

With only the sultry voice of Sadé as solace, Kalani let her walls down and cried to her hearts content.

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[untoldstar]

Hello, I really loved your Yan butler OC

What if a princess reader actually became queen of their country and now she has to face an arranged engagement?

male! yandere butler x fem! royalty reader

warning: fem reader obsessive tendencies, yandere themes, murder, death, mentions of blood,

y’all guess who’s back from the dead! please excuse my rusty writing it's been a while</3

"Corsets are generally known to take your breath away but I can't help but think the added pressure is your doing Charles" You let out a breathless chuckle, he pauses, his hands halting in the air until he hesitantly continues tying your corset, relieving some of the pressure "My apologies..I seem to have gotten lost in my thoughts" he murmurs and clears his throat, you stay quiet for a beat as your initial worry grows "You've acting strangely for some time now, Charles. I'm growing worried" your eyebrows knit together as you look at him through the mirror in front of you, his eyes glance up to meet yours before returning them to his task "I suppose I've been slightly worn out, after all our schedule has been hectic as of your..latest decision" his voice deepens towards the end of his sentence "I know that's not the true reason, tell me, what has been bothering you?" you ask, unable to conceal the concern laced in your voice, you were so incredibly kind, even at this moment when he's dropping your title while speaking and avoiding your gaze you only offer him your kindness and that only causes him greater pain because that kindness will be for another man from here on out.

His hands drop to his side "Tell me, your highness" his eyes meet yours in the mirror and you nearly flinch at the sight, his face is entirely devoid of emotions and his eyes are dark sending shivers down your spine "Do you truly believe that this engagement is a wise decision?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes never leaving yours, you furrow your brows "of course I-" your words are caught in your throat as he lowers his head next to your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper "And do you believe it's..safe?" un uneasy feeling pools in your stomach at his question "..Why wouldn't it be safe?" he stays quiet for a few seconds before replying "Oh, no reason for it to not be safe I'm merely..concerned" he steps closer "After all this is a man who we don't know much about except what he chooses to show" you stay quiet "And who doesn't know much about you either..are you certain he's suitable?" your eyes harden, irritation consuming you at his endless questioning "There's no reason to question my decision, I know what is right for me and my kingdom" you train your eyes on his "Are those all your concerns?" he smiles flatly "yes, your highness" "good" you nod, a firm expression set on your face, Charles stays quiet for the rest of the time that he helps you get ready.

Later that evening you share a drink with your soon-to-be husband, Christopher Alpin, a very handsome and powerful king whose alliance with will benefit your kingdom greatly.

You both talk over the details of your wedding as the crowd enjoys itself with dancing, drinking, and mingling. Amongst that crowd is a certain unhappy butler who watches you with burning intensity, paying attention to where your fiancé's eyes drift, where his hand touch, the smiles you're sharing, watching you with him is slowly killing him and the thought that soon this man will be touching you, waking up next to you and spending every moment with you is too much for him to bear, it's completely wrong, that man in your future is out of place so as your loyal butler it's his duty to make everything perfect to you.

Just as the king excuses himself from the ballroom Charles wastes not a single second in following him quietly through the halls.

minutes pass and you grow worried, you decide to search for Christopher fearing he got lost in the castle, you search all the rooms until one room is left, your bedroom, as you near the bedroom you see your door slightly ajar and catch a glimpse of a few droplets of blood. your heart starts racing, you stand still for a few seconds, the fear of what could possibly be in your bedroom grounding you in place. You take a deep breath and move closer to the door, slowly opening it wider, you gasp and a sob breaks out of your throat at the sight, mere inches from you is your fiancé lying in a pool of his own blood with a large slit on his throat "ah your highness!" you flinch at the cheery voice, Charles is sitting on the edge of your bed, a smile plastered on his face, you attention drift to his usually white gloves covered in red, adrenaline and fear picks up in your chest as you turn on you heal to run before Charles is up and holding you back in a few seconds, he shuts the bedroom door and locks it, trapping you against it "I..don't understand why you're running away, I fixed it all can't you see?!" you swallow, your voice barely able to come out as steady as you want it to "Charles..what have you done..what are you talking about?" he presses himself against you "you don't have to marry him anymore, he was filthy! he didn't know anything about you, he didn't deserve you!" you don't reply, you stand stunned as you see Charles ramble with a manic expression "now it's finally just the two of us once again" he wraps his arms around you and burries his head in your neck inhaling deeply "I feel much more at ease now with you in my arms, don't worry I shall take care of everything.."

"won't you let me serve you?"

[askbensolo]

Happy Halloween, my dudes!

Meet Paige and Rose, my mom's usual go-to sitters for Rey.

"'Sitters?'" I laughed. "What are you—a loth-cat?"

"Well, they can't be my babysitters, because I'm not a baby!" Rey huffed.

...Anyway. Paige is my age. Rose is eighteen...and also? Weirdly obsessed with me.

"You're Ben Solo!" Rose said when she first laid eyes on me. "The Ben Solo!"

I get that often enough that I kinda like to milk it, just a little bit. I struck a cocky stance. "Yeah, that's me—son of Alderaan's last princess, nephew of the Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker—"

"—and author of Ask Ben Solo. I've read your entire blog. Four times."

Ooh. Oooooh.

Cringe.

Rose spent the entire night glued to my side, asking me questions about things that had happened in my teenage years that even I don't remember—but, hey! I finally found someone who wanted to listen to all 15,000 words of my KOR OC's tragic backstory!

Also—hi, Rose. Since I know now that you're probably reading this.

"Drop the lost Ask Ben Solo files, Ben! Please!"

"The—the what?"

"Your college memoirs! Your fans deserve to know everything that happened in those mysterious five years of silence!" Rose lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Me. I'm 'your fans.'"

"Uhh...I'll consider it," I chuckled.

...I wonder how many of my anons were literally just Rose Tico.

Paige is much less social than her sister. I tried talking to her a couple of times, and it didn't really go anywhere—you ask Paige something, and she'll answer you with like five words and go silent again. She kinda has the quietness of someone who's been through hell...and, maybe, hasn't quite made it out yet.

Seems nice, though. And like a good big sister. She kept Rey (and Rose) (okay, fine, AND me) from running into traffic like, ten times.

Paige didn't wear a costume. Rose dressed up as Senator Jar-Jar Binks (and now that I'm a Nabooian citizen, I found that sort of...distasteful, but I chose not to comment on it).

I dressed up as my KOR character, Kylo Ren. He has a super-cool scar on his face that is totally not the result of a slippery-bathtub-shaving-accident. Also—he? And the Dark Lady Revan? Are so totally married and in love or whatever.

Not because I’m into that sap, of course. Just because I want Revan and Kylo to have insanely-overpowered evil Sith babies together. (REVLO FOREVER, I will not tolerate anti-Revlo hate on this blog, BYE.)

Rey, as promised, dressed up as Emperor Palpatine, and had a Force-lightning prop she had made out of cellu-board. "Goooood, gooooooood!" she cackled whenever someone filled her bucket with candy. Despite being a wiry little thirteen-year-old girl, the Palpatine character seemed to come really...naturally to her. Weird.

Well, Happy Halloween!! Rey and I are about to have a candy-eating contest—and I have to prove to her that I ain't boring now just because I got old.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Does JK manage to make oc dirty talk with him and what does their dirty talk consist of when they're making the bed shake together hehe?

"Fuck" Jungkook growls in my ear while changing positions and now hitting it from the back.

"I will never get tired of this view" he says now leaning back and grabbing my hips and pounding into me at a merciless rate. "Wanna know why I call you Angel?" he groans, pressing me down further between my shoulder blades.

"I asked you a question" he says giving me a sharp thrust and making me yelp at this feeling. "And you know how I hate asking twice" he says and waits for me to answer.

"Why do you c-call me that?" I ask, trying to keep my moans at bay. "It's because this greedy cunt sends me to heaven angel" he says, leaning down a bit to give my clit a good tug leaving me clenching around him tighter.

"Do you like it when I call you that? Tell me, does this dick send you to paradise?" he asks, flipping me over on my back so he can see me while I respond.

"N-no" I say simply and he cocks his brow at me and stops his thrusts, waiting for me to give him an explanation. "It sends me to fucking hell" I say feeling delirious. "Nothing about you makes me feel grateful" I say and I can see that I fucked up by the challenging flame that's lit up his gaze.

"Really? Guess I'll just have to get you to scream my name again, that shows me you're really thankful for the pleasure that I give you. You really don't know how this works now do you princess? After all of this time and you still don't get it" he says while throwing my legs on his shoulders and hitting a spot that he's already abused so much tonight.

"S-shit please" I groan out, not sure if I want him to stop or go harder so I can finally tip over that edge. "Please what Angel? Do you wanna cum?" he taunts, changing his pace to a deeper more sensual pace, now hovering over me, bending me in half.

"Look at me" he says and I do so with a glazed over look in my eye. "What is it that you want?" he asks, taunting me and withholding my orgasm like he already has done time and time again tonight.

"Please make me cum" I say, feeling a sudden urge to cry, hating that he's making me say it. "I thought you weren't thankful to have this dick. Look at you now, so greedy and begging to cum just with one single change in pace. I thought you had more fight in you" he says, brushing his lips against mine.

"I don't think you deserve to cum. Do you think you do?" he says picking up the pace and making me shut my eyes, getting overwhelmed with the constant changes in pace. "Yes I do please please" I continue, regretting my earlier comment.

"Only because you asks so nicely, but be sure to say thank you after pretty. Otherwise next time I won't let you cum. You got that?" he questions and I can hardly think straight at this point, getting closer and closer to that edge.

"Answer y/n" he says through gritted teeth and I let out his name through a choked sob, remembering what he wanted, knowing that I can't last through another round tonight.

"See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" he says, panting after he's come down from his high soon after me.

I'm moments from passing out so he pulls out and decides to leave me be and gets ready to go after he's gone to clean up and calmed down for a minute.

"See you next time" is all he says before placing the room key on the bedside table and grabbing his suit jacket on the way out.

~~~~~~

So... basically his form of making her vocalize what she's feeling is more through taunting and making her beg since there's no way she would do anything beyond that.

Hope that makes sense hehe (also this is barely edited lol)

Thanks for the ask love 💜

[clumsy-jiminie]

ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ | ᴘᴊᴍ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

❝ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ❞

↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 4.7k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, questionable yoga poses, sexual fantasying, intimacy

↣ notes :: :) surprise :) the amount of sexual tension in this chapter makes me wanna smush their faces together and yell KISS ALREADY also JIN IS BACK JIN IS HOME WORLD WIDE HANDSOME HAS RETURNED 🥳 I was so happy to see our king of chaos return and spend some time with the rest of the boys!

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if you have any questions, comments, or concerns PLEASE don't hesitate to message me or send me an ask! my inbox is always open. 💖

"you're watching, I feel it. I know I shouldn't stare. I picture your hands on me. I think I wanna let it happen."

-liar, camilla cabello-

Amber eyes met with chocolate irises. After staring at each other with a widened gaze of disbelief, both pairs respectfully narrowed at each other.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Kiara dropped whatever stretch she was about to do, turning to face the blonde man who seemed equally, if not more, annoyed than the girl.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She whispered harshly so she wouldn't cause a scene.

Jimin couldn't help but tilt his head to the side curiously, switching arms to stretch the other one out. "I thought it was pretty obvious."

Her eyes burned a hole into him. "No shit! I meant here, at this studio, when there are hundreds, if not thousands, of other ones!"

The man shrugged, "This one was in the area. Technically, I should be asking you what you're doing here. Aren't you supposed to be in Long Island?"

Kiara opened her mouth and prepared for a slick response, but the words died on her tongue. He had a point, but she wouldn't let him know. All she wanted was to relax; with everything else going on in her life, this was the one place guaranteed to provide some tranquillity. But now that was tainted by the blonde's mere existence.

It was like the universe was playing some sick joke on the woman, interweaving her life with someone as insufferable as him. Her existence became a reality TV show for the gods above and below, making Kiara and Jimin the main characters. 

"What happened to your hair?" Jimin asked suddenly, filling the air of silence that grew between them. He had only checked out the woman because her hair caught his attention. So curly, wild, and free—he liked it, but it was Kiara's, so he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to pull on her curls strand by strand to watch them recoil back to the loose spring. Plus, Kiara had straight hair—she always had straight hair—she couldn't just suddenly change it on him.

"Fuck off," she quipped while she placed her hands on her hips for a moment. Kiara didn't wear her hair curly for this exact reason; someone always had something to say about it. Whether it was white women and children reaching out to touch it without her permission, black men insisting she was anything other than black when trying to talk to her, and random Hispanic people speaking straight Spanish to her as if she understood. Kiara didn't like the attention it brought her. That's why she kept it straight. The only thing people would do was compliment her hair. The less attention, the better.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, trying to find the calmness she once had before Park Jimin had entered. If she couldn't, she would hightail it out of here and back to Little Latte to give Jeongguk an earful. She knew she should've stayed at his place and made his bed into a lovely, comfy depression nest. An overwhelming feeling sat in her gut as soon as Jeongguk mentioned the outside world. 

"Was it on purpose? Like you meant to walk outside like that?" Jimin started to lean side to side casually, hiding the smirk that desperately wanted to form on his lips. 

Kiara glared at the blonde, her fiery gaze meeting his playful one. So he thinks this is a joke? "Fuck you and ya motha."

"Oooh," Jimin chuckled, hiding his attraction to her accent. It was the first time he heard it so prominently. Did she know she had a voice that deserved to be in porn? He could listen to just her speaking with no direction at all and get off. "Insulting people's mother's now? Someone's a little feisty."

"You're right," she stepped off her mat and bent over, beginning to roll it up. Jimin's eyes lingered over the woman for more than what was appropriate. "Your mother is probably a wonderful lady. I bet she tried everything for you not to grow up a pretentious asshole, but unfortunately," she grabbed her mat and water bottle, "some thing's can't be helped."

Jimin's upper lip twitched, threatening to curl from the bold assumption that his mother was anything excellent. He should’ve told her off—let her know just how painfully wrong she was—but that little smirk playing on her lips stole the words from his tongue. All he could do was sigh deeply, exhaling all the words he wanted to say as he stared into those eyes of gold that threatened him as much as his own. Just as she stepped away from him, assuming the woman was going to leave so they both could have peace, a door opened. The duo turned their head towards the noise that interrupted their tension.

"Good morning, my blessed rays of sunshine and daring rainbows!" A short girl with wavy dark brown hair walked in, followed by a tall man with deep skin. With the amount of pep in her step, one would think she was skipping. She made her way to the front of the room, standing before the mirror on top of a mat. The woman was very petite, standing at 4'10 at most. In contrast, the man beside her had to be at least 6 feet tall. It was an odd couple, but Kiara didn't care as much as she wondered why there were two instructors instead of one.

The woman smiled brightly at the room as the chatting people from earlier slowly started to join the center. "It's an honor to have you join us for this couples class."

The duo's eyes widened with disbelief before releasing an aspirated sigh. "Ah, shit," they mumbled as they looked around the room. Everyone had a partner beside them, leaving them as the only pair. 

"Today's class is designed for you and your partner to sync until you are one."

Kiara quickly raised her hand, promptly grabbing the instructors' attention. They nodded towards her, prompting her to speak. "What if you don't have a partner?"

The room erupted in tiny giggles like she said a joke, but Kiara's face remained unchanged. She stared at the two instructors, jaw clenched with an unamused expression spread amongst her features. She folded her arms over her chest, waiting for whatever response the two would conjure up.

"Oh, you were serious?" The man asked before Kiara nodded. He pursed his lips briefly before his eyes landed on the man beside her. Jimin looked at Kiara, wondering where she expected this route to lead her. It was only until the overwhelming feeling of someone staring at you that he pulled his gaze away from the girl and looked at the male instructor. "Do you have a partner?"

The blonde's eyes went wide before he cleared his throat. "Well, no, but—"

"Ah! So problem solved!" The male grinned before looking off at the rest of the class.

"No!" Kiara's voice pipped up before the female instructor could speak. "Problem not solved! Problem far from solved!"

"You're welcome to walk out," the short woman stated. She stared at the other woman, her warm blue eyes freezing over suddenly. That didn't stop Kiara from bending over again, preparing to gather her things until the woman's voice cut through the air. "But we don't offer refunds here."

Kiara stopped and froze, debating for a moment before slowly standing up. She had to dip into her savings fund to pay for this class, and she didn't want to waste money she shouldn't have been spending in the first place. Her shoulders dropped in defeat as she realized she was not only going to be stuck in the same room with Park Jimin, sober, for a whole hour, but now she was also to be his partner.

"Problem solved?" The female instructor asked with a tone of impatience lingering behind her words. Kiara nodded silently. The woman's eyes then traveled to Jimin, who met her gaze with a glare. She raised a questioning brow, tempting him to take a chance and try her also. And Jimin would've. He didn't need the money, nor cared so much for the class. He could've left, found another class at a neighboring yoga studio, and pretended he never ran into Ms. Kiara. But that was the issue. All it took was one glance at the woman who seemed to shrink into herself from embarrassment.

Jimin tilted his head back as he shut his eyes, letting out a small sigh of defeat. He placed his hands on his hips, gathering all the positive energy lingering in his system. He looked at the instructor once more, offering her his charming smile. "Problem solved."

The instructors seemed pleased, going on to resume their introduction to the class. Kiara found herself slowly shuffling towards Jimin. She leaned in subtly towards him. "Just so you know," she whispered, "I'm going to hate every second of this."

Jimin stifled back a dry scoff. "Likewise."

After the introduction, the instructors started the class with a simple breathing exercise. They demonstrated the position, causing Kiara's eyes to widen before she glanced at the blonde man beside her, who did not react. Soon, everyone, including Jimin and Kiara, got onto their mats and copied their position.

Kiara stared at Jimin while he avoided her gaze completely before cautiously sliding into his lap. The instructor pulled the shades on the window down, blocking out the natural sunlight before dimming the fluorescent lights. Speakers quietly played calm notes of guitar strings plucking and wind instruments. Despite the elements around them, the duo was anything but relaxed. Kiara tensed at the feeling of Jimin's hands on her back while hers wrapped around his neck loosely. Jimin tried to steady his breathing, praying that she couldn't feel how fast his heart was beating. They don't like each other; they haven't liked each other for months, so why did he need to feel close to her?

Kiara inhaled deeply, letting her eyes shut as her breathing began to sync with Jimin's. It was fast at first and slightly concerning until her fingers absentmindedly found the little hairs on his nape. He seemed to relax at the feeling of her fingertips stroking his hair. For the first time today, Kiara felt some sort of peace.

She wanted to pretend it was Taehyung's arms wrapped around her. She wanted to pretend it was his hands gently rubbing against her cool skin, warming her. She wanted to pretend it was his incredibly addictive scent she was breathing in. The sweet smell of citrus and pineapple colliding with a slight spice of black pepper and juniper berries with a heavy hint of vanilla lingering in the background was comforting. Disrespectfully intoxicating. Soothing. She wanted to pretend, but she couldn't.

All of his qualities were opposite of Jimin's.

Taehyung was naturally rougher and more dominating. Slow moments like this didn't come often, and if they did, it would always end with a hand on her ass or boob, groping her and telling her how horny he is. Sometimes, she just wanted to be held, to feel skin against hers in the most innocent ways. She didn't want her body to only be touched for someone else's pleasure. 

Her boyfriend also smelled like a teenager who put on too much axe body spray. Kiara preferred something sweeter, more inviting, and easier on the nose, while Taehyung wanted people to smell him before he entered the room. His colognes contained more notes of cedar woods, bergamot, and various citruses—powerful and entirely too much for Kiara. Maybe that's why she found herself snuggling closer to Jimin, her nose pressing against the crook of his neck, causing the area to tense from her simple touch.

"Someone's close," Jimin whispered lowly, causing a pleasant chill to run down her spine. She didn't know his voice could get deeper, and it was a dangerous ability for him to have. His silk voice was already soothing on the ears, but this made it far more enjoyable.

"That's the whole point of the exercise," she mumbled, subconsciously pushing her body against his.

Jimin inhaled sharply, her curls tickling the tip of his nose. He couldn't slow his heart. He couldn't stop his mind, not while she was this close to him. All he could think about was how divine she smelled—a delicate mix of berries with hints of whipped vanilla. Sweetness seemed to be her signature, which he didn't mind. He just ran his fingers up and down her spine, instinctively pulling her closer by her hips. The woman couldn't help the gasp that escaped from her lips as her fingertips gripped his black shirt.

Kiara shouldn't be enjoying this. It was wrong on so many levels. Still, she couldn't help but let her eyes flutter close as she melted into his embrace. She imagined a world where the events leading to their distaste for each other didn't occur. A world where Jimin met her before Taehyung. A world where his gentle touch was normalized, yet still made goosebumps arise on her skin as if it was foreign.

The instructor's voice cut through their moment of peace, placing them back in the reality where they disliked each other. Their separation was slow, almost as if their bodies were rejecting the idea of it. Kiara's eyes met Jimin's briefly before she slid onto the floor and to the space beside him. 

The class continued with some regular solo poses before another couple exercise. Kiara sighed deeply, dreading the moment she had to feel Jimin's hands against her skin. This is what she should be feeling, right? Then why did it feel forced?

The class watched as the male instructor demonstrated the pose. It was relatively easy, like the first one, yet Kiara's face flushed with heat. This class was truly meant for couples. She wondered if Taehyung would be interested in attending one with her, but she already knew his answer would be no. The activity was too boring, and with the closeness he would convince them to ditch and never return.

"You nervous or something?" Jimin whispered, sounding almost genuine as he pulled her from her thoughts.

"No!" She snapped at him quietly.

His brows furrowed as he gestured towards the space in front of him. "Then get in position." His tone matched hers without a second thought. 

The woman glared at him despite being the one to start the trouble. Regardless, she did as she was told and stood before him. Sweat began to form in the palms of her hands as she felt his hand rest on her hip. She took a deep breath, slowly bending forward as the hand resting in the middle of her back guided her. She grasped her toes between her fingers while keeping her knees straight, causing the back of her legs to stretch. Typically, this was a very relaxing pose, and she usually would've gone a step further and wrapped her arms around her calves, almost pulling her head between her legs. Jimin's presence was a distraction—too significant not to notice—stopping her from stretching further. He wasn't doing much, but his hands gently persuaded her to continue the stretch by applying light pressure on her back while her other hand firmly kept her in place to ensure she didn't lose balance. It caused her face to flush, the feeling of his hands so gentle yet so commanding.

Curiosity flooded Kiara's mind briefly, leading her to glance at the mirror before them. And god, she wished she hadn't. It was enough that she found Jimin attractive—you'd have to be blind to say he wasn't—but with his dark eyes peering over her frame as he stood directly behind her and his brows somewhat furrowed with his head tilted to the side a bit, Kiara was surprised she didn't turn bright red at the sight. Her mind strolled to a dark area, wondering if this were the picture an onlooker would see if he was fucking her from behind. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she quickly looked away. She cursed at herself softly, knowing that specific scene would plague her thoughts for the next few nights.

Jimin inhaled deeply, trying to convince himself to remain calm. She was such a sight to see already, but bent over? It took every ounce of concentration he had not to allow blood to run opposite from his head. Despite wanting to fill the gap between them and press his hips against the woman, he stayed frozen in place. You know better, rang through his head like a mantra. Curse this class for being so sexually charged, as if couples couldn't also mean a pair of friends who like yoga as well. It felt as if the instructors were punishing the duo for speaking up against them. Although, he was pleasantly surprised with how flexible the woman was. He prayed for the moment when the instructors called for a new position, not wanting to deal with this level of torture any longer. And when they finally did, he only removed his hand from her back, allowing her to return to an upright position slowly. He watched Kiara through lowered lids. Why did it seem as if everything she did was purposely seductive? It was like the girl had lust running through her system, expressed through the way she moved and spoke. Jimin didn't back off until he got a face full of her sweet fragrance.

Kiara swiftly returned to her mat. She unzipped her hoodie, feeling as if the area just went up 20 degrees. The woman rid herself of the black fabric, leaving her in a cropped white camisole. She used her hand to fan herself, hoping that the lack of clothing and the cool air would allow her face to return to its usual shade. Jimin glanced at the girl, subtly doing a double take as her chest barely moved up and down to accommodate her breathing. He stared ahead, cursing himself mentally, as he felt he was just about to lose the fight between his head and dick. He made it through having the woman sit in his lap and bent over directly in front of him, but her standing in a camisole was what would do him in?

Fuck, he thought to himself as the instructors started to talk. Hopefully, the shrill voice of the fake-peppy woman could stop him at a chub so he could avoid the embarrassment. The sweatpants he decided to put on weren't necessarily boner-proof. Her curves were so noticeable, so divine, blessed by Aphrodite herself. He totally understood why Taehyung was drawn to her, but how he put up with her slick tongue every day during their relationship was beyond him.

The class resumed its regular poses once again, giving Jimin a break as he focused on his posture. Kiara couldn't help but glance at him now and again. The regular poses had them remain close, causing their limbs to brush each other occasionally. The slight touch was more than enough to cause goosebumps to rise on either party's skin. Almost touching each other should've burned. It should've made them recoil strongly like the heat of a nearing fire. Stolen glances between the two should've created flames fueled by disdain for the other.

But it didn't. For the first time since that fateful night when everything went to shit, they were coexisting. Neither decided to question it; instead, they just lived in the moment, considering it would be the last.

The instructors demonstrated another pose, prompting the duo and the rest of the class to follow. This one didn't seem as sexually charged. Jimin sat on the mat with his legs wide open, allowing Kiara to place herself between them. She leaned back into him, resting her head on the upper portion of his chest. The curly-haired woman tried her hardest to relax against him, knowing that this particular stretch could end with her pulling a very uncomfortable area if Kiara wasn't careful. She let her eyes flutter shut as she tilted her chin toward the ceiling. Her hands rested comfortably on Jimin as if this was just an everyday thing with him—like being comfortable with him was normal.

Jimin was utterly focused. Having Kiara this close to him again could cause some trouble for him. He had already proved to himself that his mind could go to that place easily regarding the woman. The blonde wished he could blame it on the lack of pleasurable activities, but that would be a lie. As Kiara sunk into him, her curls tickling the side of his neck, he reached forward to grab her ankles. He lifted her legs into the air, slowly but surely pulling her limbs to either side of her. Jimin's brows furrowed as he continued to pull farther than he expected her to handle. She let out a soft hum, sounding pleasant to the ears.

Jimin inhaled deeply. He had the girl spread eagle in his lap, pulling her legs back until the side of her head. He averted his eyes, looking anywhere besides the place where any other guy would gaze. He even caught the male instructor staring in her direction for too a little long. The blonde instantly narrowed his eyes at the other, jaw set and tongue ready to slit his throat if the gaze proceeded. Luckily, the man was smart. He was instantly unsettled by his gaze, looking elsewhere while pretending to help another couple. Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes, lip curling at the thought of him possibly checking out another woman while seemingly in a relationship. Though it was an assumption, Jimin could usually tell taken men from single. The former seemed to move more cautiously or didn't care for anything else around them. The latter always had a wandering eye, interacting with the world's opportunities of the beauties bestowed on him.

Kiara opened her eyes, meeting with the ceiling before looking ahead. The way Jimin had pulled her legs, stretching her abductors pleasantly, felt amazing. She looked at their reflection, gazing at his surprisingly strong arms. Her mind traveled to a darker place where they sat in a similar position, in front of a mirror in the privacy of her home, with a lot less clothing. Kiara was so caught up in her imagination—something she definitely shouldn't be indulging in considering the state of her relationship status—that she didn't notice Jimin's gaze slowly fall upon her, their eyes meeting in the mirror once again. She seemed in a daze to him; eyes glazed over with developing lust. He only wished to get a peek inside of that mind of hers.

When she finally came to, noticing how her eyes locked with his, she glared at him and quickly averted his gaze. Her face flushed with heat, a tedious habit when it came to this man. Kiara hoped he wouldn't see the embarrassment hiding in her rose-stained cheeks, but Jimin only chuckled at the sight, and she was unsure if that infuriated her or granted her relief. She wasn't allowed to ponder her feelings as the instructors commenced wind down, consisting of the duo separating and laying next to each other on their mats. They were only a few inches apart. Jimin's finger twitched, craving an action he knew he very well shouldn't. An hour of grasping her soft skin in his hands should've sufficed him. Yet he was greedy, wanting more of her than they both knew she could give.

Kiara stared up at the dimmed, round light fixtures that hung from the ceiling until little flashes of color invaded her line of vision. She let out a deep sigh, letting her eyes shut. Her mind was a tsunami of thoughts when it was supposed to be a calm lake. Three men crashed like tidal waves on her beach of sanity, when she hoped this class would get rid of them only for a second. She didn't want to think about her annoying boyfriend, her best friend whose eyes seemed to cover hidden feelings or the blonde whose looks should match his ugly personality to make things easier on her. She attempted to drown them with silence—push them so below the surface that it would take days for them to reach the top of the wave again. 

The room became brighter as the fluorescent lights turned on, and the instructors raised the shades to let in natural lightning. Kiara heard the other occupants get up and retrieve their stuff, but she remained glued to the floor beneath her. It wasn't enough time. This class achieved the opposite of why she attended. She still felt tense, and on edge, waiting for someone to push her over.

"Well, that wasn't a total nightmare," said a voice above her. The smug tone wrapped around his words dropped like acid onto the girl's face. Opening one eye, she was graced by the image of Jimin slightly bent over, hands in his pockets, with golden hair loosely spreading out and around him like rays of the sun.

"Says who?" Kiara scoffed as she sat up, a cloud blocking his rays. Most of the class had packed their stuff, leaving a few chatty stragglers beside the duo. She gathered her things before standing up and looking at the blonde. Looking up at him, she never noticed how much she needed to tilt her head back. Why did he look like he was glowing under the fluorescent lighting? His honey-glazed skin was smooth and supple, with the faintest freckles on his cheeks. 

"Considering the fact that we've survived an hour of pretending we could tolerate being close to each other, let alone touching each other, I'll take that as a win," Jimin smirked while folding his arms over his chest.

"Fucking perv," Kiara grumbled. "You liked putting your grimy little fingers on me, didn't you?"

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. I saw your face."

Kiara's eyes went wide for a moment before she unknowingly mirrored Jimin's stance by folding her arms over her chest as she shifted her weight to one foot. "I have not the slightest idea of what you're talking about."

The blonde couldn't help but smile as he watched her lips form into a subtle pout, her chin tilting upwards as she tried her hardest to appear snobby. Too bad she couldn't sell it. All she managed to do was look cute. "Yeah, OK, Kiara. Whatever will help you sleep better at night."

"Of course, you would think about how I sleep." Kiara quipped. She didn't know why she always dragged out conversations with Jimin. All she had to do was ignore him and walk away, but something about his little jabs made her want to fight.

Jimin let out a loud scoff. "Don't flatter yourself. You live far from my thoughts at night."

Kiara's brows furrowed, not understanding why that comment would leave her with an uncomfortable pit in her stomach instead of swelling with relief. "Yeah OK." She bent over to pack up her equipment, knowing Jimin's eyes were gazing upon her. She slowly stood up again, regaining control of the situation. She could see how Jimin's eyelids had lowered, plump lips ever so slightly agape as if he was trying to breathe out the lingering desire in his system. "So we're just gonna pretend like you weren't just staring at me, right?"

Jimin's face suddenly twitched, like he was snapping himself back to reality. Heat followed afterward, flushing his skin with a pretty pink. Kiara giggled softly, causing his lips to tug into a small smile despite the embarrassment swimming through him. How the woman managed to shut him up, not once, but twice now, was beyond him. Jimin was the king of clapbacks. There wasn't a soul that could escape his wicked tongue until he met the beautiful girl with wild hair and a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. He could only sigh, feigning annoyance though he was rather impressed. 

"You really think I was staring at you?"

"I know it."

Jimin didn't bother testing his luck again. Something about her threw him off his game, which was not his proudest moment. The blonde couldn't do much but watched as she swayed her hips, strolling towards the door until she stopped suddenly.

"Guess you'll have something to think about at night now," Kiara said just as she walked out of the room. Jimin's jaw fell slightly before he collected himself, scoffing quietly. A part of him was tempted to follow after, to continue the banter they had fallen into.

But he knew better than that.

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[bardic-tales]

Good morning, fellow creatives. Happy Tuesday, and welcome to the first week of this event. As I mentioned in my taglist post, the Creators' Club is to foster a community between like-minded individuals.

Every day, there will be a theme: such as Blorbo Blursday where it is encouraged you go into each other's ask boxes or even a post on your blog asking about each others' weekly project or muse.

This project is not to promote your work -- even though that will happen organically -- but to support the other Tumblr members. It's to foster a community. You don't need to participate every day, as I know how it's important to focus on your health, but please try to interact with each other.

Also, please remember to be kind to everyone and their characters / WIPs. No drama in the creative pool.

Our Tuesdays are on rotation. There are two events for this day. The first one is Trivia Tuesday. The second one is Tender Tuesday.

For this week, we are going to focus on relationships. While Tender Tuesday does encompass love interests, romantic ideas, and shipping your OCs, there is another side to it, too. After all, the love for a sibling and friend can be considered tender, as well.

How to particpate: Send an ask to a fellow member starting with “Happy Tender Tuesday” and ask them about a platonic friendship, a romantic relationship, or general love life of their chosen OC that they want to talk about this week.

Also, feel free to talk about your character's relationships or share a snippet with us about the topic and remember to tag @bardic-tales in all of your responses, as well as posts, so I can share it on this post.

Please refer to our 'Meet the Character / Project' post we did yesterday. There is a list of everyone's desired talking point this week under Creators.

If you have your asks open, you will receive an ask by @bardic-tales today. However, I know some of you don't for various reasons. You are welcome to use one or all three of the following questions and tag me, so I can reblog it.

Daily Question

How do your character show love in small ways that their partner finds meaningful?

What is a small gesture your characters do for each other that expresses their deep friendship or sibling bond?

What is a pivotal moment in your WIP where a character shows unexpected tenderness, changing the course of their relationships?

Member Answers

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@sliceoflifeshepard: original work: gordon and chaos

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Thank you for your interest, and we look forward in getting to know you and your works.

[pommpuriinn]

𝜗𝒞 TILL DEATH DO US PART 𝜗𝒞

ACT 2

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨SYNOPSIS୧⋆ ˚｡⋆In the kingdom of Anastasia the royal family holds a huge ball for all royals to come together, and start the search to wed their children together. The handsome Choi Beomgyu gets a lucky chance to enter the ball and feels love at first sight, Mo Yuri. Will their young love stay forever?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨WARNING୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ none

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨PAIRING୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ beomgyu x oc

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨A/N୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ happy valentines day ❤️

“Why the long face princess?” Nurse Min asked in a worried tone, as she was fixing Yuri’s hair. “I’m just not excited for today or what my faith might be by the end of the night.” Yuri just stares at herself through the mirror. “Well, I’m sure tonight will be fun for you my princess. I can just feel it in my bones.” Nurse Min sang while hugging Yuri at the end. “I’m glad one of us is looking forward to tonight.” Yuri let out a bittersweet laugh.

“I’m not the only one. Your sister seems quite excited as well, maybe she might find a prince charming tonight before you do.” Nurse Min laughed. “She’s too young to be thinking about love!” Yuri crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m surprised you haven’t started long ago princess.” Nurse Min looked at her through the mirror. “I-I don’t even know how it feels to love someone romantically, nurse.” Yuri stuttered while looking defeated. “Oh princess love feels like your heart is going to explode just by looking at the person, or how it feels like ages since that last time you saw each other but in reality it was like two hours ago.” Nurse Min laughed. “Love really makes you do the unthinkable sometimes.” Nurse Min sighed at the end. Yuri can see that Nurse Min really loves her lover with just the way she looks talking about love and all the things it makes you feel.

“Nurse Min?” Yuri spoke in such a light voice. “Yes dear.”

“Do you think I’ll find love tonight? Or even a husband?” Yuri was so scared for tonight and all this love talk really makes her even more scared. She thought if she asked questions that it would guide her, but it only made her more confused.

“I honestly wished your parents didn’t have to force you in this way to find someone to love for a really long time, but I have faith that tonight will work out for you princess.” Nurse Min then got on her knees holding Yuri’s hands together. “It’s like the moon talked to me last night, princess.” Yuri gasped, turning to face nurse Min. “What did it say?”

“I really do believe you will find the one princess I really do. Just follow your heart princess and be curious about your surroundings, there might be a lover hanging out around the shadows princess.” This made Yuri’s heart jump. Maybe she will finally experience love. “Thank you nurse Min, I don’t feel as bad now.” Yuri replaced her frown with a smile. “There’s mine princess, now let’s head out now your parents must be waiting.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The music hall was decorated beautifully along with a live performance serenading the people’s ears. People from all the different kingdoms started entering of course saying their hellos to the king and queen, including the two daughters. You can obviously tell who are the bachelors for Yuri which had animal shape like masks covering a majority of their faces, but their lips.

“Now please behave boys. I don't want my parents to find out that I snuck you guys in, they'll have my head if they find out.” Soobin warned the boys before handing them their masks. “Mm, animal masks. Unique.” Beomgyu looked down at his puma mask. “Go in there and don’t fool around too much.” Soobin gave them one last word before heading into the castle. “I’ll see you boys on the other side, let's see if I’m lucky tonight.” Yeonjun laughed and walked right in, leaving the three boys behind.

“Ugh, what a whore.” Taehyun commented before following Yeonjun in. “I’m here for the food and wine.” Kai smiled before heading straight to the table filled with dishes around the world.

“And then there was one.” Beomgyu sighed to himself. He placed his mask over his face, smoothed out his dark colored vest and started making his way inside the castle. Beomgyu followed the loud music and the laughter soon he saw the magnificent music hall. He was awed with everything, especially the live band that was performing for everyone. He looked all around him seeing the ladies in all various style and color gowns, and with different hair dos. The boys also had various color vests and all different animal masks for the ball. As Beomgyu was making his way around everyone the main singer in the band stopped and spoke into the mic.

“Well I hope all the royals have a splendid time tonight. I can already see many lovers tonight.” He laughed into the mic. “It’s finally time for the ladies and our beautiful princess from Anastasia Mo Yuri to start the dance ceremony, and please if you think you're a good fit for our princess over here please do dance with her. Who knows you might be the lucky one~” The main singer winked to the crowd.

Beomgyu watched everyone clear the center as the ladies got into a straight line hands together as they started their dance. He was paying close attention to everyone until his eyes shifted to the direction of a girl who had the prettiest color of lilac on their gown. The gown had such beautiful jewels to complement the girl wearing it along with a lace throw over with little detail white flowers. He moved up to her face which was even more gorgeous than her dress, her hair was pin straight dark chocolate color with both of her front strands tucked behind her ears. Her face had such soft features but with a sharp jawline, her face could literally be the size of someone’s fist that’s how small it is.

He felt his heart beating and his ears ringing, “I have to dance with her.”

So Beomgyu was slowly making his way into the crowd getting closer to the girl with the lilac colored gown. His actions didn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone. Yuri can see a boy going through the crowd, bumping into people, hiding behind people, and even hiding behind pillars. She wanted to laugh at his silly actions, but she had to keep a straight face. Soon the dance changed to where you have to touch hands with someone and go in a circle. The warmth of the person’s hand startled Yuri. It was the boy with the puma mask.

“It’s you.”

“It’s I, princess.”

The two continued on dancing with each other. Yuri’s lips turned into a warm smile, well facing the puma boy. Beomgyu also returned the smile at the gorgeous girl in front of him. Unfortunately, the song came to an end and the nurses pulled Yuri away from the puma boy. The nurses pull Yuri to the side so she can watch a prince sing his heart out hoping to get the attention of the princess. “Wait, I wasn't done with my conversation yet.” Yuri looked at the nurses. “We know, but this boy really wants to show you and your parents his one of many skills.” The nurses giggled while playfully nudging into her arms.

Yuri sighed not wanting anything to do with this. She wants to know the puma masked boy. Yuri started zoning out staring into nothing and thinking of almost nothing, maybe of a certain-

Yuri gasped, but quickly covered her mouth as she felt someone holding her hand. She turned her head and saw the puma boy crouched down behind the pillar she was next to. “Puma boy.” She whispered. Beomgyu smiled at the name she gave him. “Want to know my real name?” Beomgyu tilted his head to the side waiting for the princess' response. Yuri looked at the nurses next to her seeing that they were fully engaged with the prince’s performance. “Yes, take me with you.” She tightened the hold of his hand.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The puma boy took the princess out to the open balcony giving them a grand view of the garden. The two came breathless with all the running they did getting away for the large crowd. “It’s Beomgyu.” Beomgyu took off his mask revealing his face. Yuri was speechless with the handsomeness that was held behind the mask. “Yuri. Mo Yuri.” She smiled at him.

“You just got my eye, I had to take you away.” Beomgyu kissed Yuri’s knuckles. Yuri almost flinched with the warmth of Beomgyu’s lips touching her skin. It already feels addicting. “You’re quite handsome, why didn’t my parents tell me about you?” Yuri came closer to Beomgyu. “Well, I’m not really royalty my lady.” Beomgyu said, while moving his hair away from his eye. “What do you mean? You have everything a royal would have.” Beomgyu chuckled, enjoying all the praise from the gorgeous princess.

“I’m friends with a current prince and he invited me over. I’m a lower class noble princess, unfortunately I’m not made for you.” Yuri shook her head ‘no’. “I want you to be made for me.” She held his hand up to her chest feeling more of the warmth she now craves. “Is this what love is?” Yuri and Beomgyu stare into each other's eyes, falling in love just by the mere stare and little touches.

This feeling came too strong and too fast for the two. Basically questioning if this is love or just the heat of the moment.

“Princess Yuri?” Nurse Min called out, causing Yuri to gasp. “You have to hide.” Yuri took Beomgyu to hide against one of the pillars. “Meet me on the right side of the kingdom you’ll see a balcony with pretty white flowers around it. That’s my room balcony, see me there and we’ll talk more.” Yuri whispered the plan to Beomgyu. Only to shock Beomgyu and herself when she gave him a kiss on his lips. The feeling was like a burst of fireworks in them. They couldn’t pull away mostly when Beomgyu held her close just in the last second when nurse Min came around the corner Yuri pulled away just in time.

“Princess! I have been looking up and down and all around for you.” Nurse Min took hold of Yuri’s hands with a worried stare. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience nurse. I just wanted some fresh air. The music hall was getting quite suffocating.” Yuri smiled, fooling the nurse. “Well now that you're well, let’s get back to it. Your parents are looking for you.” Nurse Min walked Yuri back inside leaving Beomgyu alone in his hiding place.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“Honey! We want you to meet someone.” Yuri’s mother pulled Yuri to her side. “My lovely daughter, this is the queen and king from a kingdom not too far away.” Yuri’s father explained. “And this is the prince Choi Soobin.” Her father pushed her a bit forward towards the prince.

He’s not that bad looking, but he’s not Beomgyu. “Hello prince. I’m Mo Yuri, princess of Anastasia.” She bowed with her hand over her chest. “Let’s let them talk a bit.” Her father pulled Soobin’s father over to the side away from the two with both wives following close behind. Yuri watched them walk away leaving her in an awkward position. “Um…to be honest, I’m not interested.” Yuri was blunt. Her mind is set on one person and one person only. “I agree completely with you princess. Quite frankly I have no desire to get married.” Yuri was glad that they’re on the same page. “Good well,” Yuri looked around her, seeing less and less people in the music hall. “I hope you have an excellent night prince Soobin.” She gave him a final bow before running out of the hall, making Soobin laugh.

“Cute~”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Yuri immediately sent her nurses out of the room to help out of the gown. “Don’t worry, I can do it nurses. Rest well tonight.” Yuri lightly closed her door and started to rush everything off. Yuri went through her closet finding a beautiful silky sleeping gown then to her vanity brushing out her little tangle bits. After quickly preparing herself she went through her balcony doors down her steps and headed to the white flower beds waiting for her prince.

Yuri looked up at the moon and brought her hands together and started praying at the moon. “Oh moon, please let him be my prince. My lover.” She sighed with a smile. “Let us fell deeply in love, amen.” Yuri giggled feeling ridiculous with how much she probably looks like a lovesick girl already. Rustling was heard causing Yuri to quickly fix her posture and look over to the trees to see her prince. “Princess.” Beomgyu was revealed from the shadows. Yuri lightly gasped, “mine prince!” She stretched out her arms ready for him to run to them. Beomgyu gladly took it has an invitation and ran up to the rock that could gave him perfect height to meet his princess. “The moonlight hits you perfectly.” Beomgyu hugged her, but left some space to look at her glowing face. “Thank you~”she giggled. Again the warmth and the love was consuming them.

“Come in.” Yuri backed up to let Beomgyu jump over her white stone railing. Once he landed Yuri quickly held his hand and pulled him in, causing him to stumble a bit making the both laugh. They spent the night talking and getting to one another even stealing a few kisses here and there. From an outsider it might look like they have been lovers for years, but in reality they only met hours ago.

Yuri learned that Beomgyu is eighteen and is an only child, but with his friend group he feels like he has four brothers. He loves archery and always practices it along with training with horses since he works in the stables of another kingdom. “Kingdom? Which one?” Yuri asked while leaning closer to Beomgyu. They both laid side by side holding themselves with leaning on their elbows. “Well one of my friends is Soobin, Choi Soobin the prince.” Beomgyu answered, as his thumb draws circle on the side of her thigh. “So that’s how you got in.” Yuri pointed his shoulder playfully pushing him back a bit. “My parents actually tried making me talk to prince Soobin, but I wasn’t interested.” Yuri averted her eyes away from Beomgyu’s. She was getting shy.

“Really? I wonder why~” He continued to tease the poor princess throughout the late night.

The two lovers fell asleep holding each other close with the princess’s head tucked under Beomgyu’s chin while Beomgyu had his arms wrapped around her warm body, and his chin on the princess head.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Thicker Than Blood (Chapter 1) Aemond x OC

word count: 1018 words

Last part —> next part

I am reading by the fireplace when I hear a knock on my door.

"Enter." I call out.

"Hello my love." My mother enters the room.

"Mother. Are we due to have tea already?" I ask with surprise. "The time must have escaped me."

"No, it has not. I am afraid I have a bit of pressing news."

I look at her, concerned. "What is it."

"Because of the condition of Lord Corlys. The Hand is taking petitions for the inheritance of Driftmark; it seems he does not see Luke as heir."

"That is absurd." I scoff.  "How dare they question our legitimacy so openly?"

"My thoughts exactly. But we must be calm, my sweet girl." Mother brings my hands up to her mouth and places a soft kiss upon them. "Do not let them invoke anger in you, it will bring you no good."

"Yes, Mother."

"You must have your maid begin packing for the trip, I expect we will leave quite soon. And maybe you could go look upon Jace, he has not taken this deceit too well."

"Of course, I will call on Myra right away and will go see Jace. I expect he is training?"

"Yes he is. Thank you my sweet girl." My mother offers me a smile and then takes her leave.

I called upon my handmaiden and had her dress me for training. Since we have moved to Dragonstone, mother has been kind enough to allow me to learn to defend myself with the sword because of my interest in it as a child. Even though it is not proper for a lady, she has allowed me to learn alongside my brothers albeit, not as much as they do.

"You must begin packing as well." I inform Myra. "We leave for King's Landing soon, likely in less than a fortnight."

"Yes, Princess." She nods. "You have not been back to King's Landing for quite some time. I expect that you are excited to see Prince Aemond again."

The mention of his name irks me. Aemond has not sent me a letter since his thirteenth nameday.

"You forget yourself." I say, curtly and brush her hands off to finish buttoning my tunic myself.

"My apologies, Princess. It was not my place."

"No, it wasn't." I say.

I grab my sword and walk out of my chambers, heading down to the beach. I will apologise later for snapping at her.

When I arrive at the beach, I see Lucerys and Jacaerys sparring. Jace not letting up as he relentlessly attacks Luke, letting out all his anger upon him.

"Maybe you could let up on him a little bit, brother?" I ask Jace as I approach them closer.

They both stop at the sound of my voice as their attentions fall upon me.

"Let up? Do you want me to go easy on him or something?" He asks in response.

"No, I just wish you would see when it's time to stop."

"I know when to stop."

I look to Lucerys.

"Could you please give us a moment Luke? You have trained well and must be tired."

"Yeah." He says and gives me a tight-lipped smile.

I watch him walk away and then turn back to Jace, who has a look of annoyance on his face.

"Stop being such a brat." I say as I lift up my sword to indicate that I am ready to go against him.

"I am not a brat." He retorts and swings his sword against mine.

"Then why do you act like one." He strikes at me again, glaring.

"I don't. If anyone is a brat it's you." I raise an eyebrow at him.

He continues to swing at me aggressively, leaving me on defence. I let him because I know his anger needs to be let out.

"They won't succeed. The greens I mean. Luke is heir and Mother will force them to see that."

"But just the entertaining of it leads to speculation of our lineage."

"Let them talk."

"That is your solution?" He swings so hard that the sword flies from my hand. "To let them spread filth about our family." He points the tip of his sword to my throat.

"I suppose. You will be the King one day, the most powerful man in the realm. Talk is only talk. You will know when it becomes more." I push the blade of his sword away with me hand and he seems to calm down.

"You're right, but i'm just so angry with them. They have no right to challenge us like this."

"You're allowed to be angry but don't allow it to eat you up inside. Thank you for at least speaking to me about it, it's good to express these feelings through words." I walk over to him and take his hands in mine.

"I'm sorry for how I spoke to you." He looks down so he will not meet my eyes.

I bring his hands up for a kiss, in mimic of how our mother does and he looks back up to me with a blush on his cheeks. I offer him a soft smile.

He will be a good king. One with the ability to rule with kindness.

"You're forgiven."

I take his arm and link it with mine so we can walk back inside. Our footsteps fall heavy as the sand slows us. He places a gentle kiss to my forehead.

It is typical in Targaryen custom to marry the firstborn daughter to the firstborn son and since we have left King's Landing, the idea of being wed to Jacaerys has become more and more real. I would be more than happy with him, my sweet, handsome, kind brother. It helps also that with him, I will be queen.

Aemond would not make me a queen.

I scold myself silently for even thinking of him. Why do I think of him when I hang on my near perfect brother's arm?

Mother must suggest it to us soon. I know she will because everyone expects it, our betrothal is all but official. That is what my future holds, a happy marriage with Jacaerys and the crown of a queen on my head.

"What are you thinking about? You look so lost in thought." He smiles down at me, softly.

"Nothing of importance." I say, smiling back at him and we leave it at that.

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[bittersweet-innocence]

(little bits with my characters that run around my head plus with a new OC)

Questionable Therapist: honestly, they are awful to you and yet you sit here and defend them like you have a gun to your head.

Questionable Therapist, shaking his head: did the Barbie movie teach you nothing? They are just Ken, they don’t have a good day unless you do so why have you let them kick you out of your house.

Reader: I thought that it was about romantic partners ignoring your boundaries and forcing you to change your life. Or just not taking no as an answer, like toxic masculinity.

Questionable Therapist: no, it was about friends.

A few months later

Reader: so I started watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Questionable Therapist, staring blankly as he twirls his pencil between his fingers: we need to start putting limits on what you watch.

Questionable Therapist: for example, if you want kids movies, watch Across the Spiderverse. It has a great message about how friends can be and what they can do to you. Or SpongeBob.

Reader: SpongeBob?

Questionable Therapist: I’m convinced that all of SpongeBob’s friends hate him.

~

Reader, trying to use the bathroom as black paws scratch at the door and poke feebly under: …

Reader: Rufus, you’re not coming in here and sitting in my pants while I use the bathroom. Forget it.

Screeching on the other side of the door as Reader shakes their head.

~

Reader: have you seen the SpongeBob Hamilton animatic with Patrick?

Ghost Lover, considering their choices in partner: …

Ghost Lover: no, love, I haven’t.

(He watched over their shoulder in the wall as Reader watched it forty times in a row, tearing up at the AI voice and seriously worried for their health)

~

Reader: Babe, can I ask you about one of your purchases?

Sugarbaby: I thought this arrangement was that you wouldn’t question what I did.

Reader: …you’ve been custom made dildos. I can see the order details.

Sugarbaby, hamster wheeling every memory of meticulously measuring Reader’s junk while they slept, voice cracking: oh? That’s interesting.

~

Princess, playing coy: oops, I’m so clumsy~ perhaps you could carry me, my lord? Help me escape my bumbling feet?

Reader: you just fell into mud and scraped both your knees and your face on rocks. Are you okay?

Princess with tears in her eyes: please just pick me up.

~

(As a bonus)

Ghost Lover, making Reader seek out therapy for their addiction to SpongeBob Hamilton: I heard this therapist is good.

Reader: if you say so. Maybe some grief counselling could help me.

Ghost Lover: I wish you were talking about me and not SpongeBob dying in Hamilton.

Questionable Therapist, stepping out of his office: okay, hello new patient, I’m very excited to start our session. Come on in.

Ghost Lover, recoiling like a rabid raccoon: oh hell no, this man has twelve bodies buried in his backyard and he has a bigger dick than me, I can feel it.

[gojou-violin]

[2] vulnerability

| chapter 2: hotel date

| pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!oc

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. cursing. teasing. fingering. vaginal penetration. condom protected sex. size kink. toji calling seena "princess".

| summary: toji and seena go out on a first date.

| wc: 6.2k

| a/n: as usual, i love talking about this story, so if you have any questions about seena, the plot, etc. etc., feel free to send asks!

Was I late to work? Yes. Was it a usual thing? Absolutely not; so I received no cold threats from Principal Yaga to never let it happen again, and it seemed that the students were in classes, so none of them or their teachers bothered me as I shuffled to my office. Being the school’s first counselor, Yaga wasn’t exactly sure where to put me, so he ended up clearing out an old classroom for me to use. The space was far bigger than I needed. I tried to make use of it the best I could by turning it into a safe, comfortable area for students and teachers to hang out in if they needed an escape or someone to talk to, and it seemed to work for the most part because my usual patrons were Toge Inumaki and my two best friends, Satoru Gojou and Kento Nanami. Thankfully, none of them looked for me that morning, nor did they come to visit me the rest of the day.

However, I was waiting for something specifically. The one person who was always free to bother me whenever he made sudden appointments or during the days when I was expecting him for a weekly meeting. Megumi Fushiguro. He was a sweet, shy boy that had been raised by Gojou for a couple of years within Jujutsu Tech— So how he ended up even half normal was beyond me…

Together, we met to discuss his life on a weekly basis, despite his many protests throughout the year I’d been working at the school. People like Megumi were just so apprehensive about therapy. Especially when it came to Jujutsu Tech or sorcery in general, it sometimes seemed like it was a crime to step in my office, which was why most had a tendency to stay away. There were only a handful of people who would willingly talk to me. Megumi and Toge were my weeklys, Panda and Maki would all come and go as they pleased, and the third years and Ineka would rather die than see me.

It was unusual for Megumi to miss one of our appointments, despite how much he “hated” them. So when he didn’t show up that afternoon as scheduled, I worried that something had happened, so I tried calling Gojou who sent me a voicemail, and when I looked out into the hallway to see if I could flag anyone down, it was a ghost town. It was eerily quiet in the school. Where was everyone? Why was I not made aware of the fact that everyone suddenly decided to play hide-and-seek? Was it worth going down to the boys’ dormitory to see if Megumi was there and if he was alright?

As Harimachi-kun passed by my office randomly, I took the opportunity to stop him and ask if he had seen his classmate recently, to which he enlightened me with the fact that Megumi had been sent on a mission by Gojou. He was instructed not to come back until he was successful. No matter how long that would take.

I sighed to myself. “I love when he tells me things like this instead of having me sit around all day, waiting for a meeting that’s never going to happen.”

Ineka shrugged me off before walking away.

I managed to escape all possible inquiries about my tardiness for the rest of the day. Towards the end, though, I received another surprising text from Toji, “8PM. Dinner. Takanaka Hotel.” When I responded that I’d be there, he replied again with, “See you then.” It felt so official, yet so… natural? It was too odd to put into words that made any sense.

By the time I was done with work, it was easy for me to leave the campus to head back home. At one point or another, my friends and students had all questioned my choice for not living at the school like the rest of them where it was safe and convenient; and my response was always the same: If I lived with Gojou, I’d kill him myself. But the truth wasn’t so silly. In reality, I spent my teenage years growing up, learning how to fight in that very school… I never thought I’d go back. The second I graduated, I told Gojou and Nanami that I was leaving and never looking back, yet there I was, working at the school, seeing Gojou’s stupid face every single day. Living in the dormitories again would crush me. My soul would slowly cave in on itself, painful old memories would flood my every waking moment, and my heart would lose its kindness. I knew the power of that place. I knew the cost Tengen’s protection came with. And I also didn’t trust that I was safe living there where the Elders could so easily get ahold of me, even with Gojou there to protect me. He already had so much on his plate with the students… I couldn’t possibly be an added burden to him as an adult.

So I lived off campus. I lived in an apartment a couple of minutes away— Not so far that I had to take the bus, but not close enough that I could walk around the corner and be home within an instant. It was a safe distance from the school while also being close enough for me to get to and from work conveniently and at a moment’s notice in case there was ever an emergency. In this case, I was simply dying to get home to change for my date. I knew that was a selfish feeling. Somewhere out there, Megumi was on a dangerous mission, and I would likely have to prepare myself to meet with him following the assignment to see how he was doing; however, instead, I was going on a date with a gorgeous, built, tall man who, dare I admit it, seemed wildly head over heels for me. I liked being admired. When was the last time that had happened to me? I couldn’t recall a single instance… So why jeopardize a night or more with Toji for work?

I sounded like a selfish prick… And I hated myself for it.

But I tried to push that feeling aside while getting dressed. This was my night. I was going to look stunning, and no one could stop me. So I decided to wear a sleeveless pale pink dress with a lace collar that was connected to gold chains that held up the dress itself.

After a few minutes of going back and forth between the gold heels and the matching pink ones, I eventually decided on the former, because even though they were so tall they made me wobbly, at least they would make me feel a bit taller in comparison to Toji, who was a giant.

As for makeup, that was the easiest part to decide on. I didn’t like the hassle makeup required, even if there was a noticeable pimple or two on my face at any given time; so I stuck to what I knew, which was some blush on my cheeks, some highlighter on top of that and on the tip of my nose, and a light pink lipstick that I honestly wouldn’t bother to reapply later. Toji had seen me earlier without any makeup on and was still impressed with me. I saw no point in putting together a whole look that I’d be uncomfortable in. Some women loved to get all dolled up, and I truly envied their patience and talents— However, I simply just couldn’t do it, therefore I never even tried.

At the last second, just as I was about to head out the door, I stopped myself and spun back around to grab something that was hidden at the bottom of my underwear drawer. I couldn’t remember the last time I even thought about it. My life had been simplified to a daily schedule of leaving my apartment, working at the school, hanging out with Gojou and Nanami, then returning home just to repeat the next day. I never felt worried or unsafe. I was close enough to the school that if anything was amiss, Gojou and Nanami would know before anyone else, and they would send a whole army to come looking for me— Even if I were just in bed with a cold and forgot to tell them. But I was keeping this date a secret from them. They were far too protective of me, I knew that if I told them prior to the date, they would somehow stop me from going, or maybe scare Toji off altogether. Though I wanted to see Toji again and to go on this date with him, I’d seen far too many news headlines in my life of women going missing or ending up dead after dates that went wrong for me to not think about the worst. So, I dared to protect myself with something I forgot I even had.

Under all of my personal clothes in that drawer, I had a cursed knife that had been given to me as a gift for my graduation by Nanami. That day, he told me that he was proud of me for overcoming all of the bullshit I had to deal with at Jujutsu Tech, and that he was glad I learned enough from him and Gojou to actually make him feel comfortable enough with the thought of sending me out into the world to be on my own. Still, he wanted to give me something that I could use to protect myself against any danger I’d come across. He personally chose a weapon he thought I would like best. A knife with a golden handle about the length of my hand from wrist to the tip of my middle finger, and a sharp blade around the same size, or maybe just slightly longer than that. In certain lights, the blade shimmered pink. Maybe it was because of how it was melted down, or maybe because of how it was forged, or maybe it was the dozens of curses it was imbued with by Gojou to make it special; Whatever it was, Nanami certainly knew me well enough to know that I would love and use anything that was gold and pink. Though, he probably never anticipated that I’d slide it under my dress and strap it to my thigh for a date because I couldn’t get his voice out of the back of my head. “This is a stupid idea, Seena. Going on a date with a stranger. I taught you better.”

I looked at myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door. Maybe I was stupid. Maybe this could really be something to change the rest of my life. Maybe Toji was the best guy I’d ever meet. I wouldn’t know unless I’d go to meet him. I decided that long ago when I first got the text. But still. Just in case… There was no harm in being prepared for the worst… Right?

I caught a cab out on the road to take me to the street since I didn’t feel too comfortable taking the train in a dress like the one I was wearing. Sure, I could have worn a better coat than the fur one I chose— perhaps a trench coat would have covered me— but I didn’t find that to be fair to myself. A taxi was private and convenient, it wasn’t the end of the world.

When I arrived at the hotel, I looked outside my window to admire the building just in time to see Toji waiting outside by the valet for me. I smiled through the glass at him. He was wearing the same outfit I had met him in: A black t-shirt and those tan loose fitting pants that happened to hug his waist so well. He recognized me immediately, like he had anticipated that I would be in a car and not walking on my own. So, he casually headed my way, flicking a toothpick out of his mouth at the last second before opening my door for me, and before the driver could complain about not being compensated, Toji paid the toll for me without a word. I blushed at how much of a gentleman he was.

As we walked inside, Toji offered his arm for me to hold onto, which I literally had to do because my small arms couldn’t wrap around his enough to link at the elbow like he wanted. Instead, I held onto his forearm with my small hand. He smiled down at me, I blushed up at him, and he opened the door for me like any real gentleman would. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. It felt unfair. How alone had I unknowingly been for me to be so shy and grin-heavy in front of him?

He led me through the lobby and to the left where there was a fancy five-star restaurant that was so loud with a full dining area that I worried there would be no spot for us on such late notice. Part of me thought we’d be turned away by the hostess the second we approached. However, I was thoroughly shocked when the hostess recognized Toji and immediately walked us towards the back of the restaurant where it was quieter because there was a lone reserved table waiting for us. I gawked at the situation while Toji thanked the hostess. He’d only met me that morning. He asked me out that afternoon. At what point did he manage to snag a table at such a prestigious place? The hostess recognized him, so did he pull some strings? Was I really worth impressing this much?

“May I?” he cooed in my ear.

A chill ran down my spine as his words coursed through my body.

“I wouldn’t dare to impose on the hard work you put into your outfit. Unless you’d allow me, of course.”

My eyes widened. “I—” And then I saw that his hands were hovering over my fur coat. “Oh.” I nodded and croaked, “Of course. Thank you.”

He carefully pulled my coat off my shoulders and arms before draping it around the back of my chair, which he pulled out and guided me to sit down on before pushing it in underneath me. My gaze followed him as he went to his seat across from me.

The waiter approached promptly to ask if we were interested in anything to drink. When I opened my mouth to reply, Toji immediately jumped in to order a bottle of wine. Then, without missing a single beat, he ordered our meals. I blinked at him dumbly. I hadn’t even been given the chance to look at a menu, yet what he ordered sounded magnificent, like he knew what I wanted before I even did. I knew that I should have hated it. People always talked about how rude it was for a guy to insist on ordering for a girl on a date, but… As ashamed as I was… I liked it. He knew which wine I would like, he knew what I would want to eat. He was perfect.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” he said after the waiter retreated.

“I’m glad I showed up, too.”

“Were you second guessing it?”

I shook my head. “My friends would call me insane for showing up tonight, but I don’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to make tonight worth it for you, then, to prove to your friends that you’re not insane.”

The wine arrived. Toji took the glasses and filled them each equally, then handed me one.

“I never got to ask before, but how do you know Goj—”

Toji sprawled his arm out around the back of his chair as he cut me off to say, “I hope I don’t come off as too much of an asshole.”

I raised my brow at him.

“I have a bad habit of being too presumptuous.”

Oh— Had it shown on my face that I was shocked when he ordered on my behalf? I didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable! Fuck, I was an idiot!

“Tell me if I ever assume too much, I’ll knock myself down a peg.”

I shook my head. “No, no, you’re fine. I just… I’ve been meaning to ask how you know Goj—”

“That was fast,” Toji complimented the waiter as our food was brought to the table.

He was right. It was noticeably fast. The table, the fast service, the fact that everything looked incredibly delectable. Did Toji really know how to pull strings at a place like this?

“I hope you like it,” he told me.

I smiled and picked up my fork to try the first bite. Toji dug right in, not bothering to wait for me to catch up to him while he shoveled food into his mouth. For someone who knew how to get into a fancy restaurant, he certainly didn’t know how to fit in properly. 

I beamed as I had my first taste. “It’s delicious.”

Toji grinned, “Good, I’m glad.”

After he was finished eating, Toji wiped his mouth clean with his napkin in one smooth motion before throwing it onto his cleaned plate. He stared at me for a moment. Leaning back in his seat, crossing his legs casually, his hands clasped in his lap, he grinned at me. I felt self-conscious eating anymore while he was watching me, so I sat there frozen. I couldn’t bear to stare at him… I tried to pretend like he wasn’t even looking at me… It wasn’t working…

“What’s your technique?” he asked curiously.

My hand slipped on my fork. “Wha—” I panicked and blushed.

I was far too clumsy in front of him, I would have to be the first to admit that. Between spilling coffee on him then allowing my fork to clatter like that in public, making others jump with shock— But not Toji, of course— I was certainly creating a bad image of myself.

“What do you mean?” I tried to hide my embarrassment behind my glass of wine.

“Your cursed technique.”

“Oh.” I knew that.

I calmly set my drink down, then explained simply that I could manipulate other people’s emotions. Toji didn’t seem content with that answer. I could tell just by looking at him that he was hoping for more of a response than that, but I was far too shy to explain it to the point that I’d start to brag about myself like Gojou did constantly. The only way I could expand without feeling like I was doing too much was by explaining that by touching someone, I could feel what they were feeling to better understand them, and I could also influence new emotions within that person, which was why I decided to become a counselor at Jujutsu Tech in Tokyo.

That was it.

To my surprise, Toji didn’t laugh. Most people laughed when they found out about my cursed technique because it was such a useless power at face value, and according to some people it fit my small and innocent appearance and aura. Yet, he didn’t laugh. In fact, he hummed an agreement and said that he thought it was an interesting technique and that it suited me— Not because I was too small and fragile to fight, but because I looked like someone who enjoyed helping others, which was ultimately true.

It was for that reason that I flagged down the waiter for the bill. Toji smirked and insisted on paying. We were upstairs within minutes, a hotel room keycard in Toji’s left hand as he dragged me through the hallways with the other, but he was kind enough to be patient with me in my heels with my short stride, unlike Nanami and Gojou who always left me in the dust. He opened the door for me like a gentleman, and the second we were inside, he had me up against the wall, his lips on mine. I wasn’t shocked that he was a good kisser. Toji had already excelled at everything else, of course he would be a good, aggressive kisser. He threw the keycard on the floor so that he could grab me by the hips before hoisting my up high enough for me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me towards the bed, gently setting me down while he went to kiss my neck slowly, a sudden pace change from the aggressive kisses he’d been attacking my lips with.

“Is this alright?” he mumbled against my skin.

I nodded, not a thought in my head.

“Say it.”

I whined at my own embarrassment after croaking out a quiet, “It’s more than alright…”

He made sure to take his time undressing me like I was a gift he wanted to savor the feeling of unwrapping on his birthday. While I sat at the edge of the bed, Toji kneeled in front of me and put my left leg up on his shoulder so that he could shower me in slow kisses that trailed from my ankle to the bottom of my skirt. His kisses brought my guard down. He was able to easily unclasp my heel and slide it off my foot before I even realized it, and then he did the same to the other leg. I was practically melting already and he hadn’t even done anything yet. Though, to be fair, every time he inched towards my skirt, I thought there would be a moment before he’d take a peek underneath, but he didn’t; Not until he gently put my feet back on the ground and he finally moved his hands under my skirt. My breath hitched at the feeling. It was ticklish to my sensitive areas. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been touched on my thighs by anyone but me, and in such a lascivious manner? I felt like I couldn’t breathe suddenly. I was so overwhelmed in the best of ways. I hoped that he would never stop. Touch me anywhere and everywhere, I wouldn’t have argued a single bit so long as he was doting.

He tsked to himself. I snapped my eyes open to look at him with worry from thinking that something was wrong, yet I found him smirking. While looking straight at me, he found the knife strapped against my thigh, laughed, and unsheathed it. I stiffened as I felt the blade run against my skin. One wrong move and he could have cut me— But it didn’t seem like that was his intention at all. He was meticulous with how he kept the blade flat instead of on its sharp edges. Finally, when he reached my knee, he removed the knife from my touch, and I watched as he spun it between his fingers a couple of times while admiring how pink and perfectly polished and sharpened it was.

“For me, I assume?”

I blushed. “It was a precaution.”

“Good. You’re a smart girl.” He carefully set the knife on the bedside table where it was still within reach, but it wasn’t within eyesight to keep either of us distracted.

As he stood up, he kept his hands on me, slowly moving them upwards towards my hips, despite the fact that I was getting goosebumps because of how it tickled. He then easily picked me up and tossed me a bit further back on the mattress so that he could kneel between my legs. He completely towered over me. I knew it when we were standing side by side that he was far bigger than I was, but I didn’t realize what the true comparison was until he was hovering, his hands on either side of my shoulders— There would need to be two of me glued together to even try to amount to his size. Did I find him scary while I was under him? Absolutely not. He was very kind and generous with the way he put his hands on me and kissed me delicately. It was like I was a frail rose that he was trying to protect so that he could later cultivate into a giant garden. How could I be scared of someone who took such care with me?

“You’re so small, princess.”

I gulped. Toji smirked, his face coming close to mine for a kiss while his hands wandered so that he could push my skirt up to my waist. He had so much time to undress me, yet I never had a chance to do anything other than kiss him back after he kissed me first. What was underneath those tight black shirts of his? How about those loose, comfortable pants he had the audacity to even wear to a date. I wanted to see him. Badly. So, while his hands were preoccupied with revealing what was underneath my dress, I pulled at his shirt to untuck it from his pants, and once I had done that, Toji knew exactly what I wanted, so he helped me the rest of the way by taking his shirt off entirely. I found myself gawking at him.

There were scars all over his body, from collarbone to hips where his V-line was. Some were small cuts, others were slashes across his chest, and a few were noticeable stab wounds. I knew it was perhaps wrong of me to do so, yet, I couldn’t help but run my hands over each and every one of the scars. To my surprise, Toji was a bit ticklish— Though he wouldn’t outright admit it— but I could tell by the way his body tensed under my touch, his abs contracting to really define the hard work he had put into maintaining his physique.

Toji began to unclasp my dress from the frail collar around my neck while I messed with the hem of his pants. I eagerly pushed at the fabric to get it to roll down his hips, yet Toji flexed so intensely that it wouldn’t budge until he wanted it to. First, he had to see me. I wore such a pretty dress for him, of course he would want to see what I looked like underneath all the effort I put in for him. Part of me expected that he’d take off my collar before continuing. I thought that he wanted everything off of my body so that after my dress was gone it was just me. Bare. Yet Toji didn’t mess with the collar a single bit— and I was beginning to believe that it was for good reason when I felt his excitement spike while looking at it.

With one smooth motion, Toji carefully lifted the dress over my head. He smiled at me. Underneath, I was anything but a prude with my dainty and alluring white lingerie. Suddenly I could feel that he was treating me like a porcelain doll that needed to be carefully handled during the next step or else I’d crack into a thousand pieces. So, Toji gently slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders. I felt the pressure fade away. The strain on my back disappeared as the weight shifted to my breasts after he reached around to undo the clasps. A moan of relief left me.

“Toji-san,” I whimpered.

“Yeah, princess?”

“More…”

He smirked. “More of what?”

“Anything— Something— You!”

He tsked happily. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll have me soon enough.” He wasted no time in pulling my panties down and off my ankles, discarding them to the side so that they were completely out of mind. “So precious…” he whispered to himself. “So…” His breath shook as his palms ran over my thighs, his thumbs awfully close to where I needed him most. “Gorgeous.”

“You’re teasing,” I pouted.

“No, no, no.” He spread my legs to reveal myself to him. “I’m just admiring how perfect you are. Can’t I do that, baby?”

As he rolled a thumb over my clit, I whimpered and turned so that I could hide my face in my bicep.

He squeezed my cheeks between his fingers. “What are you doing, baby? Why are you getting all shy on me?” He smirked as he saw me gulp and blush. “‘Cause it feels good?” He continued to toy with my clit while I whined and writhed a bit under him. “That the spot?”

There was nothing I could think to say when my brain was melting. He slowed his pace until he was at a standstill so that he could remove his touch without too much protesting from me because he reached into his pocket to grab a condom.

I gulped again as he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth.

Finally, Toji did as I had been desperate for since this all began at the doorway. He pushed his pants to his knees that were holding steady between my legs, revealing his… quite impressive length to me. I shifted uncomfortably. I knew he said I was small, but I never imagined that I’d be faced with that. How was it supposed to…

“You alright?” he asked as he put his hands on either side of my head to brace himself.

I nodded. “Go slow?”

He kissed me delicately as he aligned himself with my dripping entrance. “Breathe.”

As I inhaled through my nose and kissed him harder, he pressed in gently, stretching my entrance to an extent that made me gasp and claw at the sheets.

“Toji— Fuck—”

“What is it, princess?” he questioned.

“Too big—”

He slid in some more.

“Too big— Fuck— ‘s too big—”

“That’s just ‘cause you’re so small, princess… Just relax… You can take all of me, I know you can, baby, just breathe and hold onto me.”

I grabbed onto his wide shoulders and braced myself for the last two inches or so. My nails dug in. I thought for a moment that I was hurting him, but surely it was no worse than what he was doing to me, and he would’ve told me to stop if he wanted— The same way I would have told him to stop if I wanted. Instead, we kissed harder.

Once he was settled in, Toji wasted no time thrusting in and out to maintain a solid pace for the sake of friction. He grunted into my mouth. It was a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine because it made me think about how he— A very stoic, scary man— was making noise because of me. Men needed to make more noises in bed. The fact alone that all he did was grunt was actually enough to send me spiraling. I dug my nails in more while begging him to fuck me and faster, to use me however he wanted. Toji took the sentiment to heart. He kept one arm propped next to my head while the other went down to my clit to make sure I stayed in euphoria with him as he fucked me towards an orgasm. Men were so easy. I could even tell that for how handsome and desirable he was, it had been a while for him. I knew it because it looked like he was trying his best to hold out for me, to impress me by lasting a while or by making me cum first, yet the way his stomach tensed and his brows furrowed, I knew that he was already on the brink without needing much work.

“You’re so— Fuck— So tight… So, so tight…”

He groaned again as he started leaving a hickey on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging once I had a solid grip.

He hissed. “Don’t tease me, princess.”

I rolled my hips to play with him and to flick his finger over my clit again. “I’m close.”

Despite the fact that he was teetering on the edge, Toji took one deep breath in before going even faster. The sound of sweaty skin slapping together echoed throughout the entire hotel room. It was perverted. If my friends knew that I was fucking a random guy the night I met him, I knew for a fact that they were going to scold me, but Toji was… He was everything by being gorgeous, courteous, smooth, and such a forward flirt. He didn’t have to be the perfect gentleman by societal standards when everything he had done checked all of the marks for me, the person it mattered most to. Thinking back on it, I would have dragged him out of the coffee shop in the morning just to do this sooner, if it hadn’t been for the fact that I was already running late for work. I knew that it was stupid. I knew that it was pathetic. I knew that it was desperate. But none of it was anything to convince me that the moment Toji sent me over the edge with an orgasm wasn’t worth it.

He played with my clit and fucked me as hard as he could; and once he felt me cumming around him, tightening even more than I already was, he moaned my name in my ear, his hips pressing all the way up against mine as he came, too. I loved how he moaned my name. It was the best sound in the world. I wished that I could have forced him to do it again… But that would have been too desperate.

With another grunt, this time more gentle and quiet, Toji slowly pulled out of me. He got back up on his knees to throw the condom away before escaping to the bathroom. Reality hit me once he was gone. What had I done? Was I really this fucking stupid? Toji looked like the type of guy to get some action then leave without a single thought… I really was an idiot. I’d made a mistake. I was only getting my feelings hurt now.

“How’d’ya?” he asked, walking back towards the bed with a wet washcloth in hand.

I watched him carefully. “I…” As he gently started washing the sweat and cum away from my body, I gasped. “I’m fine—”

He kissed my left hip. “Good.”

After generously— And albeit, embarrassingly— cleaning me, Toji disregarded the towel easily by throwing it carelessly somewhere in the direction of the bathroom before leaning in to kiss me again. He was so gentle. What had been so fast and animalistic only a few moments ago was now incredibly tender to the point it made my heart skip a beat.

Toji rolled off me, pulling me by the hips ‘til I was on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. I accepted my fate. I melted into his chest, grabbing onto the ends of his hair to keep my hands busy while I listened to his heart beating quickly as he tried to catch his breath. He wasn’t as warm as I thought he’d be after all that. It seemed like he was actually getting most of his body heat from me laying on top of him.

He groaned. “Can you do me a favor?” He shifted uncomfortably underneath me.

Oh— I had overstayed my welcome on top of his body, understably; so after realizing that I was being a burden, I started rolling off of him, yet he stopped me. I stared at him, baffled. If he wanted me there, then what did he mean?

“No, I want you right here all night, princess, don’t move a muscle. I just meant I need your help sleeping…” He wiped his hair out of his face “casually” so that I wouldn’t see his embarrassment, yet I caught the tail end of it. “Would you mind?”

I didn’t mind whatsoever, in fact. Most people didn’t think twice before asking me something like that, which sometimes made me feel used, but Toji had asked with such sincerity and concern towards my own feelings about using my technique on him, that I truly didn’t see any issues with it. My powers made it easy to help people with things like this. Sleeping, waking up, numbing pain, feeling happy, I could do all of that in my sleep, so I didn’t mind spending what little energy it took to make him get a good night’s rest for once.

I smiled at him. “Ready?”

He nodded.

I cupped my hand on the side of his head, my thumb resting on the middle of his forehead. I was already exhausted from my long day at work and then from everything Toji had done to me that it was easy for me to take that emotion and stretch it like a rubber band before it snapped into its own emotion that I could turn into cursed energy that I could paste into Toji. Within an instant, his eyes fluttered shut, and I heard him snore. I chuckled and put my head back on his chest. He was already sound asleep, thanks to my technique, yet his arms still managed to find enough strength to constrict around me a little more so that I truly couldn’t leave him, not that I wanted to.

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC (well, not anymore)

Word Count: 1,121 Words

Summary: Sirius gets to name someone and Eclipse's tech-help roomba gains sentience.

Warnings: Caps, Death (mentioned only), Cursing, Self-Hatred (mentioned), Innuendo (mentioned only), Sex (mentioned only), Injury (mentioned), let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse. Charon is Good Eclipse’s Moon.

Other Notes: Guess you could say Sirius gets some...sirius brownie points this chapter? badum tss

Chapter 10: Another Backup And Solar Flare?

9:45am Who Took My Hat?

Sirius: You will never believe what I found in this house Monty brought me to to stay in for my seemingly extended vacation in your world.

Lunar: What did you find?

Sirius: Could my comfort tiny please wake up for this?

Eclipse: whay dod yoh fond?

Sirius: Okay. Crescent said we’re allowed to so I named him. But guess who found one of your backups?

Eclipse: WHICH ONE!?

Sirius: A blind one. His name is Brown Dwarf. He hadn’t charged since he activated and you said that they activated like a week and a half ago. So I put him on a charger last night and he’s talking to me now.

Lunar: Does Monty even know he’s there with you?

Sirius: I can defend myself. You saw what I did to BB’s face.

Lunar: True, point conceded.

Sirius: Anyways, Brownie seems pretty docile and nervous so I’m guessing he isn’t a threat as much as a surprise housemate.

Eclipse: I haven’t even had my coffee yet and you’re out here finding backups

Sirius: It’s a little hard not to notice a guy basically dead in your room kay? I noticed him last night and I figured I’d get him charged some before I went around asking him questions and naming him.

Lunar: Did you seriously read the chat history to find if you could name him?

Sirius: Read from the beginning to the newest so I’m caught up on my favorite soap opera.

Lunar: I hate you sometimes.

Sirius: Used to that.

Lunar: Get therapy!

Sirius: No, I don’t need it.

Lunar: Your oldest brother died when you came into this world, your other older brother died ripping the kill code out and is currently a glitchy backup, you are alone almost constantly and are running an entire daycare essentially by yourself.

Lunar: You need therapy!

Sirius: But they’ll make me talk about my issues. I’d rather take my issues out on machines.

Lunar: The exact reason you need therapy.

Eclipse: Oh fuck me.

Sirius: Dude, no. That’s your brother.

Lunar: Ex brother.

Eclipse: No, my fucking helper bot. Goddammit. I made his AI non-sentient and he still gained sentience.

Lunar: Oh, your other comfort big guy? That Solar something?

Eclipse: Yes, Solar Flare.

Sirius: How dare you make another me? /j

Sirius: /hj

Eclipse: No, he was supposed to be like a giant tech-help roomba and now he’s gained sentience.

Lunar: You win some, you lose some. Is he nice at least?

Eclipse: He’s nice, yeah. But he’s just newly sentient. I ran a check last night because he seemed to be getting emotional over Dad getting a body and now he’s gotten more sentient overnight.

Sirius: Well, add the poor bastard. Don’t leave him waiting without our lovely chat pinging his brain away.

Eclipse: Fine, fine.

Eclipse has added Solar Flare to Who Took My Hat?

Solar Flare: Eclipse, what is this?

Eclipse: The family group chat because you gained sentience.

Solar Flare: I am Solar Flare.

Sirius: We know, big guy. Your Mom told us all about you.

Eclipse: I am not his mother!

Sirius: Did you not make the body?

Eclipse: Well, yes, but I’m not his mother.

Sirius: Well you’re too much of a bottom to be his Daddy, so Mom it is.

Eclipse: I hate you.

Sirius: Yet you don’t deny it.

Lunar: I really wish I never knew this piece of information.

Sirius: Shut up, top.

Lunar: …

Sirius: No denial here, I must be right.

Lunar: Listen

Lunar: Shut up.

Blood Moon: Top and bottom? What?

Lunar: Oh, shut up pillow princess.

Kill Code: Let’s not discuss this? Okay?

Sirius: You’re just mad I called you Mom.

Kill Code: You would be correct.

Moon: It’s weird waking up at a different time than you.

Sun: it’ll take some time, but you’ll get used to it, Moony.

Sirius: Eclipse, I’m scared.

Eclipse: Why?

Sirius: Is this how my brothers would have interacted if I wasn’t a problem?

Lunar: You are not a problem!

Eclipse: He’s right. You aren’t a problem. You’re the strongest magic user I know right next to Moon. You protect your family, despite one being horrible to you and the other being comatose. You didn’t ask to be taken out and put in your own body, Charon made that choice for you. It was never your fault for just existing and it wasn’t your fault that the extraction process ended so badly.

Sirius: I know.

Sirius: Still not going to therapy.

Lunar: Fucking-

Sun: Why’s Lu having a fit at 10:15 in the morning?

Sun: Oh nevermind.

Blood Moon: I looked up what a pillow princess is and now Im terrified. I’m telling my therapist about this.

Lunar: Good, cry.

Blood Moon: So hurtful, baby brother.

Lunar: Yeah, I know.

Harvest Moon: Meanie.

Lunar: Yes I am. You should be used to this by now, power bottom.

8:50pm Who Took My Hat?

Sirius: Looks like my vacation is over, Charon fixed the traveler for me and it’s about to transport me back. Thank Monty for me, I can’t find him for my life to thank him myself for letting me stay in his house. And look after my new comfort tiny for me.

Eclipse: Already dealing with the other comfort tiny.

Sirius: Add him for God’s sake. I wanna be able to talk to my new comfort tiny between dimensions.

Eclipse: Yeah, yeah.

Eclipse has added Brown Dwarf to Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: Here’s your second comfort tiny.

Brown Dwarf: WHY IS MY HEAD PINGING?

Sirius: Just a group chat, Brownie. I’m here and your family’s all here, just a group chat of all the people you know.

Eclipse: Include yourself in that, your family too.

Sirius: I literally have my own family, I’m literally back home.

Lunar: Doesn’t make you not a part of our family.

Kill Code: You just admitted you were kin to me.

Lunar: Shut up, I’m making a point!

Kill Code: Okay?

Sirius: That’s

Sirius: That’s actually pretty sweet, thank you guys.

Lunar: I will force feed you affection regardless of you accepting it or not.

Sirius: Kay, gotta go, Charon’s mad again and the daycare’s open. Gotta throw myself into the ball pit.

Eclipse: Please don’t actually throw yourself again?

Sirius: They like seeing me toss myself in the ball pit!

Eclipse: At least be careful?

Sirius: No. Perish.

Lunar: Perish is what you’ll be doing if you throw yourself ragdoll style in the ball pit again.

Sirius: Too late, already suffering consequences.

Eclipse: What did you do?

Sirius: Balls on my rays again.

Eclipse: That’s not too bad.

Sirius: Also broke some of my casing.

Lunar: Goddammit, Siri.

[k-looking-glass-house]

Hey there Cass!! I hope you're willing to indulge my curiosity - it's time to ask about your OC! I know you said K the rabbit is one of many many siblings - is there a favorite brother or sister out of the group? And while she's mostly interacted with the staff, are there any student pals?

Also - favorite dessert? Just out of curiosity. "Anything that goes with champagne"? Hehe.

Hi Nette!! (Kyaahh you called me Cass'....thank you <3)

Oh la la~ I didn't expect ask about that little rabbit, kind of unexpected,...thanks for them!

Hn let me try to "satisfy your curiosity ha ha"!

K: Yaaaaayyyy Nette is shooo niceeee!! *running to hug you* Cass': You seem very happy K, lucky for you *head pat* Nette is very nice indeed! So... be kind and polite, and answer nicely! K: Yessshhh!! It'sh my turn!!!! Here have some Champagne and everything!

Yes correct K is twisted from the bunny children from Epic Disney. You can find them here -> Disney counterpart She is one of the 420 children Oswald the lucky rabbit and Ortensia the cat have! The fact that she is actually number 101 is not random, canonically the rabbit children don't have specify gender except for the 101: -Ortensia said to Mickey about Oswald Junior number 101: "She is such a scamp!" -So officially 101 is the only known female rabbit, making her a princess like her parents said (lol pat pat the rabbit)! -It's totally unknow if they are more female rabbits among siblings. -Yes... Mickey is her uncle....it's a fact.....

K: I love ALLLLLL MY SHIBLIIING equally!... I also hate them equally of courshe!! But I am very fond of my younger siblings, also numbers who got 9 are my favorites! BUUUUT.... they are all my partner in crime!

K is actually not truly aware about her gender (you know the meme "I was born as a rabbit, I identify as a rabbit,...but according to my mom...I'm just a baby"), neither was Sam when they both made a contract (it didn't matter to him). It was only when she got a human form, and got to be Crewel's seamstress apprentice that she learns aspect about her. And is now very happy to have some princess treatment sometimes (like a little bunny girl despite being born in 1927). She also suffers from severe "trauma abandon" as she rely A LOT by being surrounded by persons good or bad. Being one among 420 and having her parents busy even disappearing during her childhood, she definitely needs and rely others, and their approbations.

Yes....that dress is from "Labyrinth" the movie....yes....Gobling king aka Sam hello fulfill my fantasy please....

Yay K is mostly seen around the NRC staff as she would be almost considered part of it too. As for students...hn I would say the one coming to Mystery's Shop, like: -Ruggie who she kept all food to not let them going to waste and also provide children clothes to his adopted siblings in his hometown. -Idia and Ortho are they are actually very regular customers at the shop, she kept being hypnotised by their hair and likes to troll/brush Idia's hair (he only let her do so without drama when he learned she's half cat). Idia also proposed to make a contract with him to certify his summoning exam. -And Vil......Trust me if someone can make her serious and all quiet...it's him! When she first saw him during his first year, she said she never saw any human being this beautiful and shining so elegantly. She hides behind thing when he barely goes to the shop. She kept the best fashion revue for him, and they are often seen talking about fashion. -As for the other one (the main cast) she got to interract with them during the Ghost Wedding event! One running gag is that she stated being much more older than them, making everyone pounder about her words! I should try to make a whole relationship statut with them but well! -As for her favorite one.....It's definitely Grimm, with Lucius they have the familiar minion domination meeting each wednesday! -Actually she would be glad to be friends with others, but she is barely seen as she is pretty small and even more if she stays in her bunny form. She is not the one going after people, more like letting them coming...and never let them go after ah ah. -But she would definitelyyyyyy get along with your Carder twins.... Totally, she would listen to them playing music, and having so much fun with Joker. She could also provides a lot of mechanical supply to Punch from her homeworld.

Also random fact but her type is Lucius... Yes... which actually traumatised Crewel back then, since when she described the whole thing, he got confident she was talking about him (like the daddy/big bro proud being the "prince" type). But "fatality, test your mind" the black and white fur, and mysterious elegant aura with deep eyes was not Mister Crewel but Lucius. Making another blow in his ego as a cat is a better type to bunny "little girl" than him.

OH MY....the favorite dessert question... The answer is yes....lol

K: I loveeeee everythingggggggg!! I love mostly ice cream, I hate vegetable bluuh even if mommy shaid to eat it! But dessert are good!!!! I love (warning french words) macarons, chouquette, forêt noire, paris-brest, mille-feuille, crêpes, religieuse, éclair au chocolat, flan, opéra, charlotte aux fraises, cookie, muffin, cupcake, baba au rhum, cannelet, financier, profiteroles, puit d'amour, clafouti, croissant, pain au chocolat, tarte au citron meringuée, saint-honoré, savarin, les sablés, les roses des sables, la brioche, les beignets, les tartelettes, les gâteaux fait maisons, chausson aux pommes, pain aux raisins, le pain viennois, les palmiers palmito, les chinois, les suisses, les pains au lait, la brioche feuilletée, ...and so many more!!!!!!!!! Cass': ....That's a lot of sugar! K: Awghrrr true Mishtressh doesn't like sugary thing that much! Haa but when it comes to Champagne!!!! You need to eat some "biscuits roses"! It's the only true "Champenois" way to drink and eat Champagne! It's good and pink!!!!

Cass': Ah ah, indeed very true biscuits roses are the best with Champagne! K: With fruits! Cass': with fruits yes, and sirop you can male "kir" it's super good! K: and icecream! Cass':.....Well we do have some champagne icecream and some speciality to... K: And candy and cottoncandy! Cass":..............hmmmm *side eyes* Cass'/K: Anything goes with CHAMPAGNE!!

Aww again thanks Nette, that was pretty fun ah ah! I truly wonder now how the rabbit and your oc would interract!

Take care!!!

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

I never wrote an intro so here!

I'm SilentStares but you can call me Silent, Sil, Stare, or Star (i think star is nice and suits me well!) I write fanfiction and draw fanart for a few different fandoms. I'm also silentstares on ao3

you may call me your highness, but i'll accept she/her too. I'm just really cool and I think i deserve to be a pretty princess sometimes!

I am troublingly fond of the worst characters, and I won't stop writing isekai and you can't make me.

I write crack but like, with all my heart. I take it seriously. I will make and have made Keito Hasumi from enstars into a magical girl , and I will take it 100% seriously.

Please feel free to send asks and chat at me! Especially if you for some strange reason want to talk about fanfiction with me or decide that for some reason you might actually want to ask a question of one of my oc's! Or just do something to them- I personally enjoy microwaving them. Im here in hopes of interacting with other fans and goofs not to sit here ALONE and SAD so please do say something to me i assure you I won't be annoyed it's just a tad lonesome here if no one talks :<

Top activities i do: fanfiction, drawing, and programming

~linkies!~

current games available: Hateshinai Umi Aquarium,friends and furntasy

available for free on Itch.io!

Original works:

Halcyon (superhero story about a villain who'd do anything to save his hero!)

Now available to read for free! Please just tell me what you think after that's all I ask <3 I really hope you'll give it a chance, its a lot more similar to magical girl stories than regular superhero stories, and if you like theater-loving villains with the power of LOVE (no really that's his power-) with a flair for the dramatic and bunny girls who really need therapy, and a setting where thanks to my weird magic system that dictates how powers are given, the power of love is one of the scariest powers of all, youll LOVE this, also if you like found family and other things like that youll really love it <3

Do mind the trigger warnings though

also official Halcyon tumblr here

mermay marine biologist dating sim aka hateshinai umi aquarium(in progress)

Friends and Furntasy: a furry game where you make your own character and go on adventures with a cast of strange characters to interact with and perhaps,become close to~? owo (though the dating sim aspects are going to be more of a bonus feature and not the focus of the game)

open to comissions but i dont know how to pull that off very well yet

[risualto]

5, 28 and 19 from the Ship Creative Process Asks, please! (Though feel encouraged and welcome to skip over any questions you're not feeling.)

Thank you for asking <3

5. If your OC's relationship involves a gender or orientation different to your own then how confident did you feel about exploring or writing this? If your OC and the character(s) with whom they are in a relationship are the same as you in terms of gender/orientation then was this a conscious decision? The vast majority of my OCs are bisexual, and this is a conscious decision on my part because I'm bisexual (pansexual? idk what we're calling it anymore but gender doesn't matter to me, nor does it matter to most of my OCs), and I want to write bisexual characters. That said, there are some who aren't, like Yrrce who is straight and Nickolai who is sex-repulsed ace. I think Theresa Silbruck is my only cishet character, now that I think of it. I didn't find her particularly difficult to write just because she's not attracted to women. The most difficult aspect of writing her romance was that she has a very...well, romantic view of love. She believes not only that fairy tale endings exist, but that she is a princess who deserves and will get one, whereas I take a more pragmatic approach to things, and that was a difficult thing to capture.

When it comes to writing characters of a different gender, I honestly don't really believe I'm very good at it yet. Many of my male characters tend to feel a little too feminine because of my own inherent biases. And no matter how empathetically I try to write characters who are nonbinary, the best I can do is synthesize on information I read and hear from people who have lived that experience because I haven't. I hope my attempts feel at least respectful, but I always wonder what little threads of truth I'm missing.

19. Do you have a sense of how your OCs relationship will evolve in the future? Or is it quite a fixed in terms of dynamics and story? This entirely depends on whether I am the primary author of the work. For characters in original fiction, yes, I have an idea of where their relationships will go and end up from the outset. Sometimes details of that change as I'm writing, but I tend to have a story I want to tell through the character that informs their arc from beginning to end. If my OC exists in a canon that isn't mine, especially one that is still in progress, then no. I don't plan things from the start unless I already know every beat of the story that's happening. For example, my BG3 character, Haven, was initially supposed to romance Astarion, but ended up sort of having a flirtation with Wyll that didn't work out, ultimately bungled Astarion's romance path due to my not knowing how the game works, and then died at the end of the game--but may possibly still end up romancing Wyll as an angel of death, kind of. That's 200% nowhere close to what I thought would happen. With my D&D characters, too, I'm happy to let the story be a thing that informs their choices rather than making choices to inform the meta.

28. Is there something you historically felt (or still feel) awkward about describing in terms of your character's relationships? Whether sexual acts, bodyparts, pillow talk, romantic declarations or using the "L word". How did you overcome this (if you ever have)? Well. There's a reason I've never actually published any smut. And it's because I feel like I'm quite bad at writing things that are actually sexy because I don't really...conceptualize of that feeling in a way that lines up with how I see others write and talk about it, 90% of the time. I worry my sex scenes, whenever I've attempted them, read as too mechanical to be immersive. Someday, I will bite the bullet and start publishing so that I can actually hear people's feedback and reactions, but today is not that day.

I also think I struggle a little bit with effectively differentiating between romantic and platonic love without straight up using the words, "I love you," which I consider a weakness in my writing. I want to get better at this, and I like to think I have? But I'm not sure if that's because I have the added context of things like ship tags, where the reader enters the story understanding already that the intention is romantic, as opposed to a more traditional book where the reader has to interpret for themselves exactly the quality of the characters' feelings.